I remember the dykes, I remember the gender outlaws. I remember those who came before us; gender outlaws and dykes who fought cops with blood stains between gritted teeth, linking arms in protest. Whose kisses tasted of revolution, whose hands opened portals to new worlds across each other’s bodies, whose tongues thrummed rivers of liberation.

Generations of star children with the sacred flower of transformation budding in their bones.

Who grew into powerful dykes and gender outlaws moving through the land as mighty rivers, carving canyons of their love into the red earth. Whose rounded sturdy shoulders, calloused hands and gentle eyes were beacons of warmth and protection in the cold dark night. The walking images of the old gods. The sacred masculinity forged by the fires of bloodcurdling rage and kissed by the sweet golden honey dripping from the lips of Mother Earth.

I remember, I remember…

I am.

Sage Reddish (they/he) is a College third-year. Sage is inspired by community, springtime, and their ancestors.