Jinx’s Anniversary

9 months ago, my world changed forever.

A long-simmering curiosity and attraction that I finally stopped looking away from cracked open my marrow, spilling forth a cozy ocean of pink, purple, and blue.

As the ensuing explosion of violet stardust floated down to earth and settled…

Emerging with a saunter and a grin was… 

The Future.

“Fiiinally,” tumbled softly from her lips, waggling one hand with a paint-splattered monkey-shaped grenade hanging from each finger, tossing a peach with the other.

“Finally… you’ve stopped ignoring, contorting, and diminishing your own truths. 

Finally… you’re willing to look at, explore, and become who you really are. 

Finally… I can stop fucking screaming at you to release me.

Finally… I don’t have to make you hurt so you’ll listen.”

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—I hold my breath, biting the corner of my lip, waiting for this spectacularly beautiful, mischievous, sensual, pleasantly unhinged being to continue—

“We can finally show the world who we really are. And when we do, you sweet, naive thing… you cannot comprehend right now how your life will change… but you’ll see.

Not today, tomorrow, or next week.

Not even months from now.

But soon enough.”

———

9 months and 3 days ago, Jinx emerged from within.

Then the ride began.

I submitted to her direction instantly. 

Not from fear, weakness, or worship, but open-hearted reverence.

Together, we learned to write in new ways. 

With surrealism, danger, heat, sensuality, play, contrast. 

We learned how to dress, walk, move, and dance as one.

Then we learned how to sing, and our world expanded.

The more I submitted and opened to Jinx, the more she let me feel. The more fire she filled me with, adding to the flame I’d already been tending. The more I came alive.

———

“There’s no going back, you know.

When you unleash someone like me, when the shackles release, chains break, and the cage collapses… there’s no retying, cuffing again, or going back into the cage.

What’s dissolved cannot be reformed.

What’s seen cannot be forgotten.

What’s felt cannot be cast aside.

I am you. You are me. We are we, so you see…

Our life has only just begun.”

———

No wonder I feel reborn.

Mentally. Emotionally. Physically. Spiritually. 

I chose to disregard and rescind ideas and decisions contrived and made prior to May 7th 2025 because there’s a stark, profound sense of before and after tied to that date.

Becoming who I have has burned away tired old skins, masks, identities, and illusions.

All that remains now is raw truth.

Truth that has a mind of its own.

I’m just along for the ride, and loving every minute.

———

“Now lay down and shut up, darling Alexander.”

—Jinx floats above me, adorned with shredded purple velvet, blue and pink dripping from her eyes, her mouth, her fingers… eyes sparkling like tiny suns—

“As our next chapter begins, let me remind you of a few things. 

The keys to your kingdom, if you will.

We value truth over safety. Rhythm over reward. Play over profit.

Letting your body lead will never lead you astray.

Trust in the timing of the world—do not reach or grasp.

Stay aligned, and all will come to you.

And for the love of all we hold sacred…

Don’t ever let the music stop.”

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—I gasp. Not with fear, but acceptance of big, profound, life-altering truth. This path is a rare one, this life a strange one. I committed before realizing what I’d done, and the way back is gone forever now. I let the silence stretch for 8… 16… 32 bars… and I smirk up at the impeccable creature I’ve become, with delight—

With love from the forest,

~ Alexander