undies #nicetotheplanet

Looking for –

nice to their workers – fair wages & conditions
plant materials – no chemicals, pesticides, herbicides
low environment impact (renewable fabrics, less waste, less pollution from factories, less water used, conscious choices in packaging, less plastic)

Best and final choices:

1. TomboyX

inclusive! (women, men, non binary, trans, whatever you are)
briefs, bras, thongs, etc.

2.  Sloane and Tate

LA sourced
made for women by women
briefs, bras, tanks, etc.

3. Pact

fair trade & organic materials – super soft
Boulder, CO originated – materials from India
briefs, bras, thongs, etc.





Azura Bay

multiple brands on one site

Boody Wear

Australia & San Diego, CA
bamboo material

Uye Surana

Uses reclaimed dead stock fabrics
lingerie/fancier styles


floss #nicetotheplanet


bamboo floss (not polyester fibers which don’t breakdown ever)
glass container
recycled paper packaging
vegan – no animal testing & not made of silk from silk worms

I’ve looked for bamboo biodegradable toothbrushes without nylon brushes. If you find a brand or two, let me know.

period options #nicetotheplanet #nicetoyourbody


one and one (like tom’s shoes)
inclusive language
can’t have in during sex
12 hours okay
silicone medical grade, no latex, bpa or chemicals
cute carrying case
eco friendly/reusable

made in Canada
silicone medical grade
12 hours okay
can have in during sex

100% organic cotton only
no dyes or perfumes
cardboard applicator (smooth to use)
paper wrapping
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teach me how to…

the armor is a lie
just like the cape is.
it’ll really just get caught in the propeller
while you’re skydiving.
it might as well be another mask
you wear to a ball.
it’s all gloss and glitter,
smoke and mirrors
and the world continues to spin madly on.
are you spinning
or doing the spinning?

if you flip upside down
but your eyes takes images and flip them
are you flipped or are you flipping?
can you be the one to do the action
or the one to have the action to you?
you don’t control it all anyways
except your smile.

smile at him
smile at me
smile in the mirror
and recollect your thoughts

the mirror might be fogged up from the steam in your mind
it might be a little cluttered and misshapen
but your soul is still there,
it’s shining.
it’s still a light even if it’s covered up.
let’s find a shovel to move out all this dirt
and see what treasure we find.
a gem, a peach, a saint, or something else all together.
let’s find it, label it, box it,
and understand it.
then years later when we’ve accidentally buried it (again)
we’ll find that dusty old spoon
and dig like our lives depend on it,
because, well, it really does.

and, you know what, that’s just fine.
a cha-cha here and an electric slide there,
a mamba and the dougie there,
it’s all just moving.
moving counts.
you get points for just moving,
for just getting up–
scratch that–
for just waking up,
for daring to open your eyes
and take another breath
and try to conquer that day.
you get points for just being.



if my heart melts for you
then let’s go to the snow to ice it back up again
or let’s go to the beach and let it thaw
let’s go anywhere
as long as we can melt together
but if you’re not melting
then I’ll pack up my puddle
and take it with me
I can freeze it back up
or swallow it whole
if it’s meant to be
then it will be


mirrored years

who were you two years ago?
who are you two years now?
the gap in time
seems punctuated with disappointments,
heartaches and birthdays.
if this is the life you’re living
are we living?
this lack of sleep is draining on me,
but my body is alive for those late night adventures
and back to back events.
can we run on these fumes indefinitely?
if this fire burns bright in the dark,
where is it in the daylight?
I want to hop out of bed on a mission
to change this world
where did the passion go?
we sit and quiet down,
is this life?
I’d like to rewrite history
by changing the present.
do I have the tools,
one step
or one leap?
can there be real change
if we’re chained to the habits we’ve created?
everything is easier said than done,
until we’ve tied our tongues
in a world aimless path
and wandering eyes,
where do we look for the answers?

“Silence your thoughts
and open your mind”

yeah, well fuck you


roll the credits

she was fighting the tears
she felt as if her soul might drown
but keep it together,
someone is counting on you.
no one is
but if you don’t lie to yourself you won’t make it to when the sun sets
and the moon take flight
and you can hide your pain

judgements flutter in and out of your consciousness
as you try to keep your eyes alive and friendly
the smile is at your mouth
but hasn’t reached your eyes today

the birds would like to sing their song
but you’re not listening to them either

she’s forcing the ocean to stay still
as it crashes to the sand.
you have no push or pull at all.
you’re jello
or a substance that’s much like an amoeba.
absorb this, try that,
try again.

keep the thoughts away,
find the sun.
it’s hiding too.
rain on your parade
as you parade your love in the streets.
you’re lying to yourself,
there’s no parade.
besides you don’t even know where to start.
so the parade is an internal conversation
that you keep playing over and over,
the tape is getting stuck in the player.
hopefully it doesn’t swallow it this time.
you’ll find another track to play on repeat
as the wheel spins madly in place.

the top keeps spinning
but it’s leaning.
do you catch it?
do you kick it aside
and stomp out its existence?

let’s roll the credits here