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Ziggy DeBerry

"My name is Ziggy DeBerry and I am a queer and non-binary writer/sex educator based in San Francisco. I moved to San Francisco at 18 to attend SFSU and study cinema. I decided to leave State, and later pursued a certification in Sex Education.

In the last few years I have had the pleasure of participating in multiple creative programs for BIPOC LGBTQ+ transitional youth including LYRIC and the Queer Ancestors Project.

In my free time I love writing, watching movies/TV, long drives to scenic spots and charcuterie boards with friends. I am deeply passionate about being an advocate and cheerleader for my community and peers, and I feel privileged to represent all the communal love I’ve received in my work."

A seed, A butterfly

Sometimes

I feel myself slipping

Within and into

Your grasp

And I’ve never felt

My body light up

With

Such caution

And anticipation

Small shocks and

Soft touches along my skin

Wired

And Powered by

A generator above my ribs

The indescribable

Desire

To for once be seen,

To hear I was wanted

All along

To feel the gentle

Humanity of being

Engulfed and enthralled

By one

Who shares the same

Scars as me.

I feel my voice

Nestle in the pit of

My throat

While my body cries

To be seen

As I am.

As I want to be.

As I wish I was.

And maybe you

Could see

The canyon I inhibit

Not the curves, and

Shape

Of someone blessed

With less evidence

Of fertility.

Maybe you could

Whisper,

‘Yes sir; please sir’

Without hesitation.

Id run my polished nails

Along your chest

While you sit with

Pride.

You’d decide my

Every breath

And with every

Bit of pressure

I’d become all

Passion

Dream

Fantasy

Love

You’ve ever wanted.

I’d be an abundance

Of anything

You’d wish.

Tear

marks along

Your skin;

Id wear

Any infliction

In elation

That I was good

Or bad

For you.

That I was able to

Do it all

And collect my chest

In my hands

As I found

My boxers.

We’d both sit

Beside

Each other

Forgiving the other

For being so

Feminal,

so strapping

All at once.

You’d forgive

Me for the

Body I was

Born with.

Id long to

Have something

Like yours.

And yet I could hope

That in these

Small exchanges

I would be enough

And

Everything more.

About A seed, a butterfly

"This is my ode to T4T love. I think finding ways to love yourself through loving someone that shares your scars is a beautifully unique and trans experience.

There is such a sweet and sparkly feeling that comes with feeling fully seen and fully accepted. I am deeply passionate about queer/trans sexuality and expression, and my goal is always to create work lined with joy and love.

Queer and Trans folks deserve something raunchy, loving, honest and joyful. I consider myself lucky to communicate that through my work."