uncappedmoon

Good news arrived in June

In high school, a dear friend said to me, “Hell isn’t a place you go to—it’s something you carry with you.”

Recently, I placed my bets on someone, and we thought for a while we were headed for a crash. I did not fully realize why I was strapped so tightly onto her train, but I braced myself for impact, closed my eyes and prepped for full blackout. To my surprise, the sun showed its face. We were okay. The brief moment of bliss revealed how much I was still carrying by relieving some of the weight. 

I’m ruin from years ago—the unintended casualty of someone’s actions.

Smiles are rare, and when they come, they come with a sting—they come with the knowledge that they only exist now because they couldn’t before. 

(This is non-romantic. No to queer baiting.)

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I am a Filipina, poised to be a sociologist of esotericism. I have been studying western astrology for fifteen years, tarot for two. I am queer and disabled, but the patriarchy and the bourgeoisie stumble harder trying to faze me. I was a presenter at the Queer Astrology Conference 2020, I write for Filipino Astrologer, and I am a mum to Esoterica, the only occult organization in UPD. It’s time for the occult to speak for itself. I chose “kaperosa” to reclaim her narrative. She cannot be reduced to a jump scare nor a victim. Worthy of more than your snickers and fright, she is deathly hungry for justice—a spirit that could have chosen rest but instead refuses to be silenced. She has been stripped of dignity, love, and family. She lives on the street and usually owns nothing but a tree, yet the powerful cower at the possibility of her. She is not something to be kept in the dark. She is a symbol of a woman’s stupefying strength and a reminder of the justice women deserve. She is not dead. She lives in many of us.

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