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🚨 Chapter 5: Solitude. 🚨

All the hard work is done. Only one thing left to do is win, and I will.
Ticket Link in Bio-🎫 USE PROMO CODE: AMRO

Thank you to @rfc.promotions and @ridvanvllasaliu for this opportunity.
Forever grateful to my coach and brother @achilovmartialarts Thank you for all you do for me.
Forever grateful for my brother and friend @alejandro_camera
Thank you for always helping me tell my story. This one’s important.
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Chapter 5

I met God in Brooklyn. He wasn’t a burning bush; He was an old man on a park bench near DUMBO, feeding pigeons with the same gentleness I used to lace my gloves with. He saw me. He shifted, making space for us both.

We sat in the cold for a while.

“You isolated yourself this whole time,” my voice thick but soft through my swollen jaw. “Years in the gym. Years in the ring.
What did I learn?”

He tore a piece of stale crust, tossed it to a gray bird, and wiped his hands on his trousers. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” I asked, confused.

The anger flared up, hot and familiar. “What was the point of living in solitude? What was the point of taking his name? Of becoming AK so he wouldn’t be forgotten? I bled for him. I took beatings for him. Surely, I bought some kind of wisdom with all that pain?”

God looked at me then.

“You mistake your grief for a lesson,” he said sternly. “You think his death was a riddle you had to solve with violence. You think if you fought hard enough, you’d learn why he left.”

He leaned back, looking up at the Brooklyn Bridge, vast and unmoving.

“But you learned nothing. And that is the mercy of it.”

“How is that mercy?” I choked.

“Because if you learned a lesson, it would mean his death had a purpose. It would mean he died for the sake of your benefit. And that is a terrible narrative to put on a dead boy’s soul.”

The wind along with his words cut through my hoodie.

“You didn’t lose that fight because you were being punished,” God said. “You lost because you had to finally put him down. I let your knees buckle so you’d finally drop the weight that was crushing the life out of you.”

He smiled, a sad, knowing expression.

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Following up on this ❤️🤖

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Just really committed to the bit. @celiaavazquezz

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@blackmagicnewsofficial Pyxis 💅🏻

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We’re listening. We’re supportive. We’re also licking the rim.

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Summer’s not over until we say it is… Frozen Hugos are still flowing. 🫧🌿

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A very short journey from ‘maybe’ to another.🫧🍊

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Congratulations Christin E Cato and all the writers that took part on the inaugural public event of The Writer’s Hood at Pregones in the BX! @itschristinevecato @nyseli_vega @jbu81 @alejandro_camera @pregonesprtt

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Peeeeach fuzz is growin’ in ohhh so fun to play this one live with @not_dragging , @pricemcguffeymusic and @lilyalioshatz

have you heard the studio version?? (It just came out Friday!!! It’s a good time link on my page:))

Since we recorded these my side burns have really been growin in haha it’s major gender euphoria it turns out

Shot by the ever talented @alejandro_camera

Love
Pearly

#livemusic #releaseshow #singersongwriter #transmusician #queermusic

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RELEASE SHOW ON SATURDAY at @oldstonehousebklyn 7pm!

Arrive between 7-7:30! DJ Smokey spins tunes! Gender-affirming clothing swap! Wander the gardens! View the art illustration (and its variations) live with artist Anna Michael!

Then, an intimate set from the Pearly band, celebrating the release of “Peach Fuzz / Hazy Blues” <3

Special surprises in store for you hehe:)

All ages. Pay what you can, tickets in bio!

Welcome to the garden of trans cheer!
Love, Pearly

#releaseshow #livemusic #newmusic #independentartist #rock

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Mondays are better when someone else is making dinner. 🍔🍻 Swing by after work for burgers, fries, cocktails & a well-earned reset.

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