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City: Currently Tracy, CA originally from St. Louis

Pronouns: he/him/his

Hello, My name is Malachi Zion Hudson, 25 years old, from STL I am the CEO founder of Prolific VSN my photography/ videography business. I am also apart of a non profit, Tranz of Anarchii Inc, T O A I’ve always had a passion for art, in numerous forms. That’s why I decided to share a few different kind of art pieces with you all. My Tupac tribute was done back in High school, that wasn’t the beginning of my thirst to create but at that time I was in a high school I could create in different ways That’s school helped awaken the inner curiosity in artistry truly. From fashion design classes, web design, photoshop, even a film class The next one was a letter to my younger self and how life has been but also how it’s not your fault that the world is a certain way. And the last one is just some of my journey and no matter keep going because the light will reach you even in the darkness situations. Art is my therapy and creating is my release

I love who I am NOW, and I now know what is in store for me because I believe it is possible. I had to wrap my mind around the amazingness inside that I couldn’t see or believe was there for most of my youth It took years of pain, years of a heart filled with rage, and a failed attempt at suicide that pushed me forward I am thankful for the therapy I had when I started my transition, happy for my name change, and I’m happy for my first binder because it started my path of acceptance Happy for all the support groups I attended despite being the only transmasculine person of color there because had I not gone I would have never gained the resources I needed to become the self-made man I look back on my troubles as a young adult and how limited my voice was and see the scared queer kid dying to be themselves and a society that couldn't accept it Many moments of sorrow felt like the walls were closing in on me and that my life didn’t matter, but that was my brokenness I remember all the bullies who were in the closet, the queerness my Christian family hated, the weight I couldn't drop, and the friends I wished I could have but my clothes choices said I was a stem when really my parents kept taking my men’s clothes from me I became the man I am still Everything became okay when I took my voice back and stopped caring about who didn't like my shine, who didn’t like my transness, who didn't like what my skin tone was because I was never entertaining the lightness vs darkness colorism around me When I realized that I was enough and I didn’t need to put myself at risk to find love or money That the men who loved my hole but didn’t love my existence couldn't pay me enough to deflower my body, that folks who didn’t understand my transness couldn’t misgender me and that lies told me weren’t mine to defend but peoples ways of limiting my shine When I stopped allowing people to tell me who a man is because the only man I was and am going to be was or is my own When I could ignore the threats on my life because they don’t think Transmen of Color should exist, much less thrive

My biggest flex was when I gained the power to love myself and that was my biggest hurdle I see myself as the TTMOC Monarch I am those breaking points that prepared me to live through any obstacle that could come in the future That pain gave me all the pressure I needed to ignite action and the courage to make it possible