|voss. (talv) wrote,|
@ 2020-03-10 11:11:00
talia "tal" marie voss
30 & 8/23 & leo/virgo cusp
tumblr poet/former slam poetry artist/current creative writing teacher for xx high school
voss ~ younger brother and bff
cdq ~ baby half-sister she's just connecting with
rnq ~ roommate and bff
npcuntilfilled ~ npc rachel skarsten pb until line filled as bff from college and current work wife
she never got along with her mother. from the moment talia began to grow within her mother's womb, they were enemies. the woman had never planned on becoming a mother, no, the situation was thrust upon her and she did what any young wife had to do - she raised her unwanted children. her husband meant well, and he truly did, but it was not long before his intentions were bogged down and overwhelmed by his wife's perpetually sour mood. soon after tali's birth, her mother became interested in winning over her father's affections once again, and that was how it came to pass that tyler voss was conceived and born.
though she was less than a year older than him, tali had a protective instinct that kicked into overdrive. ty became her best friend, her cuddle buddy, the best part of her day, every day. the two of them grew up thick as thieves, they had to. father was always busy, mother was always ugly. they had maids and cooks and nannies to supervise and feed and bathe and clothe them when they were younger, to pick them up from and take them to preschool, and later to and from school. tyler remained talia's best friend.
girly was never a word that suited talia voss. makeup never interested her, fixing her hair was a waste of time, and dresses were an abomination. why couldn't she just wear what ty was wearing? at the age of six, she shaved her head in an attempt to make things easier, but the kids at school were mean and tyler convinced her to stop fighting herself so much. she gave in worked a little harder on her appearance and fitting in. ty loved her for who she was and that was enough for her. tali still got along better with boys, the boys her brother was friends with, and boys in her own class. as childhood gave way to puberty, those friendships started earning her a bit of a reputation. slut. skank. whore. bitch. the girls in her class turned on her for a different reason. it wasn't that she wasn't pretty enough or girly enough or liked all the wrong things. the boys that they liked would rather hang out with her.
at fifteen, talia shortened her name to tal and started sleeping with someone secretly. her father was already gone even if he had yet to take off, the last act of fatherhood was bringing tal and ty on at his country club and putting them to work. marcos was a tennis pro, a gardener, and an amateur rock star by night. he looked a little like her brother, tyler, in the face and in the eyes but the rest of him was as far from ty as humanly possible. she was fifteen and he was thirty-two, and while she never once thought she was in love with him, she was in love with the way he made her feel and the way that he made her come. she would spend as much of her free time with him as she could get away with. sneaking out of the house, missing shifts at work, faking school trips just to spend the weekend with him. she turned seventeen and marcos was summoned to return to puerto rico, at least that was what she was told, and she never saw him again.
talia had discovered poetry in her preteens. from the haunting lines of sylvia plath to the almost whimsical ee cummings, she was hooked. it wouldn't be until after puberty that she started writing her own. like many young authors she was convinced what she wrote was nothing special. it was ty's encouragement that helped her reach her full potential. it wasn't just writing, it was a performance art. slam poetry weekends became increasingly normal after the disappearance of marcos from her life. tali would often travel to san francisco, portland, and occasionally seattle for open mic nights and to see her peers perform. she was eighteen the first time a collection of her poetry was published. her passion for writing grew and she began posting short stories on the internet on a near daily basis for a year before she had enough workshopped material to propose a collection of short stories.
new york beckoned. it was hard to perfect her brooding writer persona in the land of sun and supermodels. wishing distance from her overbearing, rude, and hopeless mother talia left california to pursue a degree at nyu and urged ty to follow her as soon as he could. she immediately felt at home within the city that never slept and in that environment she thrived. she found herself a group of friends that shared many points of view, not to mention always had killer bud and access to harder drugs. tali's days at college were spent experimenting with one thing or another almost all of the time. she formed casual sexual relationships with people close to her but shut down the minute someone wanted to talk about taking things from casual to committed. she published another book of poetry during her third year of college that gained a lot of recognition on tumblr and with groups of young women with self esteem issues or identity issues.
she made her education useful and got her masters degree in education. writing very rarely paid the bills for those who desperately needed it to. after graduation she began working at an all girl's prep school in manhattan teaching a creative writing course for honors students. she was a young teacher but she made connections with her students and produced good work from them, and enjoyed her job to a certain extent. her third year teaching, they expanded her classes open to other students besides the overachievers and tal felt like she had finally found a rhythm in her work that she could be proud of.