Author: brooklyn baggett
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Consistent with the military mission and longstanding DoD policy, expressing a false “gender identity” divergent from an individual’s sex cannot satisfy the rigorous standards necessary for military service. Beyond the hormonal and surgical medical interventions involved, adoption of a gender identity inconsistent with an individual’s sex conflicts with a soldier’s commitment to an honorable, truthful,…
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You wish to squash our dreaming Dull the shine Shove the butterfly back into the cocoon, chase the chick back in the egg and the Crocus back into the cracked and frozen earth throw white paint on the print of the most beautiful sunrise Drone out freedom songs, joy ditties, love ballads, peace symphonies Tie…
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You call me she They look around confused Looking for her You call me he They look around confused Have they met him before? Will you be mad to know You’ll always assume wrong? Will you feel lied to? Should I be afraid? If masculinity is armor Why do I feel less safe? You wouldn’t…
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Is it so wrong to live as myself? To breathe without regret To love without threat. Why? It is your own shortsightedness that is to blame, That your frame of mind is one of resolve in pursuit of a false righteousness. If empathy is such a stress If it causes you duress, To see a…
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Transition now. Or later. transition while you’re alive and free. thousand born today – cousins: Transition now forever!
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people will always want me dead that’s why I get myself the good coffee dark rich people will always want me dead that’s why I keep my humanity in notebooks my tarot reshuffled telling me where I’m going next (outside to smoke) people will always want me dead that’s why I give myself the good…
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I can’t quit my chained maidenWho pliés around the welkinFrom stone to stone, and craterTo crater, hypergolic. She spinsAnd laughs, I swell with love. I callHer a reminicantagonist, a futurephiliacBut as she always does, she floatsAhead. Skipping, stone to stone,Alpheratz towards Canis and his son.She knows what will come next,She’s lived it before. This is…
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Yesterday I drove my son back homewithout crying, long past tears, knowingsoon I’ll leave, no more weekend sharedcustody, in attempt to flee draconian lawsdevised to erase and replace me with masksI wore but never wanted. He doesn’t knowwhy I jump at every knock shatteringsilence, but my edginess seeps into himand he knows it’s not right.…
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Trans lives matter despite what they say going back into the closet can’t be the only way I loathe darkness now that I know light my friends huddle in fear my family mark their calendars a man anointed to serve my country nazi salutes a want to be dictator a friend said that might end…
