Category: citizen trans* {project}
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sometimes, the quarter moon lookslike a big grin carved into the nightbut tonight, it feels morelike gritted teeth and prayerssaid with white knuckles the first fireflies i’ve seenthis year wink in and out, sendingmessages i can’t translate intoenglish that still feel like a cooltowel settling over my shouldersthe way my mom would tuck onearound me…
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there will be no policiesand no apologies—nothing to show but an increment,all platitudes and pretend. I tire of marching.I want to lie down in the openfield of the stars and let the sky fall down atop me. I want to luxuriate in musk,human bodies, sweat and exertiononly in joy, in knowingevery one of us is alive…
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I stand in the village center, ringing a bell. The cobbles are hard under my feet, but I’ve stood for a while, shouting until my lips crack, hoarse and loud. The sky seeps, overcast, roiling above the pricking spire towering behind me. Most ignore me,…
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Dear Kansas Credential Holder: House Substitute for Senate Bill 244, enacted by the Kansas Legislature overriding Governor Kelly’s veto, requires Kansas-issued driver’s licenses and identification cards to reflect the credential holder’s sex at birth and directs the Division of Vehicles to comply with K.S.A. 77-207. What does this mean for you? If you have received this notice, our…
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a farm with one foot in the desert, the other in an orchard on the famous fortress, and home not forgotten flower-brightened blood brothers that once spewed diamonds the stage for bitter diamonds and romance embody orange stimulated by home by hooks in flesh at the entrance to…
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I stare at my phone and I’m fourteen again. My boyfriend (seventeen thinking about college while I was trying to pass algebra) shows me a picture on his phone a picture of my face photoshopped onto Charlie Kirk (his mouse caressed…
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This music you have never heardsounds lovely, but do not mistake a soft shoulderas real estate for your curiosity, a conquest to be kept secretwhile you vote to kill me in public. It’s a beauty mark, being labeled a “terrorist”— considered a threat just becausethe thought of one more second as a boy makes me…
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Dressed in a black suit associated with SKA, Gene Serling entered an office building in Manhattan. Working in Market Research paid the bills, but Gene preferred writing science fiction. Right after he rode the elevator to the twelfth floor, his attention was on Stephanie Stevenson. Over the three weeks of the sepia-toned transgender woman’s employment,…
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You wake up to a new world that is the same as the old world.Your ego has been flattered by months of campaign ads in which youand cat-killing Haitians and migrant gangs and garbage islandsall became stars of their show. You are stuckn some poll you read, that claimed half of all votersthink transgender rights…
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When can I stop seeing who I could be through how best others can consume meLike I am something to be sliced and weighed and soldAnd the price of my body takes up so much room that there is nowhere left for my soulUntil I have gone from being a body to having one to…