Category: citizen trans* {project}
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when I talk about myself,no matter how big or small.So I sit in a class about existentialism – philosophy or psychology we’ll never know… I want to scream that I know my reason for living!My existence was…
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they’ve never touchedthe awful brightnessof kitchen shears.neither one issitting. both arewalking every poolwall home. bothare spitting stoneslike night musiclike secretswith soft babyears. they wantpeople to know them.a bowl of warmlimes to set themalmost free. hereare their noticings: when they campand don’t chargea great bearthe ground stitchesitself backtogether. whenthey play softballwith too smallmitts and pantstheir childhoodreturns…
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Everyone on screen hates that guy from Maine where sidewalks run in full technicolor There’s five of them in a great white circle they must be the fucking worst at thanksgiving TV aglow — Ingraham’s disfigured mug stiff with hate tightened in intolerance Out the foxhole trying to put Planter in place sharpening teeth —…
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People argue each time I name my favorite flower. I am asked why? I am told it is a weed. I say, “I know, a weed that flowers.” My only defense, how similar my answer is to what they would have chosen. I do not answer the why. I do not dare tell them that…
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post-chimera/ the testosterone cursed effemanance/ : assumed girlish in nature?/ trans-duced/ : the best parts of him/ sans- semen/ the vestigial masculine psycho-logically feminine /yearning to trans-cend the peripheral gaze of disgust/ & offense /post-trans-phobia/ : the bruises blossomed /to stigma caked with blood /soon hardened to sub-terranean…
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dear friend, the witching hour seems to be upon usmonstersdemons evenappear to walk the earthI look to the clock but it’s not even half past10 a.m. I turn on the TVmore devils greet megrotesquely toothy grins spread across their facesquite happy with their quick workas temples burn and the people hunger,eaten away by manufactured famine…
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In a picture of my soul, there is space to workOut not only what I am but what I might be if I wereNeither as daring nor as wounded As anyone who knows who they are could ever be:My presence accepted because consistent.I long to disappear into the world of the really living. There will…
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directly across from the entranceof the Heritage Foundation:thank you for your service,for reminding the conservativeswe are out & proud—we are not going back without a fight. I hope when they see youdancing on your poleIt burns their retinas. I hope when they see youit frustrates them—hurts their tender dispositions. I hope when they see youthey…
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When I went in I was stiff and nervous.Everything looked exactly as it did on TV.Everyone was so attractiveat the Grey’s Anatomy Hospital.Everyone had such compelling livesat the Grey’s Anatomy Hospital.The Psychiatrist who signed off on my surgerywas sleeping withthe surgeon who did my consultation.They bonded during an episode a few weeks earlierwhere they performed…
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Trans men live childhoods and adolescents with a rage flowing through their bodies: the world doesn’t match up to their gender. They don dresses, but don’t like them. They don lipstick, but don’t feel it fits. The mascara a girlfriend splays onto their eyebrows feels unholy. Middle school dances are crushingly awkward. How are we…