Category: citizen trans* {project}
-
It’s the isolation that kills the fibers of our beings stretch, grasping for connection finding only themselves an intertwining is demanded as we are choked out of each other our roots have been poisoned yet the need to devour grows stronger insatiable individualism survival of the uniquest. gardens cannot thrive as few drown out the…
-
Asphalt holds her head: the wet chasmic bullet hole, and sticky red hair. I thought I was safe as a cisgender-passing fraternity man, strong enough to walk my friends home in the face of terrorism. “Safety in numbers.” We stand on guard; a masked man Shouts lead threats that rip Through a stack of trans-…
-
my gender feels like the secret code to the hottest club in town like I’m at the house show slash gay wedding slash top surgery fundraiser getting a stick n poke next to a laundry machine and man what did you expect when you moved to the city I’ve discovered the secret back room behind…
-
When they kill me in the coming years,please bury my head in the backyardof that house in Wood Hollow, to restin the shadow of the tire swing, to sinkinto the fire pit pressed upon the forest. I want to watch that everchanging earth.Even as it dries in the coming droughtand floods in the lingering hurricane,I know…
-
There was a man whose job it wasto log the cost of burning a sodomite to death.So many pesos for the lumber, so many reales for rope,so much for leather gloves and flint.He formed the numbers carefully,judicious with quill on vellum,massaged cramped fingers and shifted his seat,finally walked home. There were hundreds,thousands of this somebody…
-
While canvassing for Democratic candidates, I spoke with a MAGA Republican who told me that his neighbor was a trans woman. He believed that being trans was a mental illness because God made you either a man or a woman, so gender can’t change. He asked me, rhetorically, “Have you ever thought that you were a…
-
The Farmer built a picket fence to surround the fields withinHe build it many years ago to keep me far from himHe built it near his house beyond the foliage and denseAnd there he eats the flesh of those who live within his fence One day, I say, i’ll tear this fence but never do becauseThe…
-
The First Lady and the President have both had equal levels of input into the following ideas, memorialised on this embossed paper, copied from the original crayon. 1 : Sad fags could write diaries 2: Sad fag children also 3: Tell all sad fags to write down their sadscreweduplonelyboringhornyheartbrokendirtynastyfilthyfunnyfunky strangewonderfulbeautiful littlesad thoughts down l 4: They would only write the diaries when they…
-
Manifestation is a word I became obsessed with during my churchgoing years. I miss the adrenaline of manifestation—the mystical idea of an ethereal being possessing my body—the hope that something beyond my reality could be possible—something that could take me away into bliss. So much changed in my life the year after Trump was elected.…
-
You say what we decideShouldn’t be a reason to divideBut it’s a little hard not to divideWhen you’re already chastised.When you’re already cast asideWhen you’re already marginalizedCan’t vote across an aisleCan’t write in the marginsLike my whole life is just a side noteA freakish side showTo be forgottenBecause God forbidYou colored outside your linesBut I’m…