Category: citizen trans* {project}
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Soon it will be as though we never existed. I did the dishes and swept the floors and vacuumed the carpets and dusted the shelves and made the bed and paid the bills and put out the trash and wiped the counters and bleached the tub and sink … soon it will be as though…
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okay, but if men could get pregnant i’d kill myself. i mean, how would the baby come out? my dick? nah bro, hahaha. the harsh pitter patter of feet bounced off the walls within the depths of my core, attempting to drown out laughter that fell two octaves below my own. he said i’d kill…
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after Noah Baldino Halved, the body might resemble a geode, crystalline glisten after dirt. That is, of course, until it rots. A purple stone brought home to dry gray on the windowsill. On the train home I wonder, if I open myself, would yellow, white, all shades blue and red surprise me? What hides in…
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I wish I knew just how we got here but I had long ago lost hope. I’d been seeing the political arena play out in everyday street encounters. Those status-symbol oversized, overpriced gas-guzzling monstrocities of trucks sought to control both vehicular and ideological traffic by engaging in their own ticker tape parades, honking and screaming…
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my dad always wanted to be his dad but he wasn’t supposed to be his dad, who rummaged through scrap piles, exposing himself to unknown toxins that would spread throughout his body killing him halfway through his fifties my dad works nights as a glorified McAfee program for the Army my dad, though, was never…
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this body unrecognizable hands feel the familiar itch of crabgrass 3 layers deep the lungs remember sediment so meticulous woven into each gust and breath I cannot seem to recognize the face bred for beauty with hair butchered by familial fabric shears yet through the warped inconsistent tangible alteration these eyes remain the same craving…
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And just like that, I am Gregor Samsa waking up in the body of a bug. I am fourteen again, all big eyes and spindly legs and the ability to march in a line with the weight of the world on my shelled back. And just like that, I am Felix Hoenikker, too smart to…
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The pit of stomach downwardness was a daily ritual. Sense and sense alone were all, spare the few grilled chicken wraps and smoothies. It was the one-month anniversary of silence—my doing. Not cast aside, but a noiseless retreat, staring down a threshold of pain that could no longer be smiled through, shopped through, hungover through.…
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“I hate both candidates.” “The Two-Party system is broken.” “The lesser of two evils.” “It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s all rigged.” “Life begins at conception.” “Your body. My choice. Forever.” “I won’t let my child play with men.” “Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve.” “Transgenders are sinners.” “Why should they have rights?” “I just…
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A week af er rump is elec ed, I s ar on es os erone. I go o an endocrinology appoin men and he doc or ells me o correc him if he misgenders me hen asks why I hink I need o go on es os erone. He asks me if my family has…