Category: citizen trans* {project}
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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…
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“Thank you to all those good assassins who contributed to the death of my former self.” -John Patrick Shanley, Savage in Limbo My gender is a funeral And I’m holding a memorial service for my former self All the transgender fags The transsexual dykes The crossdressing queers And those of us too outrageous to fixate…
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it’s fascinating to watch the privileged masses flee from making life better where they are they simply pack up and go to where the work has already been done, living off the backs of oppressed peoples, never to lift a finger cry and cry some more about the amendments, the legislation, the discomfort. “it’s really…
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They say if you make it to 30, you’ve already succeeded. So many of us don’t survive. Don’t get to step into our skin. I think of us as nesting dolls in reverse. We begin small, and each layer gains new paint. It grows and grows and maybe we strip one back. Maybe when we…
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You’ve always been so scared. The first thing you told me was that you were scared. You told me about a transgender woman who lived in your apartment when you were young and said she found a way to live her life without hormones or surgeries or legal name changes. As though you can know…
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We are dying. We are dying and I don’t know why no one is saying that. We are dying like pigeons. We are dying like freight trains that kept running, wild off the side of the cliff and into the river. I read three posts today that encourage trans people to get our affairs in…
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Crawling through a sea of shattered glass on my hands and knees looking for intact crystals; finding intact crystals and putting another tally towards “survivors”; using the complete tally to count the loss. True professionals in the field of loss are familiar with the principles of negative tallies. We…
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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…
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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-…