Category: citizen trans* {project}
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i never used to keep a loaded gun next to my bed, under my nightstand. i never had a gun to begin with, until this administration. i bought the gun from my friend jim, who is a christian fundamentalist and also a tRump supporter. I agree, it is strange that we are friends, to begin…
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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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the morning after the election i go to work and pretend like nothing happened. i try to block out the fact that they are trying to discard trans kids, bunny ear my shoelaces, beg customers to rack up their bills so i can pay mine. they will control me, make me their bitch, tell me…
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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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Houston is brimming with hood philosophies curandera blessings and such but you are experiment you are the target and Texan propaganda is the scalpel and gun who are they to debate if you exist or do not exist Your home is harina, your body is several tortillas Its eviction notices and disconnection letters Its the…
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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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I spent five years drinking sand to silence myself- to muffle the heat that roared incurably within me. It turned to glass in my throat. It became embedded in my flesh and I have tried to pull it out piece by piece, coughing up blood all the way. The first time I spoke in its…
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There’s no savior to bleed for these times, but in the doomscrolls I see mile-a-minute martyrs roaring and raving on a bad trip to hell’s harrowing. The spirits have been let out. There’s only one abasement to creation: making the future the past from a nostalgic poison. So, in a dream I pick up smoking…
