Category: citizen trans* {project}
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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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I HAVE CONCEPTS OF A PLAN –I’M NOT CISGENDER RIGHT NOW. WHEN I’M ELECTED I’LL HOLD MY PARTS ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR ACTIONS. THIS GENDER DYSPHORIA NEVER WOULD’VE HAPPENED IF I’D BEEN THERE. I KNOW MY VAGINA VERY WELL. SHE’S A VERY RESPECTED MAN. AS A WOMAN AS A FORMER WOMAN AS A…
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I missed sunset. I keep missing it. I keep getting in bed at three, The blinds have been closed for days. I think It’s eight or nine when I stumble into the bathroom Grip the sink with freezing hands I don’t look in the mirror right away. I brush my teeth and spit down 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-…
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Being queer is rather… Strange. You see, you get stuck in a bubble, constantly being around others like you. You get so comfortable with yourself, you shout it from the rooftops… Until that bubble is burst, and you remember: People will hate you for just being yourself. They batter you into yourself, what was once…
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in the presence of my home i don’t guide many visitors mostly because as lonely as i am i like my peace & in dark cold nights i am found tossing & turning but what could create the oceans i could swim only brings weak streams i am tired of these soulless no passion strangers…
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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…
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Watching the shadows shift all day,skinnying & lopingacross the parking lot until they switch & shortensquat gestural murmurings into dark.He left another note for me in my underwear drawer.Melted candle wax on the coffee table,water all over the bathroom floor,Jumpscare at the dicks drying on the sink.Slurry of unread texts.Demanding noise just beyond our touch,wanting…
