Category: citizen trans* {project}
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I weep thinking of the loss.The loss of human life.Trans day of remembrance is a hard day.One that makes someone ponder. These lives matter.These lives have meaning and deserve respect.Where do these souls go?When a light is snuffed out, The Gods weep.What hatred must be in their hearts.Their triple heaters are cold to the touch.Their heart protectors…
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each morning I wake up& wonder which part of my body has become aland mine. yesterday, my mouth.the taste of ash coatedmy tongue, eating holesthrough each taste bud my eyes, still closed as the news plays tragedyon the television, shake seizure-like inside of me today, my uterus.no longer shedding orbleeding or bloating butstill fertile enough to turn into a weapon. womb run red…
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a deep sense of ragebubbles beneath the surface not quite strong enough to spill overinto clouds of steam and smogbut enough to erupt at theslightest hiss of anarchy if I must be thenext mother fuckerto throw a bricki will i will not let anyonehurt us or lay hands on us…
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I. friends are sharing DIY HRT poststyping out – Death before Detransition –wondering how quickly Huckabee Sanderswill declare us transteachers have to use words thatalign(according to the State)withour genitalia at birth the pervert State that wantsto peek atmy baby self’s sexso they can assign me a genderi must use on the job(but not incoffee shops not in…
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For a month I avoided my fatherhe called I called he called he calledhe called I called he called he calledhe called I called I called he called as we shouted at each otherinto the cave from the walk homefrom the takeout line from workduring lunch break from joyridingin the car from 2:00 PM when workwas…
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it’s easier if i disclose what i am up front, easiest if you do the work for both of us to decide for yourself. transparency isn’t key, but wants to. i can shift this blood around to give a moreconvincing presentation. tada. muscle like it’s a dying trophy, bonfire of carbs, & it’s the year…
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on political talk shows,in congressional bills,they try to regulate where we can piss,what kind of medical assistance we are allowed to receive, they silence our stories,hoping we will disappear. But we’ve been here since existence, since they started trying to put people in boxes. We’ve been dancing on the edge of boxeswaltzing outside the walls, pirouetting through more spacethan we were allowed,and we’re…
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We do not sleep. She keeps up with the polls;I smoke until I’m on the couch. She lets me pretend until 1am,when the votes seem sure,then we begin our planning. Where we’d go.What we’d take.Who’d we be leaving behind. She makes the coffee, I feedthe feral cats outside.I apologize to them,like they’d understandif we suddenly left,suddenly disrupted theirlittle lives. One…
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(Based on The Star-Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key) Oh how do you feel, by the harsh light of day,Do you long for your pride from the shadows of childhood?All the bunting and glitz in the freedom displayWas exciting and bright and a bastion for all goodAnd the fireworks went boom, and the sparklers went…
