Category: citizen trans* {project}
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yet she/they/he can only appear femme or masc, not neither or both. He/she can only use male or female pronouns, as written in the code, not neither or both. In this digital realm, Eorzea, every binary trans person’s dream gender-swap fantasy is reality: a Fantasia elixir exists to endow the transfeminine with bulbous breasts and…
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Don’t trust any others. We trust only Trump. The others are liars, we trust only Trump. Just Trump knows the truth, only Trump knows all secrets. You can be too careful. Yes, your kindness is needless. Beatitudes’ weakness, it’s weakness to care. It’s weakness to give, and it’s weakness to share. You scare us. Don’t…
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today I watched the sunpaint gold and mauve cloudswith rays that pierced a crownthrough the rippled changing sky we are water and matter and patterns, mutable and unmuzzled free to bescattered breadcrumb building blocksthat we can make become ways I am more animal than human: I like to let my body do what it doesuse my…
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Who you are is not the choices you make Who you are is the choices you make ad infinitum I chose to keep breathing when I didn’t want to You are not your mistakes You are your routines, no matter how small The rhythm of your coffeepot and morning cigarette The strangers you avoid eye…
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I got that buzzing under my skin Too big for my bones, Like I’m working my way out of a chrysalis, or trying, anyway. The godhood pressing out of me from within, And fuck the stretch hurts. Flesh doesn’t fit right. Tendons twitching, bones creaking, But without resolution. No cataclysmic apotheosis, Just a…
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to be transsexual is to be the way that the flowers grow,to be able to live as a constant reminder that growing is meant to happen.To be transsexual is to be able to show that the fruit, once hard and dull; can ripen and open up a world of sweet and succulent flavours native to…
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Inside the MindsOfVultures: theEternalDiamond eyes Of enslaving theNeighbour Have never shone so bright.Every man and woman stands inReverence to the LiarInside his shapely station. You cry toKill the queer, all tooEager to watch them fall down. All day, you pray your Beautiful obedienceIs rewarded.Take up your arms, and when yourChildren leave. Shoot them in theHeart,…
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never to returnto the place i left behindthe scrapple of a lifeeven well lived no small thingchoosing to live in a bodydifferent from the one i arrived with back before trans was visiblei joined the other mensouth of markettalking about our shared longings the secret list we passed aroundthe hidden society we occupied where not…
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I’m scared (but less than last time, right?)I’m angry (but less than last time, right?)I’m hopeless (but less than last time, right?) What grows in the space betweenNumbness and optimism? Does a future take rootIn the stone of my despair?
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My friend was right. The old guy at the counterwas almost right. But I don’t care aboutthe price of eggs. I live so close I leave topee in my apartment. Who buys eggs? Ihave enough of my own in storage. I bakecinnamon rolls with eggs. Put one in awaffle. But water—I drink it, excrete it,need…