Category: citizen trans* {project}
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has tears and remembers the wound. I am too wound around waiting and hunger. I sing this body: desire as now.Not “No Ma’am” to the twenty-four-year-oldman’s body.No more people pleasing at the resister, I thinkas I continue to bag for someone on their phone,until the day that there are no more groceries. While two miles away…
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“Defending Women from Gender Ideology Extremism and Restoring Biological Truth to the Federal Government”
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The kids are not mutilated. We never have been. We never will be. I wish I could tell the kids that. Because I know what it is to be a trans child staring down a mental health provider who says you’re mixed up and wrong. I know what it is to lose trust in your…
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this land is my your land One year on E means, “Congrats! You’re not deadyet!” There’s only a few more to live, so live wisely. Advocate for the muzzled congregates, degenerates,miscreants; the poor, confused, brainwashed kids. They’ve got their lives ahead of them, contingent behind public-funded doors. If they aren’t dead by 18, maybe they…
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BREAKING NEWS: Transgender Woman—Who Has a PENIS—In Women’s Bathroom!Assault and Harass Her Before She Does the Same to You!Transgender Man a Betrayal of Feminism and Womanhood!So Legalize the Removal of That Traitor’s Physical Autonomy! Transgender People Forcing You to Use the Word “They!”Transgender People Brainwashing You to Be Against Science and Against God! Transgender People F***ing…
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A transgender man received destroyed documents in the mail a few days ago. One of the listed reasons was: “Document must reflect sex assigned at birth.” Google quietly removed the DEI initiative from their policies. The National Park Foundation removed the “TQ+” from LGBTQ+ on the Stonewall Inn Monument website. Everyday, every hour, I see…
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We stand close together in our box of a showeras the water pebbles around us and fogsthe mirror and sliding doors. You tease me about how warm I need it as I shiver in the cornerand hold up my cheap hand mirrorfor you to see into. You squeeze from the freshly openedcan of shaving cream…
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Pond rocks shake under careful girlish hops, beneath a bag stuffed full of an artist’s supply. She almost walks on water, barely tiptoeing the surface. A young girl huffs and jumps the watery divide, landing right in the forest off the shoulder of her village. She says goodbye before exploring the dark. The river swishes…
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What a world if the bullet hadsoared just a little to the right,unabashed and unafraidlike the red brick barreling through Stonewall. Maybe then the heavens wouldn’t weep,echoing the chorus of cries from city streets.Tiny, trembling hands grasping feebly for comfort,fisting into the smooth cotton lapels of a baby blue dress,and a mother clawing at her…
