Category: citizen trans* {project}
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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…
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FIRST BLOODY SHOT IN AGES. EVERYTWO WEEKS I STICK A NEEDLEIN MY LEG AND HOPE I DON’TFEEL IT. TODAY I STICKIT IN HALFWAY AND FEELAN INTERNAL TWITCH. I THINKABOUT CHICKENING OUT ANDPUSHING THE PLUNGER, HALF IN.I THINK ABOUT THE KIDS. ITHINK ABOUT THE KID I USEDTO BE. I STICK THE FUCKING NEEDLEALL THE WAY IN…
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Hold fast, darling.Hold tight to me. Those sirens aren’t going away any time soon, no. Don’t look out there. Look at me.Hold tight to me. Remember the trip we took last April? Into the White Mountains?We thought it would be spring, but found feet of snow on the ground instead.Yes, we thought we’d go for…
