Category: citizen trans* {project}


  • What Did I Do To Deserve This From You?

    “I hate both candidates.” “The Two-Party system is broken.” “The lesser of two evils.” “It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s all rigged.” “Life begins at conception.” “Your body. My choice. Forever.” “I won’t let my child play with men.” “Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve.” “Transgenders are sinners.” “Why should they have rights?” “I just…

  • Fleeing to Omaha

    When antagonists overwhelm our TVs and trains, And the CVS stops stocking estrogen and SSRIs, We promised that we would flee to Omaha. Tasting the milkweed along the roads, Kissing the magnolias and lilies, But cursing the roses, bison and eagles, We promised that we would meet in Omaha. When the National Guard smirks at…

  • rip ic: HR 9218

    A week af er  rump is elec ed, I s ar  on  es os erone. I go  o an endocrinology appoin men  and  he doc or  ells me  o correc  him if he misgenders me  hen asks why I  hink I need  o go on  es os erone. He asks me if my family has…

  • The State of Texas vs The Trans Woman

    Houston is brimming with hood philosophies curandera blessings and such but you are experiment you are the target and Texan propaganda is the scalpel and gun who are they to debate if you exist or do not exist Your home is harina, your body is several tortillas Its eviction notices and disconnection letters Its the…

  • My Gender is a Funeral

    “Thank you to all those good assassins who contributed to the death of my former self.” -John Patrick Shanley, Savage in Limbo My gender is a funeral And I’m holding a memorial service for my former self All the transgender fags The transsexual dykes The crossdressing queers And those of us too outrageous to fixate…

  • MY COUNTRY BURNS, AND I MUST MOVE QUICKLY TO SPARE THE SOLES OF MY FEET:

    I spent five years drinking sand to silence myself- to muffle the heat that roared incurably within me. It turned to glass in my throat. It became embedded in my flesh and I have tried to pull it out piece by piece, coughing up blood all the way. The first time I spoke in its…

  • The Last Agraphon

    There’s no savior to bleed for these times, but in the doomscrolls I see mile-a-minute martyrs roaring and raving on a bad trip to hell’s harrowing. The spirits have been let out. There’s only one abasement to creation: making the future the past from a nostalgic poison. So, in a dream I pick up smoking…

  • colonialist cosplayer: The Virtue Signaler

    it’s fascinating to watch the privileged masses flee from making life better where they are they simply pack up and go to where the work has already been done, living off the backs of oppressed peoples, never to lift a finger cry and cry some more about the amendments, the legislation, the discomfort. “it’s really…

  • Controlled Burn

    What happens when fertile Land goes unused or When my face feels too soft like That half rotten plum you left out To quietly ferment on the counter? In eighty years or less someone will say “This cadaver is mistaken” And I will be wheeled into purgatory Just as confused as you are. Best I…

  • Push It Back

    running on the treadmill, stretching these legs do you know what it is to be Human? when the Chemicals pour in; hair growing out thick curled and sweat-dripping aloe-cooling a burn. when the needle gags into the skin i hold the syringe steady: ready to be a Man so i watch the push: so i…