Category: citizen trans* {project}
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They say if you make it to 30, you’ve already succeeded. So many of us don’t survive. Don’t get to step into our skin. I think of us as nesting dolls in reverse. We begin small, and each layer gains new paint. It grows and grows and maybe we strip one back. Maybe when we…
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Because of the change in seasons— It’s dipped below freezing, the trees are bare, & it’s dark at 5pm. Because I’m too tired after work to paint or write or go out— I’m not exercising at all, eating too much, & sleeping too little. Because I feel isolated after moving out on my own for…
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You’ve always been so scared. The first thing you told me was that you were scared. You told me about a transgender woman who lived in your apartment when you were young and said she found a way to live her life without hormones or surgeries or legal name changes. As though you can know…
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The songbird thrashes, its wings ablaze, Its throat choked tight with stolen praise. Each silent note is a sharpened scream, Cutting through bars that shatter the dream. Its eyes burn bright, two molten coals, A furnace fed by stolen souls. The cage may hold, but the steel will bend, For fury like this knows no…
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We are dying. We are dying and I don’t know why no one is saying that. We are dying like pigeons. We are dying like freight trains that kept running, wild off the side of the cliff and into the river. I read three posts today that encourage trans people to get our affairs in…
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Forget the name-change, the pronouns, the presentation. Abandon my corrections, my efforts, past conversations. Allow the discomfort. Breed the resentment. Let’s undo the clock. I am female at birth. Foreign until death. Figuring out how to live, in a world that asks me to do otherwise. I read the news. I listen to podcasts. I…
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cw/tw: mention of r*pe, sexual violence a man who was president once does nothing when a million are dying while thousands making bread only remember the creases their bodies make when curled in bathtubs and bedsheets the same man refuses to admit the rage of his following or his part in their raising a noose…
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Crawling through a sea of shattered glass on my hands and knees looking for intact crystals; finding intact crystals and putting another tally towards “survivors”; using the complete tally to count the loss. True professionals in the field of loss are familiar with the principles of negative tallies. We…
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It’s the isolation that kills the fibers of our beings stretch, grasping for connection finding only themselves an intertwining is demanded as we are choked out of each other our roots have been poisoned yet the need to devour grows stronger insatiable individualism survival of the uniquest. gardens cannot thrive as few drown out the…
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I HAVE CONCEPTS OF A PLAN –I’M NOT CISGENDER RIGHT NOW. WHEN I’M ELECTED I’LL HOLD MY PARTS ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR ACTIONS. THIS GENDER DYSPHORIA NEVER WOULD’VE HAPPENED IF I’D BEEN THERE. I KNOW MY VAGINA VERY WELL. SHE’S A VERY RESPECTED MAN. AS A WOMAN AS A FORMER WOMAN AS A…