Category: citizen trans* {project}
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I always thought that bonfire night was to celebrate how a Guy tried to burn down parliament.I learnt later in life we were celebrating that he was caught.And it’s kinda funny to me to walk the streets of my city and pass where he was born.I guess the only way the house of white people…
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There was a man whose job it wasto log the cost of burning a sodomite to death.So many pesos for the lumber, so many reales for rope,so much for leather gloves and flint.He formed the numbers carefully,judicious with quill on vellum,massaged cramped fingers and shifted his seat,finally walked home. There were hundreds,thousands of this somebody…
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~based on a dream Trump was shanghaied by a cartoon fiend who resembled Charlie Chan in the flicker of silent films dramatic organ caterwauls from the pit Fu Manchu moustache waxed to a fine sheen John Lennon glasses perched on a spread-out nose masked by aquamarine séance ectoplasm …
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While canvassing for Democratic candidates, I spoke with a MAGA Republican who told me that his neighbor was a trans woman. He believed that being trans was a mental illness because God made you either a man or a woman, so gender can’t change. He asked me, rhetorically, “Have you ever thought that you were a…
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The Farmer built a picket fence to surround the fields withinHe build it many years ago to keep me far from himHe built it near his house beyond the foliage and denseAnd there he eats the flesh of those who live within his fence One day, I say, i’ll tear this fence but never do becauseThe…
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Denial is a statement, it’s not happening again, it won’t happen again. I refuse to let it happen again, I state, as if I control anything… As though I didn’t run away during the first term, obtaining a Bachelor’s degree in Biology and being a dual Canadian-American citizen. I did, until the pandemic dragged me back…
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Hate is a fragile project a projection of fear stitched together like a man in a dress Boo! What you can’t see what you can’t understand thin as skin of hands without work thin as the child, unbullied …
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“Is it cold in the water?” Down thereriverbed girl kneels,palms reaching, knees bent,into oxidized sand. They say she’s hiding there,but you stillsee her —seismic,beckon worlds:Come build twin mountains.My chest is bared. In prayer her body repeatsitself. Girl echoes —Plunge your hands into cool clay,feel her churnthe energetic earth,and arise then fullof element. So gently she tilts back,arcs her heart…
