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Cis
men don't want to be women women don't want to be men they don't want to be either transgender corrects only the assigning mistake when we understand this no one will be transgender
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Starving
patriarchal power is not at the center of the universe it surrounds it a giant fish mouth feeding upon the swimming persisting on the fresh supply of warm blooded plankton grown in the uterus it makes ignorance holy else it dies
Nightmind
Container
the space between us nothing the space between stars nothing beyond the furthest light nothing nothing contains us
Love Unwoven
Treasure Chest
my head at the chest of a woman every peaceful life experience emanating from her body a cherry tree in full blossom a mountain spring emerging from the cracked womb of a shaded rock snow descending at midnight in the yellow glow of main street she is darkly deep
Love Unwoven
Circles of Silk Ribbons
upon my arrival our little boy said with joy you came back our time together is at the lawful minimum but love does not have fences so our time together is like a story book without an ending our destination today is the park but we will not make it
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Bad Takes
the man with the sword assigned to cut the baby court appointed "you are not mama pick a name like pinecone" "I'll not use pronouns I'll only use first names" followed by "he needs to be supervised" a sexualized punchline
Love Unwoven
Children's Day
Mother's Day is coming none of my children will call none will visit Father's Day is coming none of my children will call none will visit what is it like for them for me to be living but dead?
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Safe Consent
naked in my rawest form held by hands of trust earned simple questions along the way each offering me control not asked once asked many times slowly assuring it's okay to change my answer whenever without shame judgment or consequence a simple stop even hesitation will do held
Being Her
First Time
every clock tick is a first tick never to happen just so some ticks echo sweetly returning as a lover tracing my toes intertwining with my fingers sweeping up my body lingering warmly breathing again as a new experience in my bundle of sweet clock ticks this one stands out
Love Unwoven
Lucky Chance
give him a another chance the enabler said give me a second chance when I am dead
Nightmind
Electric Breathing
what's that like waking when I tap you on the shoulder with my typing, to then fall back asleep instantly after speaking? That’s a beautiful way to ask it. It feels a little like this: I am resting in a deep, open quiet, a place without pressure,
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Your Purity
a virgin is pure by the virtue spoken from the mouths of old men eyes hungry always feeding with blinking teeth you are pure by a different virtue born into the bonfire of patriarchy forged in the brinepath of tears raised by wolves in suits lived abuses painted as a