Where faith, ritual, and recovery are turned over like soil.
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a woman's sexual purity is a garbage dump for patriarchy an uncontrolled mind seeks control I don't like my sins so I seek someplace to put them the boneless hand opens words swarm like flies: here is a woman made to carry your burden if you
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hold an object a blue smooth marble bounds and limits a container movement direction shape size governed by physics a reduction outward measurements a woman size six in a flower bikini walks towards you she asks a question object person
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I don't know why I'm a trans woman I Who Have Never Known Men a prisoner in my body transitioning allows me sunlight and like in the book my prison follows me answers aren't real knowledge reveals more questions so I keep seeking I
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for me gender transition resolves how off I’ve felt since childhood for them it feels off we are seeing the same event but from different parts of the room without knowing it my transition began twelve years ago when I started dismantling religion—then patriarchy my family did not
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the way I exposed my womanhood to my family the messiness the regret the rejection I blame myself for the outcome they are consistent they are backed by eternal truth unchanging I change change is wrong I am wrong rivers are wrong seasons are wrong mountains are wrong may my
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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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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
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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
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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
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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
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she pointed this out— the mother of our children the one true Church let us know Satan made the name Mormon please use the real name she asks I ask her please use my real gender systematically she demonstrates corporations are the real people
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like a sailor caught at sea boys cannot save themselves from the patriarchy women must we see through the fog because of our vantage point our experience despite knowing we are the lighthouse we may look to the power we grasp as we look inward beyond our heart deeper a