[Black text on a white background that reads:

my gender is whatever makes me easiest to kill,

my gender is breeding stock, kill all men, can’t you just stay unobtrusive and neutral, the question cut apart in debate chambers, my ragged flesh and bones picked for statistics and arguments by vultures in suits who go home to too-young wives, breathing out my same old screams to useless onlookers sitting in rows, you’re disgusted by my blood on the floor but unwilling to shoot down what’s killing me slowly, what are the magic words i need to say to get you to care that i’m dying, 

my gender is polite young woman in a pantsuit long long dead, forward-thinking and modern, isn’t it funny that she lived as a man, she wanted better opportunities, we dug up the body and passed it around the archives and if you look here you’ll see the place where they cut out the most important parts, so sad to see such irreversible damage, so sad she never had children, so sad she was mutilated, but she was such a trailblazer, the first woman to put a bullet in a state senator’s head,

my gender is a bullet in a state senator’s head, shooting down vultures before they break my sibling’s skin, crippled tranny faggot (triple threat) with a score to settle, with a gash down the center of its chest spitting fire through pharmacy phone lines, never fucked someone who wasn’t an enemy of the state, never was your little girl, sticking around till the bitter end and triple dog dare you to come bash me yourself you bloody-beaked coward, come watch me be the monster you all say i am,

my gender is whatever makes me hardest to kill.]

Poem (Let us Live) by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza

Illustrations by me

decomposition (dysphoria) // june 2023

TRANS COWBOY COLLAGE CAN I GET A YEEHAW 💥🏳️‍⚧️💥🏳️‍⚧️

my body is, at most, a morbid curiosity 🐀

rah rah healing from trauma etc (wip)

from oppy by N.W. Downs, published in where the men come from

[Text ID: i miss the places i came from like i’d miss a rotten tooth. /End ID]

GUIDANCE - a blackout poetry visual art piece using the information on the nhs website :) - transmonstera (red version available on ig)

[IMAGE ID:

A blackout poetry piece using a screenshot from the NHS page for trans people:

LEFT IMAGE: Hormone therapy for adults

The aim of hormone therapy is to make you comfortable and feel. The hormones need life, It's important to remember that hormone therapy is support. The decision to have hormone therapy will be between you and you In general, people wanting masculinisation and people after feminisation usually have the additional effect of release.

The image is decorated with syringes and stars. The text and images are black and the background is a white.

RIGHT IMAGE: Surgery for adults

Some people may permanently alter body with sex. on gender you will be an expert in surgery. in addition to you having gender it is also advisable to: - smoke - lose you - have cross-sex. it's also important that any are controlled.

The image is decorated with scalpels and stars. The text and images are black and the background is a white. END]

'ode to apollo', icarus rising by dre levant

"lover in christ", beckett h., 2023

May a transsexual hear a bird?

by HARRY JOSEPHINE GILES

May a transsexual hear a bird? When I, a transsexual, hear a bird, I am a transsexual hearing a bird, when you hear a bird you are a person hearing a bird, that is, I am specific, you are general. When a bird sounds in a poem it is a symbol of hearing a bird, a symbol of a person being in relation to nature. Only a person may hear this. Only a person may hear a bird and write a poem about hearing a bird and in so doing praise the gentle dissolution of personhood or elsewhere strive towards the clear and questionless presence of an unworded bird, being. Were I to attempt such a poem again, I would be a transsexual writing a poem on hearing a bird—I note now that "transsexual" is the legal adjective for a person with the protected characteristic of "gender reassignment" under the Equality Act (2010), Section 7, which applies to any person at any stage of changing any aspect of sex, and so to make a claim of work discrimination I must both have the socioeconomic capital to bring such a claim and also be a transsexual—and so be unable to dissolve without first addressing my transsexuality to the bird. Even if I were to fail to sound out my transsexuality, it would remain in the title and byline, unsilent, a framing device, regardless, and so once again you would be hearing a transsexual hearing a bird. But now I am too preoccupied with how to source testosterone— a Class C Controlled Substance under the Misuse of Drugs Act (1971) carrying, for supply, a maximum penalty of 14 years imprisonment, and/or a heavy fine—to give to my friend, and how to publish a zine detailing how to negotiate and circumvent the Gender Identity Clinic system, given that waiting lists for first appointments now range from 3 to 6 years, without attracting the critical social media attention that would shut down any explicit alternative routes, and whether the fact that I have not heard from my trans sister in over a month means she is in severe mental health crisis or merely working, and whether I have the strength and love to call her, to remember to hear a bird. If I cannot remember to hear a bird I cannot write a poem. How can I not have the strength and love to call her? Because I have not heard enough birds. Because I am scared of what it will mean if she does not answer. Because I am scared of what it will mean if she does. Because I have been working in too many political meetings scolding Parliamentarians to call or hear a bird. In the morning I open the window before the sun rises so I, a transsexual, may hear the birds singing. If I may hear the birds singing the sound may lift me from myself and my working conditions. Then the sun, the conditions, and the working day.

elegy in which you are the creator in the laboratory // october 29 2023

[cw mentions of transphobia + violence]

wrote a poem for tdov 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

unnamed poem - roman may

1.17

By yours truly.

trans god thoughts