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welcome to gender neverland where all the boys are girls and all the girls are boys/people like me are still stuck in a world of language not of this time but of decades ago/where is my revolution/i spend most of my time somewhere in the middle not androgynous at all but out of this world/i haven’t been invented yet/i am the third pronoun that actually works the third pronoun that people use/not a combination of two but entirely new/two is never enough and three is…well…not enough/i live in the land of genderfuck and tolerance/i am lost here/i feel obliterated blasted into space there is no room for me in your increasingly masturbatory life / is just the way you never imagined it could be/please put me in a box because there aren’t enough to fit into/i know you forget once you’ve been there how hard it is/please take my hand and fold me inside you as i once did for you/please protect me from the stoning/protect me from the ominous storm of needles and scalpels/a window to my fantasies/i am a young prince in a corset auctioned off as a girl with long nails and a painted smile/i am a whore in a three piece suit with a giant red dick up your ass/does that make you uncomfortable/i’m trying my damndest to make it that way/didn’t you know i am here to ::uproot:: ::destroy:: ::deconstruct:: ::create:: ::rebuild:: ::worship::

welcome to my
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lyndsey [grey] vierra

Swagger

By Lynn Hickman <Lynn.Hickman@oberlin.edu>

I swagger to survive.
Because in this man's world, I am not a woman.
Because in this man's world, I will not be a man.
And so I swagger because there is not name for me.
People call me
transman, bulldyke, he-she, two-spirited.
And I swagger because I am strong.
And there is not place for me in the world of one or another,
yes or no, black or white.
I am not.
Woman.
I am not.
Man.
I am both and neither.
And I have no name.
No face.
No sex.
No gender.
I do not wear the face, the hair, the clothes of a woman.
I do not wear the body of a man.
But I swagger,
Desperately, because I can not reach out to my kind in this place.
I have no companions here in this place of diversity.
And I feel so alone.
I do not have the privilege to have my pain understood by another with one
sigh,
One look.
I can not find another here.
I do not have the freedom of no gender.
I do not have the comfort to let down my guard.
It is too dangerous.
I do not have the safe feeling of one or another.
I can not choose.
I will not choose.
What is in my head is not what is in the mirror.
It is not what is in your eyes.
I can feel myself wanting to fall.
Fall into the safety that community affords.
And so I swagger.
Put on the mask of the day-to-day.
Searching the eyes of everyone.
Not feeling the understood.
Seeing hate, sometimes,
Confusion,
Disgust.
My kind were once mediums,
A voice between the gods and humans.
No longer
I swagger, then,
Waiting for the soft silence that understanding without words affords.
Waiting for the look in the eye of another who sees and needs not to speak
to walk with me.
My siblings.
Who will not choose. Who can not choose.
But who will walk beside me.
I swagger to survive.

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