I love them in museums, on buses, sitting compact
in trains and on airplanes, running their fingers
through their hair, drunk at parties, stumbling home,
long-limbed and full of awkward grace, boys, yes,
lay on top of me or lay beside me, breathe light into
my ear. I love them angry and confrontational or soft
and philosophical. I want to curl up inside of them,
read their palms, make them pasta and bread
from scratch. I love them kissing me in the backseat
of a taxi cab or alone on the street corner, lost,
trying to find their way home. I love their throats,
their knobby elbows, their spines beneath a soft
cotton shirt. I love them at home, poised readily
over my Keurig, asking which flavor, if I want sugar.
I love their hands in my hair, undoing the braid,
fingernails to my scalp, yes, more, please don’t stop.
I love them in doorways, at the grocery store among
the cereals and unpronounceable cheeses; I love them
at night, pale shadows under lampposts, walking
away from me and into the men they’re going to be.
Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.
I don’t understand why when we destroy something created by man we call it vandalism, but when we destroy something by nature we call it progress.
Cis people love to shut down people who talk about trans and intersex issues by saying that they’re “only 1% of the population” and thus can be ignored since they “aren’t statistically significant enough.”
By that logic, we can now systematically ignore:
- The entire state of Rhode Island
- Anyone who makes over $500,000 a year
- Pacific Islanders
- Celiac Disease
- Jewish people
straight people burned queer people at the stake for centuries im pretty sure u can handle a few angry text posts every once and a while
a fun game for xkit users is to use the reblog viewer and see that almost anybody who’s commented on this is a straight person getting upset
CRY SOME MORE
anytime a guy says “that’s what she said” always reply with “not to you”
"im a woman and im not offended?!??!!"
after years of searching without success, i have found her. the one. behold: the spokesperson of the entire female population. bask in the glow of her internalized misogyny. bask, my friends.