abolish medical “sex”
(hint: it doesn’t exist in a binarily categorizable form anyway)
And Now I Can’t Breathe.
the very peeved musical.
(Starring the entire cast of My Ribcage.)
(Featuring such hits as,
“20 hour days”
“Can’t live with hir, can’t live without hir.” (The Ballad of the Genderless Binder)
“Strong in the Knees, Weak in the Chest”
“The Stupendous Superhero Sinister Snake Suit”
And last, but not least,
“Knock, Knock, Knocking on Harry Benjamin’s Door” (The Surgical Finale) )
There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.
Sometimes I feel like the shit
Sometimes I feel like shit.
We need more trans* science
We need more HRT science
We need more
science
tran
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