identity politics is all rigid segmentarities molecular identitarian units
intersectionality is a radical molarity supple flows of sub-identitarian particles i’m not a catholic i was just raised a certain way had certain experiences i’m not a woman a trans person i’m possessed of femininity of transness i have properties not identities any more than a possibility picks out a possible world a set of possible worlds there are just possibilities
sub identitarian molar immanences
maybe i wouldn’t mind so much if my passport said 46xy maybe i wouldn’t mind if the photo was my karyotype
bodies without organs supple flows assemblages that repurpose parts fluid modular structures organised and reorganised disassembled and reassembled infinitely variable a sea of possibilities
a whittling away of selves a human sacrifice a bonfire of the vanities
i spent the longest time trying to figure out which labels fit but it’s the loubous that fit not the label
Androgen sensitivity syndrome
why is it me who’s (disordered) and not yu why do i have a (syndrome) and not yu why describe it that way why not androgen sensitivity syndrome the disorder of being a cis dude riddled w chem that makes yu violent and dangerous to everyone else patriarchy is a fucking disorder sympathy is a fucking knife
there’s fuck all wrong with me or my cunty x chromosome androgen indifference syndrome deal w it bitch
Tod und Wahrheit
whittling away at the fictions that sustain yu till there’s nothing left but truth which is death
peeling away the layers of the onion to find what nothing the onion was the onion and now yu don’t even have that
the layers aren’t wrapping honey they’re the gift
death and truth like freedom come to nothing but nothing the void the emptiness an absence of lies of life of constraint the absence of substance and not some other substance so that the treasure the end of the quest is only the end of the quest
metaphors all the way down guy
Is a relationship between a man and a woman ever morally permissible?
i’m in distress i need a caress
age binarity and coming of age
when i’m asked how old i am i’ve started saying cunty four · it’s true for some value of cunt
l’opoponax as a renversement of the bildungsroman just because (spoiler) the protag is a girl i wanna see a trans bildungsroman about second puberty queering the puberty boundary prepubescent and postpubescent as exclusives exhaustives paraconsistency and nonbivalence the presumed singularity of first puberty i wasn’t pubescent the whole time between but interpubescent
then what does it mean to be an adult to come of age when yu can come of age over again did i come of age as a (man) and only then as a woman was i a girl then when i was a (man) a not-yet-woman
man and girl
androphilia phallophilia binaries queered by a single neither-nor or a both a yes-and-no a doorway
a transition timeline is a bildungsroman
so the age-gap-relationship discourse cycle’s been kicked off again by jill ciment’s memoir and yk it ain’t rocket science a power delta between 2 ppl problematises any relationship between them but fam that means any power delta and any relationship like older man younger woman isn’t older woman younger man and older black man isn’t older white man is a relationship between a disabled veteran and a fit coed problematic what if the younger person is rich what if the older person is old which way round is the delta between a 90yo and a 60yo is a relationship between a man and a woman ever morally permissible
i offer not an apologetics but a problematics · a relationship is problematic a relationship is fraught w power dynamics any relationship a life is fraught w power dynamics the thing is to be mindful always to be engaged with the problematics of ur relationships all of ur relationships elevating to consciousness the power and privilege that function thru yu bc the personal is political fam if yu don’t find it problematic yu ain’t doin it right
that doesn’t mean i think it’d be ok for me to fuk a teenager but it does mean i’m less convinced it’s ok for an adult cis person to fuk me and i don’t know where that leaves me except celibate or restricted to t4t and maybe that’s not a restriction at all any more than being gay or a bottom or a sub maybe it’s just my sexuality that i only date post-second-puberty tradults other ppl like me who’ve had to grow up twice
a coming of age as something that happens once like being born or dying but some die twice did i come of age twice then was i (of age) after the first time then to what did i come the second time
this is so much of what people are afraid of and why they hate us
Oestrojam
you’ve caught me at a bad time so why don’t you piss off
glass ovaries stick-on ovaries i sing to my tube of oestrogel every morning jellypop perky jean pump up the jam titty skittles taste the fucking rainbow i wanna spread it on toast i wanna use it as lube i wanna go out wearing nothing else which in a way i do it’s my tits my skin my curves my brittle bones my presentation the performance of my life
it’s giving shirley bassey
listening to the writing session recordings for power corruption and lies thinking wow they were making it up as they went but ofc they were we all are all the time we just fake it more or less convincingly i got away with it all my life we are here now what
it’s not a record it’s not a concert it’s not a hit it’s not even a song a novel a film a series of essays an opera a ballet an epic poem it’s not a tryptich an altarpiece a casting in bronze it’s not a letter to the times an architectural monument a dialogue a monologue a prolog or a blog it’s not a shadowplay or a tea ceremony topiary cabinetry it’s a jam
hyperlimerance
limerance as an identification a sexuality who do yu luv other hyperlimerant ppl ty
marceline creamline mindful codependence the zen urge 2 annihilate the self a gnostic state an existential void that’s the magic of limerance to lose your individuality your subjection the appeal of drugs dance a flow state just laughter and i never shied away from that feeling of nothingness to cease to exist to be gay straight male female one many jew gentile and not by fluidity or nomadism but by leaving your body behind the lesbian body the lovers dismembering one another and piecing themselves back together with bits of one another a radical limerance
i’m abt to be like i hate living liek this w this lvl of anxty a knock on the door and i flinch waiting for them to come take me away rly i need the chaos i need the acid it’s just some fkd need i have to be in danger yk idk any other way to live than in fear all the time i’m just so used to it idk how tf i’d live without it so here we are peeling our teeth limerant sapiosexual phobophile
Unhuman
democracy is an empty lie
they’re all the same there’s only one party it’s the illusion of choice like bitch if yu priv af yeh they all the same bc they all on ur side try being a migrant try being trans they are not all the same
a vote for the system a vote for privilege a vote for the enfranchised by the enfranchised a vote against change against protest against future
vote with a brick vote with a strike votez avec une zone à défendre vote for the ungrievable grieve for the ungrievable use ur privilege to fuk ur privilege vote against ur privilege vote against vote
vote against ur cossetted fucking cynicism
what if · hear me out · illuminati conspiracy bilderberg group world government yadda yadda only they’re the good guys
yu need photo id to vote need i spell it out this substantially prevents trans ppl voting like having to deadname and misgender urself to get ur covid shot prevented us surviving the pandemic it’s not paranoid to call this genocide when the incumbent administration literally have a manifesto commitment to redefining gender in such a way as to erase us from existence when they’ve pushed gender clinic waiting lists to literally longer than they’ve been in power my government are literally trying to exterminate me there’s a word for that
the transmasculine conception
luv how genderqueer religious art can be but
i wanna see more butch mary yk like femboi jesus is such a cliché at this point but mariology is so rad in feminist theology and the classicist thing of virgin as a euphemism for lesbian like mary nvr took the d yk nvr fukd a dude how’d yu get pregs then bae uh mebbe i fuk tgrls fam deal w it
ain’t no lesb age of consent lover why not bc that shit don’t count penetration reproductive subjection as the benchmark sex as domination a class system if it ain’t broke well then we remain immaculate become immaculate we situated to the exterior of the sexpropriation of our organs the organisation of our bodies the violence
transmasc mary and her femby twink wusband transcending earthly norms sprogging things the wild boys can only dream abt and wake up screaming it’s a superpower not a kryptonite to be impossible is to be explosive bc anything follows from a contradiction
Xaxoplex
all this sympathy is just a knife
pride flag playlists something off crash something off sucker something off how i’m feeling now sth else off sucker and sth else off crash queer coded brat coded cunt coded girlypop why am i so excited abt a cis grl making the most astonishing record since uh since 10000 gecs since forgiveness since oil of every pearl’s un-insides
trans ppl as aspirational as role models as goals for cis ppl
the emotional intelligence not just in the more emo songs yk we tend to valourise vulnerability and sadness over cuntiness and brat but there’s a piercing emotional understanding of the complexities of human relations in tracks liek von dutch or 360 that’d make shakespeare shit his tights
kiss ana kiss
resisting patriarchy is a transition one is not born a woman a transition from woman to lesbian to a society of (amantes) from a subjected dominated subjugated underclass to a fully enfranchised autonomous human agent a repudiation of one’s assigned gender
we shld be ur transition goals
so i cry
i used to sign myself x ana x bc it looked like xanax which i thought was funny in a dark af bitter tears of laughter kinda way and it was like a kiss either side of the name i was using at the time
for a while i’d find myself bursting into tears and then feeling guilty like it was a betrayal bc SOPHIE made it ok to be trans and bright and joyous and bouncy and bipp but then i’d hear that voice in my head telling me it’s ok to cry and i’d fucking cry
an object of pity an object of hate an object of lust a political football we don’t need ur fucking sympathy touch grass there’s nothing wrong with us it’s yu lot that need fucking help get ur shit together fam
sympathy is a subjugation grief is solidarity is strength we’re the future motherfucker we don’t hate yu ur just irrelevant