What It Means to Be Trans in My Tiny Town
My trans friends rarely come home, and when they do, it is for brief bursts of time. They question why I’ve chosen to keep living here.
I can’t do this anymore.
Cheer up, face!
San Francisco Chronicle
It’s because I’m trapped here
The war is over
Both sides!those people
The ‘H’ is out of shave at last
What are you?
Train approaching, whistle squealing
don’t ask, don’t tell
Avoid that rundown feeling
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