I am too big for my name.
I shed it,
a snake breaking free of skin grown too tight.
Like a child’s dress I outgrew
words like “girl,”
“daughter.”
They chafe at me,
they break at the seams.
I’m told my bigness is too much,
I must be small
I must be pretty
I must bleed for someone else
—
The sea, too, strains against the shore.
Does she, like me,
feel that her name is too small?
its really funny to me that “being queer makes you unlovable” is such a common sentiment, both to hear from cruel or well meaning straight people and to internalize as a queer person, sometimes very painfully, sometimes for years. well heres something about how i love myself and how i love my unlovable friends
Janani - “Trans/National”
speaking of racism and misogyny within the transmasculine community
“there are ways of being a man that do not involve being a white man”
this is really good ok
