Sometimes, I feel like an impostor. A poser.
They call xym on the phone sometimes. / By mutual unspoken agreement, no / one speaks of the dam, though xe knows / what they think, and they know / xe knows.
He sheds tears for your ignorance, but breathes / relief, unburdened of long-unwanted antiques.
It's not my breasts or my uterus that define who I am, just as my disabled leg does not define it. My mind defines who I am.
No matter how I look, I do not belong to any gendered category. I am just being me.
I’m not a woman nor am I a man / Nor any gender known under the sun.
If you could only alter you as in a game, stretching cheekbones and thinning legs to mannish ones, pulling out little hairs along your chin — if only it were cheap.
…there isn’t a void inside me where gender should be. I’m not missing anything.
I suppose I was unhappy with myself / Until my body started resembling an unwelcome guest / Maybe I just never gave it much thought / I let people paint and put a name on it
Because even if gender isn’t something to ponder and question and agonize over for days or weeks or months or even years for them, it is for us.
People live in the cities because it’s convenient. Their stuff is there, moving is a hassle, and socio-economic reasons pressure people who hate the city to stay.
When I am awake, I act. Do my actions make me male? Do they make me female? Does doing things give me a gender?
A(gender): An Anthology is a special collection of poetry and personal essays by agender authors exploring perspectives on the subject of gender.
Normally, the Virgin Sacrifice does this with Dr. Frankenfurter. Tonight, I’ll be doing it with the other winner. On stage. In front of a packed theater.
It is the ace coming-of-age story we need, and the one we deserve, and hopefully it will help pave the way for many more novels like it.
Modern society has made progress towards acceptance of LGBTQIA individuals, but asexuality remains under the radar.
At one time I would've given almost anything to be a late bloomer and not asexual. I wanted so badly to fit in that I would have given up this beautiful part of me in a second.
There is no amount of disapproval that will make me not queer. This is how I am and it’s not negotiable.