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Your bruises fail me. Your clinics and doctors fail me. Your out-dated policies, lack of tribunal protocols fail me. Your guidelines, endless forms, paper guzzling rituals fail me. I owe you nothing. You will receive whatever it is that I choose to bestow upon you with either love or discomfort. You have no choice. The time has come for a systemic revolution, starting with the Self. I owe you nothing. You cannot change me nor hinder these evolutionary processes. Your scalpels fail me. Your nip-and tuck, ****** relocations fails me. Your aesthetics fail me. Make room for me in this ocean, or I will drown you all alive. Your triumphs fail me, too.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
On Being Trans
Your bruises fail me. Your clinics and doctors fail me. Your out-dated policies, lack of tribunal protocols fail me. Your guidelines, endless forms, paper guzzling rituals fail me. I owe you nothing. You will receive whatever it is that I choose to bestow upon you with either love or discomfort. You have no choice. The time has come for a systemic revolution, starting with the Self. I owe you nothing. You cannot change me nor hinder these evolutionary processes. Your scalpels fail me. Your nip-and tuck, ****** relocations fails me. Your aesthetics fail me. Make room for me in this ocean, or I will drown you all alive. Your triumphs fail me, too.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
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