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date: 2015-10-14
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type: post
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title: Being Transgender
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categories:
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- Poem
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tags:
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- Gender
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- Transition
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---
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<pre class="verse">
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You get to explain gender to all of your friends —
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And all of your family —
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And maybe once more to be sure —
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And random strangers —
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And maybe, like, doctors and nurses who should probably know better;
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You get to explain to your partner that nothing has changed —
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And that you were always this way —
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And that really, honestly, nothing has changed —
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And that this has no effect on your love for them —
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And I promise;
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You will get to come out again —
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And explain that it wasn't that being gay wasn't enough —
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And explain that it has nothing to do with who you like —
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And explain that that shouldn't matter —
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And — oh right, this means you might be straight after all;
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You get to go through that awkward period of growing your hair out —
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And learning how to ask for a more feminine haircut —
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And trying a curling iron for the first time —
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And figuring out how to eat noodles without also eating your hair —
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And the worries that you're just trying to be rebellious;
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You get to worry whether you're maybe just trying to be rebellious —
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And whether or not you might just be faking it —
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And whether you're really Trans Enough or not —
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And whether you're maybe just appropriating femininity —
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And whether or not passing really matters to you anyway;
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You get to dress up in your best clothes —
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And your best makeup —
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And worry that your shoes are too masculine —
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And have your hair game on point —
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And convince the doc that you deserve those patches and pills;
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You get to go through puberty again —
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And it will be weirder this time around —
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And your skin will grow soft —
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And you'll get more sensitive to temperature changes —
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And — YEOWCH! That's a new sensation;
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You will cry a lot —
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And bite your tongue often —
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And lower your gaze —
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And learn to take up less space —
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And talk softer;
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And your dogs will still love you.
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</pre>
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