four score by Hank Cunnington
Hank Cunnington four score a deep sense of rage bubbles beneath the surface not quite strong enough to spill over into clouds of steam and smog but enough to erupt at the slightest hiss…
Hank Cunnington four score a deep sense of rage bubbles beneath the surface not quite strong enough to spill over into clouds of steam and smog but enough to erupt at the slightest hiss…
C. Show State-Enforced Gender I. friends are sharing DIY HRT posts typing out – Death before Detransition – wondering how quickly Huckabee Sanders will declare us trans teachers have to use words that align(according to the State)with our genitalia…
Aubry Threlkeld untitled For a month I avoided my father he called I called he called he called he called I called he called he called he called I called I called he called as we shouted at each…
Liam Strong cryptozoological evidence bears witness to wounded enbie, reports say it’s easier if i disclose what i am up front, easiest if you do the work for both of us to decide for yourself. transparency isn’t key, but wants…
Adrian Parrish They debate our existence on political talk shows, in congressional bills, they try to regulate where we can piss, what kind of medical assistance we are allowed to receive, they silence our stories, hoping we will disappear. …
Morgan Jenson Not My Amerikkka
Ran Brady 11.06.24 We do not sleep. She keeps up with the polls; I smoke until I’m on the couch. She lets me pretend until 1am, when the votes seem sure, then we begin our planning. Where…
Cedrus Dreux Can You Wish Upon These Stars? (Based on The Star-Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key) Oh how do you feel, by the harsh light of day, Do you long for your pride from the shadows of childhood? All…
mk zariel am i gay? asks a buzzfeed quiz, but sometimes the more accurate question is whether i could pass a turing test after cramming and thus starting to feel less alive. can statistics have genders? asks the inner voice…
Bailey Rodfield What Does A Bird Hater Do? Maybe that caged bird Maya Angelou wrote of, Maybe there’s another cage, another bird A whole aviary of cages, chained up By dirty words, spat from the bowels of hatred Itself. There’s…