the citizen trans* {project} by new words {press} seeks to publish & archive the voices & experiences of trans* writers in this anti-trans, post-election country. we’re sad. we’re angry. we’re disillusioned, tired & betrayed. as writers, it’s our job to write regardless. to shed light. to truth tell. to burn. the theme is simple: post-election writing. send us your tears, your rage, your hope, your hopelessness. send us your words. there is no voting process. if it’s on theme, we publish it online. Nothing is off limits except hate speech (decided on a case by case basis).
A Storm Called Progress by Max Bufkin
Max Bufkin A Storm Called Progress History will remember, It always does, You can’t wash us away, Our lives are stained in, Permanent ink, Our…
no thx we’re good by Garnet Juniper Nelson
Garnet Juniper Nelson no thx we’re good guess what’s in the feed today? another face from the previous century aspires openly to dictatorship—how cute! dom…
Worn by Emberlynn Pendergraft
Emberlynn Pendergraft Worn A woman on the street called me a “nasty whore.” She doesn’t know that I wore this skirt to get the…
The Rules by Jenna Bly
Jenna Bly The Rules 1. If you are assigned female at birth, your nipples can never be visible in public, beyond infancy. Please note: bikini…
My Skeleton Fucked your Mom by Elliote Blake
Elliote Blake My Skeleton Fucked your Mom Broken blistered feet running across melting pavement Leaning toward an escape only a hair width away. Make…
How to Erase your Transness by Drew Reynolds
Drew Reynolds How to Erase your Transness Here’s the secret: you can’t, they can smell you like rotten eggs, like spoiled milk, the stuff you…
For Bipolar Black Trans Intersex Kings by Mariah Ayscue
Mariah Ayscue For Bipolar Black Trans Intersex Kings I also woke up hopeless for the future But having faith in tonight When black elders…
a f t e r b u r n 11 . 06 . 2024 by Anonymous
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Five Days Post-Election by Phineas Knowles
Phineas Knowles Five Days Post-Election I a pedestrian homes in on my friend, dousing her blouse in a coffee air-strike that misses her face…
‘Solar Strike’ by Katya Mills
Katya Mills ‘Solar Strike’ Soon it will be as though we never existed. I did the dishes and swept the floors and vacuumed the carpets…
overhearing a bookstore conversation by Elliot Boodhan
Elliot Boodhan overhearing a bookstore conversation okay, but if men could get pregnant i’d kill myself. i mean, how would the baby come out? my…
RE: In Which I Feel Like Doug and Kamala’s Third by ANNIKA WARRICK
ANNIKA WARRICK RE: In Which I Feel Like Doug and Kamala’s Third (excerpts taken from Harris Walz campaign email subject lines leading up to 2024…