#trans joy
Ezra Furman, on Trans Day of Visibility
part 2:
[ID: two parts of a poem on a black background. The first reads:
“Trans day of deep shuddering breaths. Trans day of walking down the street. Trans day of not being able to explain. Trans day of not reading the news right now. Trans day of the news gathering darkness as it goes unread. Trans day of food left on the kitchen counter for three days. Trans day of not trusting your parents. Trans day of the makeup doesn’t help. Trans day of don’t take pictures of me. Trans day of don’t show me the picture. Trans day of eyes like knives. Trans day of existence that flickers like a faulty old film projector. Trans day of just be yourself. Trans day of no one is trying to kill you they just don’t care if you die. Trans day of the structure of the universe asks us to protect one another. Trans day of I’m fine it’s cool I’m fine. Trans day of invisible fires that never go out. Trans day of pure beauty that no one else can see.”
The second reads:
“Trans day of uncontrollable laughter. Trans day of structures of love solid as rock. Trans day of looking after one another even when nothing’s wrong at all. Trans day of dancing until your sweat surely contains detectable traces of the music playing. Trans day of direct access to divinity. Trans day of angelic clarity of mission. Trans day of the unkillable smile. Trans day of the wilderness doesn’t care what anyone calls it. Trans day of playing with animals. Trans day of everyday life as a prayer in itself. Trans day of spinning in circles whirling and whirling out beyond any boundaries they drew for us.”
End ID]
Help Danny Transition, organized by Allison Taylor
My family is screwing him over if anyone can help me with my younger brother