gender stuff

if you say a word enough times, it starts to taste wrong, like you've made it up.

that's gender to me.

"but this is what it's supposed to be," cis people say

and somebody's wrong. why would it be them?

no one can be trusted to reliably narrate their own life -- sorry, his or her life --

and i am a preexisting condition.

a cis boy on hinge asks me if i'm MtF or FtM. i am tired

of being treated like a free textbook and i have it easy. i'm white.

the bar for dating me is so low you could skate over it.

just use my pronouns.

if you eat the same food every day for a week, your taste buds get soggy.

that’s gender to me. my gender is restlessness

shifting breezes, rolling waves, tides, rivers, unpredictable

as water, fluid, flowing. some days are a gender drought

others are a hurricane, wild, wet, flinging water from my core as i

spin, shake myself off like a dog

other days are a cool mist of gender settling softly on my

skin, in my skin, melting as i breathe.