An afternoon of transphobic radfem blogs was not, in fact, wasted after all

For my trans dyke sisters

Perhaps excessive neatness, or a scar
that spirals round the hood. You press your lips
against it, and she squirms up with her hips
and you lose track a moment. We all are

so prone to giggles of astonished joy
that what was hard won was a total gain.
Fingers force inner scars, a little pain
but worth it. She is wet. Let’s not be coy

Some of us love our sisters. On a date
saves time, we can avoid the big reveal.
They told us we were sick. Here’s how we heal,
here’s how those storms of self-contempt abate.

We bite and lick and groan in sweet surprise
then check our lip gloss in each other’s eyes

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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6 Responses to An afternoon of transphobic radfem blogs was not, in fact, wasted after all

  1. sacred_chao says:

    Saw a link on Twitter, followed it on my phone at work and so so wanted to read it again but didn’t dare. I would have cried with the utter wrenching WANT. One day…

  2. cmcmck says:

    As you know, I’m straight, but that first time?

    Oh yes :o)

  3. cmcmck says:

    Hmmm……not sure whether I’d want to wax poetic about mine but I’ll look forward to reading the results! :o)

  4. khalinche says:

    Love it. Love it, love it, love it.

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