Floofster - Welcome To The Chaos... Take A Seat

If tonight be our last and the skies fall and the universe splits in two

i would like to go with the imprint of your head leaning on my shoulder

the sound of your laugh filling my eardrums and blocking the impact

the shatter of everything falling as you sigh and make some remark that they really picked their timing, you just mopped the floor-

that would be the blueprint, my dear sweet friend, for the rest of our short short lives

and I would like that.

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silent

as I sit deadly still

I hear the voices in the hall get louder

and louder as they go down it

until suddenly there's a shouting match in the kitchen

I could go, could try to stop the verbal carnage of the usual saturday squabble

be present for the slamming door and shattering glass

but I stay here, silent

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i am everyone's lover these ragged tatters dancing lightly from poem to poem witnessing scars like ivy curling over cool stone hallways with thick dark doors i am everyone's lover this brittle cage ajar conjuring your essences to feast on your beauty the misunderstood a delicacy your loneliness is my pain i am everyone's lover open mouths and call to me let me in your skins, that i may decorate your souls and dwell in your warmth a shadow seeking light in your darkness

!!trans angel!!

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sometimes I think about how I used to hate the trans flag

it's an odd one, that hate. at the time it was mainly because I wanted to pass, be seen as cis, and not have anyone ask anything

I swore to myself college would be different, and that there noone would know I was trans.

thank fuck I didn't. thank hell I went to that pride event, met this and that person, was honest about what was going on, mentioned binding to this person, laughed about queer complexity with friends I would never have met otherwise, was open about my identity at every goddamn hands turn.

if you see this and you hate the flag, I get it. I really really do. I hope someday you love it too. It's gaudy and different and beautiful and hopeful.

also, we are everywhere. we are everywhere and people know about us and support us. the most unlikely places and most unassuming people will turn around and say they know someone who is trans too

this world is so geared against us. I know I am lucky. but if you know that you can, it's beautiful and mortifying and terrible and freeing to be seen and loved.

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it never changes here

it never changes here, does it

these old piles just gather dust

those new podcasts reaffirm those old beliefs

unthinking cruelty voiced on purpose

you know I'm no fool yet you fall for it all

it never changes here, does it

the irony is almost laughable

you think that didn't happen to me too

you think you're infallible

you pretend you don't for validation

you think you're no fool, yet you fall for it all

it never changes here, does it

I always regret coming back

go home and feel bad calling there home

it wasn't that bad, I'm exaggerating

pretend its okay to try and escape

I know I'm a fool, and forget every time.

FUCKING GETCH OU

ode to the trans experience

you're in your town, in your room, completely alone

maybe the house is empty and maybe you're still quiet anyway, terrified of someone seeing you

they think this came from nowhere and you know better

as you undo packages and slip the thing over you

you feel something in you start to sing

no sooner is it on then you have to take it off

but that soaring feeling is worth the four and a half hours worth of work it cost

you're in a street

bag in hand and headphones on trying to ignore the glares

when you hear the jarring tones of a child

high pitched, asking "mammy is that a boy or a girl"

and she doesn't know, and you don't really know either

all you know is you want out, out of this line, out of this body

out of this tiny town and it's tiny mindset

the mind boggles with wonder at how people could be this ignorant

you're in class

you're trying to focus

you're trying to be objective

but come on, how could you ever read

these two men who spent every waking moment together, who talked about each others bodies

as just good friends

and never wonder more

instead you lie sobbing as they have always been here

we have always been here

you're in a shop

and your mother calls

and you've just had sex with a man who likes men

yet still she calls you daughter

and as you try to protest that you're still normal you stay there half an hour trying to convince her

only to be utterly useless and walk out

broke and broken

you're on a path

walking back to your flat after yet another fight

you see your soul smoking on the ground and you break down

your friends lift you out and up that flight of stairs

it will be okay, you swear as you sob into the same old sheets

the ones who used to ask don't even want to know