A poem about gender identity.
TW: Nudity, body parts, hints at violence against trans people
Is It Safe to Be Seen?
I dreamed last night that I was naked -Well nearly naked
Wearing nothing on top
And nothing but underwear- or maybe even a pull-up
On bottom,
Surrounded by cis men and women
In a steam room or sauna that was also a living room
Where conversation was happening,
And my body was markedly different from theirs.
There were other fat people there,
And other hairy people,
And other people with breasts,
But none that ticked all 3 categories.
None that were such an amalgamation of genders.
The things that give me gender euphoria in private
Made me feel--- slightly uncomfortable.
Just a little put on display.
And people looked.
People noticed the differences.
But then, I noticed their bodies, too
So this wasn’t entirely unusual,
And it stopped at noticing.
If it doesn’t progress to celebrating a hard-won battle,
Then may it always stop at noticing,
Because things could have gotten much worse.
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