June 7th, 2011


I've been depressed about radfem transphobia lately


I feel them, looking daggers at my soul.
Women I'll never meet, have never seen,
who don't know all the places that I've been
that they've been too. And, really, on the whole

perhaps it's best. I am a shabby rake
no good example. Somewhere there must be
somebody who'd do better far than me
convincing them their hate is a mistake

somebody younger, smarter, lovelier far
whose gorgeous dialectic of the skin
could both convince them and seduce them in
mere moments. But since such pure women are

above mere lust, she'd leave them to their hate,
come find me, maybe ask me on a date.