Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • A far too forward Japanese man

    Told me I was pretty and beautiful

    That men must be chasing me

    I played the part and denied it as if I was embarrassed

    Be brave and alone

    This existence underneath the mask

    That immediately thought how cruel it was for someone to say that to me when the only one who ever pursued me tried to kill me

    32 almost 33

    And nothing

    I’m a fucking ghost

    Be brave and alone

    That’s what is repeated by the silence around me

    Maybe I had too many friends in my past life

    Maybe I was awful

    I wish I had the strength to accept this life sentence of solitary

    Where I’m never a person

    Only an employee or a customer or a tenant

    Maybe I deserve not to be a person too

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  • Do you ever encounter…

    Beings

    Eh

    One of these moving clay dolls

    And they tell you to change something about your communication that completely annihilates your ability to understand and categorise…

    Yourself

    And whatever the hell occupies this poor rock

    And the beings who are actually worth interacting with

    Like you want me to rethink my entire

    My entire scheme of clay dolls

    Apparently I’m not allowed to use the word human

    Because its root word is “man”

    Can’t use the Japanese word because it translates

    Into human

    Because what the fuck else would it translate to

    Clay doll?

    Fine

    Bench

    From now on you are all clay dolls

    Do you have anything inside you?

    Probably not

    You’re just harassing other trans people on the internet

    Clay doll it is Benchy McBench-Face

    You get what you ask for.

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  • This insidious loneliness

    This constant being alone

    I am exhausted by how lonely I am

    Just waiting for some one to talk to me

    Please

    And the only socialisation I get is customers

    Forking customers

    They’ve gotten better and worse over the years

    There are fewer escalations

    But escalations are more intense

    People are meaner

    That’s what this society breeds

    Anger and frustrations

    Resentment

    And that (me) minimum wage employee has to deal with you

    Goodie

    I wish we could screen customers

    Just ban people who harass us

    Put them on a tiny island somewhere

    Something better than what it is right now

    Or, they could pay me enough to deal with this constant shirt.

    But that’s never going to happen.

    And here I am, starving for interaction

    I just wish the universe would send me a friend

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  • I step out and Ravens bless my journey

    And I feel like I belong here,

    With the nature working around me as it does

    But interaction with humans tells me I cannot belong here

    Humans seem to ruin things joyfully

    That seems to be their favourite thing to do

    This place,

    Where I was born, that I have known all my life

    But I can’t claim belonging here because of arbitrary lines of humans

    And slowly (less slowly now) pricing me out of even my home

    Where am I being forced to go?

    I wish I knew already

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  • Today a woman came up with a massive pile of clothes and said,

    This’ll make you earn your money

    And laughed

    And I wanted to smack the laugh off her fucking face

    Instead I laughed because I’m dead inside and people like her contributed to it

    Then a woman dropped her entire coin purse on the counter and demanded

    Count it

    Who the hell do these people think they are?

    Like assuming I’m not doing enough to earn minimum fucking wage

    Or that I’m their personal coin counter?

    I’m going home early today because my body, if I was to actually listen to it,

    Demands that I rest endlessly

    It’s inhumane the way some people interact with customer service workers

    Laughing for making me go through $300 in clothes

    Frequently humans leave a bad taste in my mouth

    I wish I could live well and not whatever this is

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  • I fill my life with heartbreak

    People I love, animals I adore, rescues, and sanctuaries, and animal rights activists

    Sometimes you see a new rescue and know

    And it’s hard to see people fighting so hard

    So many deaths, so much pain and suffering

    People who leave you wondering why

    But I can offer them comfort and support

    It’s hard seeing people needing donations and I can’t help

    It’s hard being mostly useless

    But I’d rather spend my time encouraging these good people

    Do what I can

    Maybe it’s a lot of heartbreak

    But I see a lot of happy animals too

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