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i put this pjackk poem into elevenai and something went very wrong. i've never heard it freak out like this, it sounds like the narrator is being forced to read @pjackk posts while undergoing an icepick lobotomy, which is also what i think hell will be like.
Avedarbjacque. May three two thousantwentoo. "The Sweetness of Honeymilk" by PrototypeHAJACHHCKK IH HAH EH HCK AEH HH TENH Adi AEHAA T H e-krazy tu-AUK kueyz-you Smackme? whenUWhackme? When you Squirtme. When you spurt me. The memorys, Are priceless. My LUST-A, my lust. My Lust! feryou. i would neversell for bthous-uz-uei. E-Sein. Heyuh homba fumbayo. Thou tho-uh so-so sweet. Sosweet, so sweet. Areyourlips. And, your Balls. andyour Perky, Pink Nipples. Sweeter Then Honey Milk. With 50 pounds of Brown Sugar, and ThirtyDoughNuts and five hundred slices of Cakes, and three thousand candies, and a Chocolate. and a Sweet Cola. 'n' Teodouzenblawuzara Eace Cones, and Thirty Candy Cane, and Feefigaa-b'hausen Lollepops, annean Derb's hauveden n'fowaer. d'la Eace Papes. 'naSlicea Cherrypohh. an' Feef. oh thithussen Root Beer Flotes. and a Piece a' Candy, and that Temby Bassen pokĂŠstick. Seven Direrarzhunlem Paededder... FrapChinos! and Fae Fathezun Maezun Brownies and Facktheckadou, Desson Blondies. and a velvet Cake. and twentuh, key LIME pie. and Icchewod segwoh. Cookies. and three thousandoo Serd Shocklates. and sicksouzoo, soon, Gumballs. and two thousand Sugars. and fid-filvouden Honeys. and one hundred, Crystal Candies, and Eight Two, Sweet Treats, and Three Jellos. and Eewanzouthewew. o'Hingtoro. Tuuorouw. Idiom pudding, and six hundred mochis and a piece of candy. You are sweeter to me, then all these. But you don't fuckin' respond to me, on grindr any more. And that makes me mad. Mad, mad. Rarely am i glad. I thought you were my lad. Sad.
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Madame and her lover, an intimate portrait. Kelsey Dylan and Aiya Campbell. âŚ
Grace Jones captured by Lynn Goldsmith, 1982.
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Because I was now a man, I could not speak about what it was like to be a woman. Because I had been a woman, I could never really speak about what it was like to be a man. Do the math: I could not speak. It was a double erasure, a double bind, in which every experience I had was false, and so nothing I said was credible. I could no longer derive authority from my experiences before transition, and shouldnât even cite them â I had never âreallyâ been a woman, so those things hadnât happened â but those experiences could always be weaponized against me to prove I wasnât âreallyâ the man I claimed to be. They call it erasure, when this happens. I wasnât prepared for how literal the term was. Every day, I could feel myself disappear.
â Eraserhead: On writer's block and being a gender traitor by Jude Doyle
There are many good paragraphs but this stuck out the most:
"If âmanâ and âwomanâ are opposed and mutually exclusive categories, if men can only ever be predators and women can only ever be prey, then trans men canât exist. We are logically impossible under the terms of the current system. You either âtreat us like menâ by voiding out half our lives, or you write us back into womanhood by denying our male identities. I knew all that, at least in theory, but when I came out, I actually saw my life story disappearing into other peopleâs blind spots. I watched myself become unthinkable in real time."
Also these:
"This wasnât about accountability. This was people tactically forgetting my entire life,including incidents from my life they had personally witnessed or been involved in, so that they could shame me for transitioning. It was bad for me to be a man; if I was a man, I was a bad man, I was all the worst things men are. I was hulking, I was threatening, I was predatory, I was violent."
"I was treated as both genders, but only the most monstrous stereotype of each one."
Because that is exactly it. Anti-transmasculinity is being both erased and vilified, and then gaslit out of speaking about those experiences by the people who are erasing and vilifying you.
This resonated:
"The idea that I had always occupied a privileged position within patriarchy was, frankly, untrue; nor did it seem to me that a trans person was any less gender-marginalized than your average cis woman. What privilege I had was conditional, and these books were no guide. Men who wanted to âforge a positive masculinityâ (and everyone was very clear that I needed one of those) were encouraged to get in touch with their âfeminine sides.â Maybe that was healthy for cis guys, but I had been forced to do feminine things, and present in feminine ways, for the entirety of my young life. Whatever liberation I had achieved came from giving myself permission to stop."
As did the ending:
"When I write these days, I try to remind myself that whatever Iâm afraid of saying is already true, and denial will not change it. I remind myself that the wrong people benefit from my silence, and will use it to write a version of my life I canât recognize, or just write me out of the world. There is no established story or role for me; I belong to a category the world is still learning to imagine. I cannot account for the world as other people imagine it. I cannot give you every manâs story, every trans manâs story, every trans personâs story; I don't know them. What I do know is that every new story helps map the territory. All I can do for you, from where I'm standing, is tell you how things are."Â
Get your ducks in a row. Now get them in a circle. Get them in a Socratic seminar with that duck in the middle. Get them in a mosh pit. Get them moshing. Get them moshing.

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