I dreamed this dream and I still dream of it and I will dream of it sometime again. Everything repeats itself and everything will be reincarnated, and my dreams will be your dreams. There, to one side of us, to one side of the world wave after wave breaks on the shore: there’s a star on the wave, and a man, and a bird, reality and dreams and death – wave after wave.

i WILL sleep through the rest of my days

“If we lived in a culture with a higher tolerance for ambiguity, rather than obsession with measurement, fixed identity, and knowability, transition wouldn’t be so confounding to people, and the process might be more normal. Epistemologically, we are anal retentive. Not rigorous, just stressed out. We need to know what a trans girl is. What are you, trans people get asked. Where are you from, people of colour get asked. White supremacist capitalism wants to make a map of everything, and then monetize the ways that things move around the map. Basically literally. The museum.”