Ineffably Shook

so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.

however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.

the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.

i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.

but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.

wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.

also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:

https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters

love and rage 🏳️‍⚧️

so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.

however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.

the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.

i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.

but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.

wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.

also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:

https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters

love and rage 🏳️‍⚧️

so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.

however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.

the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.

i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.

but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.

wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.

also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:

https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters

love and rage 🏳️‍⚧️

so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.

however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.

the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.

i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.

but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.

wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.

also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:

https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters

love and rage 🏳️‍⚧️

so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.

however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.

the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.

i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.

but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.

wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.

also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:

https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters

love and rage 🏳️‍⚧️

so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.

however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.

the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.

i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.

but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.

wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.

also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:

https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters

love and rage 🏳️‍⚧️

so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.

however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.

the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.

i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.

but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.

wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.

also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:

https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters

love and rage 🏳️‍⚧️

so, i don't usually do a lot of original posting on here. as a writer, posting my work online has always had its issues, and those have only worsened lately.

however, recently, i submitted this poem to a litmag supposedly specialising in works of resistance, preferably from marginalised groups, and was declined. it happens, but it made me think.

the poem draws parallels between the battle of culloden in april 1746 (which saw roughly 2,000 scots killed within a single hour, marked the end to highland culture and led to a ban on many aspects of it, such as the wearing of kilts and tartans and the speaking of the gaelic language, and was the last large-scale weaponised resistance of scots against the english) and the fight trans people face across the UK (as well as the US, and many other countries) at present. it also mentions the colours of green and purple (and white), which were the suffragette colours first, and are now the colours that make up the genderqueer flag, but have as of late been increasingly claimed by TERFs, as led by J.K. Rowling, former witch-inventor, now witch-hunter general.

i first wrote this poem in april 2025, when the whole EHRC thing first came up in the UK. i really wish it weren't still, and perhaps more than ever, relevant over a year later.

but because it is, i decided to post it on here instead. what use is it sitting in a niche litmag that maybe a hundred people are going to read. that's not what i want it to be. i want it to be a battle song. i want it to bring courage to my trans+ siblings - be it just one single person (i know my following is tiny, but sometimes, on tumblr, that's irrelevant) or however many it may reach.

wherever you are in the world, whatever struggles you're facing at the moment - remember that your mere existence is an act of radical resistance. be strong, be angry, be kind to yourself, and live. you're not alone. and pride is very much still a protest.

also, if you're in the UK, and you're a trans person or an ally of any flavour, please contact your MP before 30 june - a motion has been tabled as of 1 june that, if passed, could yet stop the new EHRC draft code from otherwise automatically becoming law. you can find more info on how to contact your MP on the trans+ solidarity alliance's instagram, and you can check the motion's progress/supporters here:

https://edm.parliament.uk/early-day-motion/65938#tab-supporters

love and rage 🏳️‍⚧️