Old Me, New Me, Same Me
A Dyke's "Lament"
I never saw a dyke I didn't like.
Not always romantically, at least platonically, but likely enviously.
I love a dyke
Like I love myself:
Fully, and without judgment.
Yes, for even when I called myself a dyke (or others did without consent),
I knew we needed all the love we could get.
I'm more likely to get clocked as and called a fag these days,
But my heart will always belong to and identify with
The dykes.
For better or worse, it's a title I claim with
Pride.
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For Raymond G. Taylor's Unofficial Challenge:
About the Creator
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I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
Transvestite thailand
When the term “transvestite Thailand” surfaces in travel blogs or online searches, it often conjures a narrow set of images: glamorous cabaret performers in sequined gowns or street-side scenes in certain nightlife districts. But to reduce Thailand’s profound and complex relationship with gender expression to a mere tourist spectacle is to miss the entire, beautiful story. Thailand is home to one of the world’s most visible, historic, and culturally integrated transgender and cross-dressing communities. This isn’t a modern import; it’s woven into the very fabric of Thai society, offering a powerful lesson in acceptance, identity, and the artistry of being oneself.
By David Femboy3 days ago in Pride
Comments (7)
Awesomely and effectively jarring—I love to see the acceptant, unapologetic nature of your Pride!!
Hey! I'm a Dyke! :D
Awesome. :3 And well thought out!
Truly heartwarming and lovely and so glad to know you claim the title with pride. Thank you so much for adding to the good feeling.
Beautiful on the side… beautiful on the outside!
Ha ha, that's exceptional. Deal with Pride, wow.
I wonder if the cis' insistence of labels is because of self-unknowing and resentment of questioning/ exploration/ confidence in self truth or anger at peace among questing achieved- or visible evidence of their own questions unfaced and unasked?