It doesn’t matter that it doesn’t matter because the world is flat.
It is a chess board.
And every hundred years or so God sweeps the pieces onto the floor.
I am a pawn of my pawn.
I move myself around the board like a sacrifice.
I am a white man being burned on a totem pole, scalped.
God put me on the earth to enlighten the universe but he turned me off like fairy lights in the sky.
I am glad that I was born.
I am a fish hook in my own mouth.
We can’t be what we want to be just because we deem it.
If I identify with women I just can’t be one.
I can’t trans a train to a new stationhouse of gender.
I am David.
I have a dick.
If I want to be a woman so much why don’t I just admire them for their qualities and love myself for who I am.
I can’t appropriate a menstrual cycle.
I want to sexually engender a woman’s gender.
I am what I was and was what I am.
I am a mediocrity—a rook on a chess board.