no boys allowed
It's that time of the month again—
you're try'n to have fun again
in a place that is free of men,
'cause the space'll feel safer then.
But when you say your event
is one that is meant
for women and enbies,
I know you mean anyone
less masc than me.
But you won't hear me asking
to go to your game group;
I don't really blame you
'cause I feel the same too
when I am surrounded
by too many guys.
Like when I'm around 'em,
I'm like an impostor, so
need some kinda foster home
from that testosterone.
And while I'd rather spend
my time around femmes,
I don't care to blend in,
presenting like them, 'cause
I won't wear a different
disguise.
So then, after all,
whenever I'm called
a man it's my fault;
'cause I don't share my pronouns,
there's no way they'd know how
that I prefer "they/them"
if I never say them
and I look like this.
Since the tag on my wrist
is easily missed,
and if they are cis,
they may need a hint
in order to get
the fact that my ring
is even a thing;
'cause the flag I fly under—
that's made up of lavender,
white, and chartreuse—
is not often used
by non-binary youths.
And it might be the truth is
I want 'em confused,
since I go for anomalous
as much as androgynous
when I am anonymous,
in the digital world, where
I don't have to be seen,
'cause I don't owe the world
just the one way to be.
There, I've called myself "girl"
and I've called myself "queen"
like the baldest and butchest
of all the trans beans
to the people unmet
who just see words on screens,
to keep them unsettled
and still on their tenterhooks
of how someone genderqueer
really is meant to look.
But, here, I'm instead
the vanilla-est genderfuck.
So I don't mean to come at you;
at least you're not someone who
pretends that there's just the two
genders to be
and no way between them
and no in-between them.
Like the TERFs who are stealing
our purple-white-green when
they find themselves feeling
like they were the suffragettes,
saying it's rough for them
if "trannies" have rights.
And I've had enough of them
fanning those fights
where they side with Republicans,
banning our type.
And they're making it tough to get
care and the meds we need.
So I'm sparing my energy
for these actual enemies
attacking my friends and me,
'Cause I have these advantages
passing as masculine,
which means that there has to be
way better ways
to be spending my time
than to waste it defending
my case for attending
tonight.
But it still can be tough,
feeling not trans enough
to be part of this stuff,
so please pardon my mood.
I don't want to be rude
and don't mean to intrude;
I must seem like some dude
with a cock who is needing
to bitch.
Just remember to ring me
whenever you're meeting
to talk about eating
the rich.