“I watched my bride / make eyes / with the real boys / & knew I could kill for her.”— Rachel McKibbens, therumpus.net
“The kind of love / I learned from movies / & what light swamped the air / as I shoved my bald pelvis into hers / blood ripening into wolf brine / burning a girl-shaped hole in the clover? / Every afternoon I became a god reinventing sky.”— Rachel McKibbens, therumpus.net
“We are all entitled to come into an awareness of our sexual orientation privately and on our own terms.”— Ellen Page, facebook.com
“today a man on the street pointed to me & said "what the hell is that!?" i wanted to turn around, tell him that i got this dress on sale & i got this body for free but you have been making me pay for both ever since.”— Alok Vaid Menon, alokvmenon.com
“Dear God, she and I refuse to believe we are sick. But if we are, do not heal us.”— Lydia Havens, wordsdance.com
“And I am sorry that this process is so slow and all you can do is wonder if you ever had a place You did You still do Don’t forget that Yours, Ethan P.S. I never hated you”— Ethan Smith, youtube.com
“I am the coolest oppressed kid in the room— my oppression out-oppresses all the normal gay boys. My gay boy friends are bathroom bouncers, guarding the men's room door while I pee.”— Miles Walser, youtube.com
“Sometimes I forget that sidewalks can be safe. Sometimes I confuse their shooting eyes for the bullet that met yours. Sometimes I imagine the phone call my mother would get. Can almost hear my sobbing friends. Smell the lillies on my casket. Touch my girlfriend’s black dress. But brother, I am tryin…”— Miles Walser, foxthepoet.blogspot.dk
“We are carcasses. Untouched boxes of condoms. We are public secrets, playground jokes, and horror films. We are costumes, stuffing, binding and makeup. We aren’t real men to them. Invisible til we’re screaming. They don’t remember our names until they read them on our tombstones.”— Miles Walser, foxthepoet.blogspot.dk
“I wonder how long it will be before the trans suicide notes start to feel redundant, before we realize that our bodies become lessons about sin way before we learn how to love them. Like God didn't save all this breath and mercy, like my blood is not the wine that washed over Jesus' feet.”— Lee Mokobe, ted.com
“It had nothing to do with hating my body, I just love it enough to let it go, I treat it like a house, and when your house is falling apart, you do not evacuate, you make it comfortable enough to house all your insides, you make it pretty enough to invite guests over, you make the floorboards strong…”— Lee Mokobe, ted.com
“my mother told me of the miracle I was, said I could grow up to be anything I want. I decided to be a boy... I was the mystery of an anatomy, a question asked but not answered, tightroping between awkward boy and apologetic girl.”— Lee Mokobe, ted.com
“I asked Jesus to fix me, and when he did not answer I befriended silence in the hopes that my sin would burn.”— Lee Mokobe, ted.com