i can’t imagine how hard it must have been struggling with gender shit back when physical transition was a total impossibility, even theoretically
i’m trying hard not to cry
we have a history. we have existed in every culture of the world at every moment of human history. cis institutions have tried to suppress this history or claim it as their own but it is not theirs. it is ours, and always will be. we must uncover and reclaim more of our history, and we must make more ourselves
just pointing out that this is a huge treasure for jewish trans people, and that this is a beautiful look at how judaism and transness relate to each other. i really think it’s important to emphasize that yes this is a trans poem but it is especially a jewish trans poem, since clearly to this author her judaism was just as much a part of her as her transness. and speaking as a jewish trans person, that is so so so important. our own people have suppressed this from us, but here it is, teaching us that our jewishness and our transness transcend our current situations and tie us to our ancestors.
my poetry class was on a field trip to look at art galleries and my classmate asked if i wanted to hear his theory about the time-space continuum and i said, “no,” and he took ten minutes to tell me that he believes time and space are the same thing because you can see a tree growing and clocks are a social construct and then he asked me to help him develop this theory further and i said, “no,” and he said mournfully, “how can one who writes so much and so deeply…have no thoughts?” last time i saw him he was wearing a bow tie and literally shoved my friends out of the way so he could ask me if i feel like i’ve grown as a person
this time it was me! i was that friend! i was too confused by his general appearance and the memory of his bad poetry to figure out what was happening in time to shove him back.