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“Transparent tubes divided Phil’s blood into shades of red, fading to straw colored plasma. I watched his fluid swirl past his shoulders and disappear into machines. He offered himself to blood banks all over the city, his plasma rushed to hospitals where it would circulate through other people’s bodies. The map of my love’s tapped arteries would look like a bloodshot eye over the city of Albuquerque. His blood bought us dinner. I dreamed he was my mother, and I nursed his arm. I wrote a poem about it, how I suckled his arm dry like a sore teat.”

“Transphobic’ is an easy word to throw at someone because the label sticks. Branding a person transphobic appears to rank with being called a racist or fascist. When labels turn people into fearful bystanders incapable of expressing an honest opinion, not just individuals but also institutions are given permission to disparage women, and governments are emboldened to draft (and pass) legislation that codifies gender tyranny and erases women’s rights. Many people want to remain ignorant, not the ignorance of innocence, but a chosen ignorance that wills not to know.”

“Transportation at its best facilitates the efficient flow of resources, the efficient movement of people, and the efficient utilization of time. Thats why we do what we do at Mayflower-Plymouth. It’t just about cars and bicycles. Its about efficiency. Its about the improvement of the human experience. And ultimately its about the evolution of our planetary civilization.”

“Transporte, 1964 Meu pai, viajamos juntos nesta província fronteira entre o mar e o coração. Jangadas, pessoas, gritos, habitam a praça inerte entre a minha e tua mão. Viajamos distraídos, ombro a ombro confundidos numa estrada de poeira: infindável direção. Mas não me viste, meu pai: sopro de ave, galera, serrania de algodão, não viste se desfazendo, em homem degenerando persistência e distração. Não viste a rama florida, a barba, material de conduta, o orgulho em profusão, e juntos nos separamos, no sangue e na identidade desta curva indistinta: Travessia e geração. ::: [...] (vida curta, longo mar) [...] ::: Fábula, 1965 Minha pátria é minha infância. Por isso vivo no exílio. Talvez o barco contasse deste percurso no tempo. De como seria o escafandro isento de tal mergulho. Minha pátria é sob a pele: Cargueiro no mar de névoa. Antigamente os conflitos não aspiravam a ser. De como fiquei trancado na torre em que era dono. E a certeza como faca engolindo a própria lâmina. De como se libertaram os mitos presos na forca, e o exato espanto vindo da terra, dos gestos do imperador.”

Author:Cacaso

“Transvestites are seeking to empty the word 'woman' of meaning and are forming language about female biology to suit their own sexual excitements and to prevent any challenge to their ideology. They have created their own language to downgrade women's status such as the word 'ciswoman' which they use to distinguish adult human females from 'transwomen'. In this way they demote those born female to just one variety of the category of women and provide an object lesson in how men have labelled and defined women to suit their purposes over the centuries of male domination.”

“Trapnel wanted, among other things, to be a writer, a dandy, a lover, a comrade, an eccentric, a sage, a virtuoso, a good chap, a man of honour, a hard case, a spendthrift, an opportunist, a raisonneur; to be very rich, to be very poor, to possess a thousand mistresses, to win the heart of one love to whom he was ever faithful, to be on the best of terms with all men, to avenge savagely the lightest affront, to live to a hundred full of years and honour, to die young and unknown but recognized the following day as the most neglected genius of the age. Each of these ambitions had something to recommend it from one angle or another, with the possible exception of being poor - the only aim Trapnel achieved with unqualified mastery - and even being poor, as Trapnel himself asserted, gave the right to speak categorically when poverty was discussed by people like Evadne Clapham.”

“Trapped in silence, Marco traces apologies and adorations across Celia's body with his tongue. Mutely expressing all the things he cannot speak aloud. He finds other ways to tell her, his fingers leaving faint trails of ink in their wake. He savors every sound he elicits from her. The entire room trembles as they come together. And though there are a great many fragile objects contained within it, nothing breaks.”