Speedy scribblings

“By the time my mother finally found the words to call me her gay daughter, I was searching for the nerve to describe the son in my eyes, the shadow of the boy I might be or the boy I might still love, for the official gay record.”

“I do not wear a welcome mat on my chest just so you can walk all over it.”

“I can guarantee that a haircut will never tell you anything about someone’s gender, who they love or how they fuck, but I’ve been growing out my short temper for the next time I have the ‘opportunity’ to tell someone in my queer community, look, I am about as butch as a Swedish male figure skater, as for dyke, I will happily dance in that music box for tonight, but tomorrow, when I pull the word ‘faggot’ from the shotgun of a fratboy’s mouth…”

Ok, I could quote the whole thing, but watch, this is one of my favourites.

“For every holy knuckle gender bent trans kid.”