Dearie

Every time I go to the

Doctor they ask me if I have a date

For top surgery even though I’ve only been on

T for not even seven months now

It wouldn’t be covered and I

Don’t understand why I am not

Really trans unless I say I

Desperately want to chop my tits off

It seems to me like it’s a

Badge of honor that some turn into

Hazing and I’d much rather

Orgasm by myself than get

Hazed by some more fucking

Adolescent bastards, even if

My doctor called me “dearie”

After I called him an asshole

He doesn’t even hear me

He asked me how my

Hysterectomy went and then said

I look eerily similar

To his other patient, you know–

The one he can’t remember


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