The Death of “Little Miss”/Pure Gender Bliss
My whole life
My dad has called me
In a very soft, nice
Beautiful tone, fit for a
I suppose this is the sort of thing
Trans women miss out on–
But for me, and my perspective
In my world
It was a fucking nightmare.
I fucking hated being called
Are you fucking serious!?!?
I’ve resented him a bit for this
My whole life, while also being
Totally helpless to do anything about it.
However, my dad has been
Processing my transition in various
Fascinating ways, and yesterday
For the first time ever–
He got so mad at me
He yelled at me.
He has never raised his voice at me once in my whole fucking life.
I am his “little miss” princess, after all–!
He got so mad he yelled, he
Literally never ever, ever does that. Never.
Never. I was like–
Is this motherfucker getting dementia?
Then I was like– wait
I think it’s even better–
I think “Little Miss” might finally be
Dead, to both of us. And now he’s just pissed
He has some dirtbag son
Who’s 20 years behind in every way, and has
No actual nuts.
Lmfao I have never been so excited
In my entire life. I have never
Felt more seen than I did in that moment
I was like, at first, really overwhelmed, like I said
Then I got crazy bad heartburn, I mean
My dad is like, enormous. Imagine
A grizzly bear, standing on it’s back two legs
And roaring at you–
I just couldn’t stop smiling for the whole afternoon.
The motherfucker yelled at me like I was a dumb piece of shit
For the first time in my life, I felt
Pure gender bliss.