Triggers — a poem
The specter of gender dysphoria at every turn
The specter of gender dysphoria at every turn
Triggers are an ambush.
they appear out of nowhere in a rush.
A side-long glance,
and I get ants in my pants.
A look in the mirror,
can fi…
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