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Because you're strung along. For the ride, anyway.
fleur-de-lis
Within the curling parking lots that unfurled dark beneath the ground,
I felt a twitch and idly i switched my steps to careful stride.
I saw them wrapped, their shadowed shapes before me, as their laughter found
the place their hands demanded; plans for all my flesh and past my pride.
I felt a twitch and idly i switched my steps to careful stride.
I saw them wrapped, their shadowed shapes before me, as their laughter found
the place their hands demanded; plans for all my flesh and past my pride.
With slimy braids of blackened tongues that hung out slack in honey-scents,
They laced my face with whispers and their tastes were cold upon my cheek.
I couldn't breath; they traveled lower, eager for the night's events
With no more need to bide their time in grit with present game so weak.
They laced my face with whispers and their tastes were cold upon my cheek.
I couldn't breath; they traveled lower, eager for the night's events
With no more need to bide their time in grit with present game so weak.
Bathed in the specter's nectar, all the happiness I'd once ignored
Washed off like milky waters. Silky daughters of the seas held near
My dreams in streams and rivulets, and all wore grins as they explored.
Within these places we've forgotten, good men seem to disappear.
Washed off like milky waters. Silky daughters of the seas held near
My dreams in streams and rivulets, and all wore grins as they explored.
Within these places we've forgotten, good men seem to disappear.
Boiko Cross, (unpublished work)
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No oliri zatri von 1,000 yedru.
Ne worevu rivrele toja ni yara vidro. Ne ilu me evri. kuvrulori, kovisuno, irininizatiru.
like pedrolino.™
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You are given two letters, and instructed to put them in order. A to B is "logical", though the alphabet itself has no inherent order. And while the sequence we are familiar with is as semantically similar or dissimilar as any other sequence, no matter how we shuffle it, it will always be linear. In short, we cannot conceive so easily of an alphabet in which every letter is spoken out loud at once.
This structure of "necessary linearity" exists as well when we list the genders. Such terms as ladies and gentleman, s/he, men and women, or (wo)man still require one to be listed first. Other words, like people or humans, void the subject of gender entirely.
There are only a few phrases that actively deplatform one gender in favor of another. Ladies and germs is really the only one that comes to mind, actually.
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If we regard human culture as a whole to reflect a narrative that the man or male form is the "generic" or "default" human form, women can be viewed as the first "other."
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