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letra de scream of love - sanni est

do we incorporate all this into heteros-xuality, expand heteros-xuality beyond binaries, or abolish heteros-xuality altogether? somewhat straight in the s-xual sense, the opposite of straight in its broader sense, will being with us publicly make all these hes lose some of their precious masculinity, normality, maybe even become a slight bit lgbt? finally, straight men made vulnerable, a key to defeat patriarchy, i’m certain it scares them, but after living through eight rapes and two hundred gropes, it feels like consoling a baby that scr-ped his knee; and what can i say when my tongue’s been tugged out by trauma; that the trouble with feral cats is we seldom live long if not adopted; that my child within merely survives for i can still soliloquize?

listen up straight softboys, if you began walking down the streets hand-in-hand with us, our lives would glide five times lighter, for you’ve got ten times our power, yet here we are, suffering with fifteen times your courage!
suffering with fif-, fif-, with fif-, fifteen times your, fifteen
suffering, courage, with fif-, fif-, with fif-, fif-
suffering, suffering with fifteen times your courage
“your courage”

clean comfortable closed-minded shortsighted white western colonial-christian-binary “progressives”, so scared to stray from status safe lives with wives, with kids, while the supposedly more conservative hetero machos seem to simply see long legs, pretty face, s-xy booty and have no issues f-cking or raping us, behind closed doors, always behind closed doors, never misgendering us, yes, dear, they really see us as women and proceed to treat us as terribly as they wish, they could get away with treating all women. it feels like h-ll where gropes roast us hot for a moment better than the room temperature, you keep us in every morning of this life waking up alone in our beds, morose in our beds, alone in our beds

listen up straight softboys
this world’s not fair, some give everything and get nothing, others give nothing and get everything, and that truth is larger than life
oy vey, i am a stubborn 120-pound antelope trying to carry a 2-ton hippo across the nile so crocodiles won’t dare to bite us as often –
my heart beats
it takes beatings…

vulnerability means taking sensitivity to a volatile risk zone;
sårbarhet – the ability to hurt – an emotional v-g-n- dentata scr-ping the sky to open a world, not for consumption
your hand, pulsating into mine
a river main into a river rhine; into an ephemeral eternity of burning whys; a fractured skeleton dancing on mercury – not venus, nor mars – right here, inside. but you never give me that tenderness kiss, so perhaps it’s high time i stuck my head in a gas oven, leaving a beautiful corpse, as the ultimate s-x toy gift. stiff like a barbie doll, for all the 600.000.000 tranny chasers to store in their closets
my revenge: a stink bomb that reveals
the whole
shebang!
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
the whole shebang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
the whole shebang, ba-ba-bang!

hypocrites, hypocrites, cowards, cowards, nowhere near the bravery of sissies. lest we were put on this earth solely to suffer, a day shall come when we escape this cesspit with or without you! i cry. i cry the deluge against your walls. for by the time you read these verses i may or may not have a v-g-n-, i may or may not even be alive, but i dare say you’ll never find a soul that tightly grips such depth, such warmth, such wetness, as mine, as mine…

- sanni est

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