“Hi sexy I do love trans, it’s one of my fetishes.”
“I just want to have fun, Baby.
I'd like to play with you, would love to see your cock, Baby”.
“I'm very curious, you’re trans, correct?
Are you able to enjoy receptive intercourse?
One of my fetishes is feminine swallowing.
Any interest? ::wink wink::”
What they
Don't tell you
When you're trans—
Well,
Trans feminine
That is—
Is that
You become
An unconsenting
Repository:
A barf bag.
A urinal cake.
A diaper—
Of fetish,
Kink and
Secrets.
An object.
“Mouth open always, Mistress.
I would love for you to make me
Cross dress and service your gorgeous
Girl cock, like a slut.
After spanking me soundly, of course.
A ball gag would only get in the way
And deprive you of my cries and moans.”
Another name
For where you place
That which you hide,
That which you cherish,
And fear, is
An altar.
I am an altar.
An alter for
Your buried shame
Your unspoken fantasy,
That which you
Do not speak
To your wife,
Your children,
Your family,
Your priest.
A flesh and blood
Confessional booth, I am
Custodian,
Guardian,
Priestess
Of liberation.
Your liberation
From the colonial
Oppression of
Your desires.
Liberation through
Being oppressed.
A tits and dick
Bodhisattva,
Revered—
Whilst used.
