There’s a sense of apprehension as the DLR takes me east
Through the reclaimed docks and yards and past the gleaming island towers
There’s a dozen hyped up faces pressed against the window pane
Spilling out and up the stairs and past the blue glass pyramid
Now’s the time for our kind to celebrate
All the things that bring us together
Now’s the time for our kind to convene
At the place where all our dreams come alive
There’s a thousand costumed figures in a cramped and airless hall
Milling round to browse the stalls and meet their idols at their tables
There’s a thousand angry voices screaming bad words in my head
And behind me there’s one more that’s saying please could we slow down
Now’s the time for us to commiserate
All the things that make us look bad
Garbage on the lawn
People sneaking in
Getting unsolicited glomp attacks
There’s the REDs and there’s the BLUs and there’s that ginger mystery gal
There’s the robots fish and goats and over there’s a talking flower
There’s a clumsy space marine and there’s a dozen mercs with mouths
There’s a representative for every fandom that exists
Yes all our dreams are dying
PART 2: The Realisation
Covent Garden was lovely that time of year
Mimes in the plaza
Mirrors on the wall
And a blue haired kid
Mantra headed
Over and over
I don’t want to be a boy
PART 3: The Jubilation
Take a leaf out of my book and stumble round the Camden markets mind-a-blink and nothing bought ‘cos all the bloody stalls were closing anyway ‘cos I arrived TOO FUCKIN’ LATE
Take a leaf out of my book and shave yer tum and legs and arms and wear a dress and slap a TERF because she probably had it fuckin’ going for her, didn’t she, THEY ALL DO
Now’s the time for me to appreciate
All the things that make me feel good
Kisses on the neck
Flowers on my shirt
Friends who call me sweetheart, girl, and she/her/hers
Now’s the time for us to appreciate
All the things that make us feel cute
Hair below the neck
Shoulders sticking wide
None of that a drag to femininity
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i will always come back to this album. turn it on, close my eyes, focus on nothing but this. can't precisely explain it but everything about it cuts me to my core. Leah Tiesma
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