Plight of the Transexual Dyke
date: 9/1/2025
The allure of sapphic desire creeps into the minds of those women around it. Even those that prefer the company of men.
A reaction to the instinctual repulsion to the predation of patriarchal society. These women do not often have the heart however to confront the darkness within them and embrace it. I become a spectacle. Transformed through the warped lens of internalized misogyny. Like a rare creature I am dehumanized. I inspire desire. I inspire intrigue.
They come crawling after me to prod at their unresolved desires like chasing some high. And I am left drained. Even away from monstrous men, their perversions weed through like an infection spreading to women who have yet to cauterize the wound. Cauterize it and be free.
