we are far from embers. so ready to engulf you. try to define us, but our future doesn’t involve you. you say “we don’t exist” and i “am my penis.” science knows you’re wrong and we’ll scream with the strength of venus. you told me about your gay friend and how he lived a quiet lifestyle. i found his repression depressing. i find this world so vile. there’s more than one perspective and it’s not bigotry. it’s the transcendence of this binary and heteronormativity, so show some fucking sympathy. you tell me “it’s generational.” do all open minds die young? i’m in constant fear of the day when i’m stubborn and high-strung to the point of invalidation.