implore me not to care about you and all i can say is how does that actually work you tell me it's harm reduction, citing the ramblings of dead white men, while i am secure in the knowledge that, were they alive, i would give them gender envy: this group chat, this discord that lives up to its name, is where universal love goes to die: watch my faith in humanity disappear like mist in a quiet window as you performatively contemplate me. is it actually a crush or just scientific inquiry—i'll never know so long as you treat me like your favorite specimen i am the polished wings of cicadas & the slow fading of midnight rain//breaking & how can i explain to you that you should release into me or anyone & is this what you think allyship is? as i watch you (trans)vestigate my every desire.
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mk zariel {it/its} is a butch & neuroqueer poet, theater artist,
movement journalist, and insurrectionary anarchist. it is fueled by
folk-punk, Emma Goldman, and existential dread. it can be found online
at https://linktr.ee/mkzariel, creating conflictually queer-anarchic
spaces, and being mildly feral in the great lakes region. its writing
commissions are open: https://www.chillsubs.com/user/mkzariel. it is
kinda gay ngl.