i don’t want to smell like estrogen. i want to absolutely reek of it. I want it to be like cartoons where there’s a visible scent trail coming off of a pie and a hungry character starts floating towards the pie when they smell it, except I’m the pie. i want to look like i’m dropping off the formula of estrogen and people are crying that their family is transed.

i am the trans. you are the wall and i’m around you. i am the estrogen and you shall not shame my name. i shall bless all who need their hormone and i shall be the definition of makeup everyone will point at.

i shall make people cry for they cant get light angles well enough to rival me. i shall make people overjoyed when they see me and saddened when i leave. i shall disappear insecurities and let the haters drown in love, as swift as a coursing river and fair as a terrible maiden, as the undefined void that gives light. you who read are welcome and in time shall find your happiness. seek the light of friendship and queerhood and we shall live to thrive in a trove of blåhajs.