A Rant

Onlime anonymity was a friend at first,

A nod to my middle school androgyny,

A tool to once again hide who I am to do what I love.

The façade has often cracked open before,

Unveiling the mastermind behind my production.

Subtlely and unsubtlely, I’ve stuck out a leg

Covered with fishnet while sporting a black pump,

Though apparently some have missed the show.

So, I’ll make this crystal clear this time.

Misgender me again and I’ll break your pretty face.

Verbally.