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en•gendered @en-gendered.bsky.social · 4d
are we feeling en*gendered on this beautiful Tuesday?

autumn 2025 is live and ready for your perusal.
poems and essays, collages and paintings, batman and birthing, what more could you ask?

engenderedlitmag.com
The cover of engendered autumn 2025 on a background of dark grey. On the cover is a heavily textured painting by Jude FireSong consisting of layers of colour, first daubed or smeared, and then speckled. Dominant are red, orange, yellow, light blue, and medium blue though purple, green, and pink also make an appearance. Beside and below the cover is the following text: 20 writers, poets, & artists “as I move through the world, people project images of bodies and faces they assign onto me that evoke in themselves desire, lust, joy, disgust, emotions I have no say over. Perceptions against my will. And those images stain my skin and reek. I'm forced every day to carry those stains” - Thokozani Mbwana
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sarahclark.bsky.social
Happening tomorrow afternoon (Sunday)! We hope you can join us to benefit Indigenous communities in Western Alaska. 🌱💚
alocasiamag.bsky.social ALOCASIA @alocasiamag.bsky.social · 5d
ALOCASIA is honored to be holding two virtual readings to benefit the Western Alaska Relief Fund, to support Indigenous communities impacted by Typhoon Halong.

There is a suggested $10-25 donation.

We hope to see you there, and hope you'll spread the word!

Find out more: bit.ly/linkedhearts...
Presented by ALOCASIA & Friends LINKED HEARTS Virtual Poetry Readings IN SUPPORT OF THE WESTERN ALASKA DISASTER RELIEF FUND Night One: Nov 23rd 4 PM EST Featuring: Ruby Rogers Exodus O. Brownlow Nate Brown Divyasri Krishnan Adriana Del Rio Ariana Matondo Mauatua Fa'ara-Reynolds Sarah-Joy Milner Registration and Donation links at: bit.ly/linkedheartsregistration $10-25 donation suggestion Presented by ALOCASIA & Friends LINKED HEARTS Virtual Poetry Readings IN SUPPORT OF THE WESTERN ALASKA DISASTER RELIEF FUND Night Two: Nov 29th 4 PM EST Featuring: Temperance Aghamohammadi Divyasri Krishnan EMDASH Mauatua Fa'ara-Reynolds Ayling Zulema Dominguez Pte San Win Little Whiteman Registration and Donation links at: bit.ly/linkedheartsregistration $10-25 donation suggestion
November 23, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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davidrosenthalpoet.bsky.social
LESS THAN A MONTH AWAY

Join us for live literature, and help raise funds for @translifeline.org

It’s FREE and ONLINE so anyone can join from anywhere!

Info and registration at: beardedbardsofbluesky.weebly.com
Bearded Bards Of BlueSky Online reading to raise funds for Tans Lifeline. December 13, 2025 Featuring: Jared Beloff Barlow Adams Dan Murphy upfromsumdirt Gregory Crosby J-T Kelly https://beardedbardsofbluesky.weebly.com
November 17, 2025 at 12:32 AM
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en-gendered.bsky.social
"To cut
a coup, yes.

couper les points let us
bathe in the honey.
Let it crystallize in our veins."
- coups des corps, Chantae Bryant

engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
coups des corps Chantae Bryant Fat water colored bruises - chins slicked with spittle. Knobbed knuckles against cage bars. Eyes feast on a naked woman who looks like me- no like us. Unfettered, and skin slack around the thighs; reach out and touch her. Pressed bulging bellies against rusted iron. Tongues lapping at the seams pulled taught with virgin thread. couper. To cut, a coup, yes. couper les points let us bathe in the honey. Let it crystallize in our veins. Feast on the body and be sure to devour the womb first. This is consecration. The wine, the bread, the ovaries torn through white skin. Is it your mother who weeps? Gnashed jowls at the gate, the twist of a key. I have long heard the voice of God, I saw him once too. He is the empty form that emerges from my mouth to the phallus. He is the woman, who looks like you and me, call her by name. He is the womb warped and uglied. Threads long cast aside. Come inside and consume more beyond the eyes. Let us sully our bones and play pretend upon this fetid land. The cover of engendered autumn 2025 on a background of dark grey. On the cover is a heavily textured painting by Jude FireSong consisting of layers of colour, first daubed or smeared, and then speckled. Dominant are red, orange, yellow, light blue, and medium blue though purple, green, and pink also make an appearance. Beside and below the cover is the following text: 20 writers, poets, & artists “as I move through the world, people project images of bodies and faces they assign onto me that evoke in themselves desire, lust, joy, disgust, emotions I have no say over. Perceptions against my will. And those images stain my skin and reek. I'm forced every day to carry those stains” Thokozani Mbwana engenderedlitmag.com
November 22, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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en-gendered.bsky.social
"I lift my stomach, swipe above my pubic hair
fold back the flesh on the top of my thigh."
- Sudocrem, Charlotte Cosgrove

@charlottecosgrove.bsky.social
engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
Sudocrem Charlotte Cosgrove I sweep the white paste under my breast Heave the old things up Wipe with my index finger Crescent shapes Like a ghost’s smile or a strange tribe I lift my stomach, swipe above my pubic hair Fold back the flesh on the top of my thigh Like choux pastry, cream my groin. Does this disgust or concern you? Did I mention the mirror in the bathroom? The one I must stand in front of Facing myself. His and Hers Charlotte Cosgrove They slide their trays in for the same amount of time. Twelve cupcake cases lined up -  Neat, ready. They leave them in a bit longer  Now they know what they are doing. His come out fluffy, plump. Hers sag in the middle  The mixture has cooked crispy over the edges. She wore blue check with red shoes Charlotte Cosgrove Dorothy Gale’s clothes don’t match. Nobody told Dorothy: Your shoes don’t match your dress. Was your mother like mine? Did she ever tell you – If your underwear is losing thread  And you get ran over You’ll feel like you want to die.  Did you know they were going to cast A blonde girl? But it didn’t quite fit The look they were going for. The cover of engendered autumn 2025 on a background of dark grey. On the cover is a heavily textured painting by Jude FireSong consisting of layers of colour, first daubed or smeared, and then speckled. Dominant are red, orange, yellow, light blue, and medium blue though purple, green, and pink also make an appearance. Beside and below the cover is the following text: 20 writers, poets, & artists “as I move through the world, people project images of bodies and faces they assign onto me that evoke in themselves desire, lust, joy, disgust, emotions I have no say over. Perceptions against my will. And those images stain my skin and reek. I'm forced every day to carry those stains” Thokozani Mbwana
November 21, 2025 at 5:32 PM
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alocasiamag.bsky.social
ALOCASIA is honored to be holding two virtual readings to benefit the Western Alaska Relief Fund, to support Indigenous communities impacted by Typhoon Halong.

There is a suggested $10-25 donation.

We hope to see you there, and hope you'll spread the word!

Find out more: bit.ly/linkedhearts...
Presented by ALOCASIA & Friends LINKED HEARTS Virtual Poetry Readings IN SUPPORT OF THE WESTERN ALASKA DISASTER RELIEF FUND Night One: Nov 23rd 4 PM EST Featuring: Ruby Rogers Exodus O. Brownlow Nate Brown Divyasri Krishnan Adriana Del Rio Ariana Matondo Mauatua Fa'ara-Reynolds Sarah-Joy Milner Registration and Donation links at: bit.ly/linkedheartsregistration $10-25 donation suggestion Presented by ALOCASIA & Friends LINKED HEARTS Virtual Poetry Readings IN SUPPORT OF THE WESTERN ALASKA DISASTER RELIEF FUND Night Two: Nov 29th 4 PM EST Featuring: Temperance Aghamohammadi Divyasri Krishnan EMDASH Mauatua Fa'ara-Reynolds Ayling Zulema Dominguez Pte San Win Little Whiteman Registration and Donation links at: bit.ly/linkedheartsregistration $10-25 donation suggestion
November 17, 2025 at 10:43 PM
en-gendered.bsky.social
"To cut
a coup, yes.

couper les points let us
bathe in the honey.
Let it crystallize in our veins."
- coups des corps, Chantae Bryant

engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
coups des corps Chantae Bryant Fat water colored bruises - chins slicked with spittle. Knobbed knuckles against cage bars. Eyes feast on a naked woman who looks like me- no like us. Unfettered, and skin slack around the thighs; reach out and touch her. Pressed bulging bellies against rusted iron. Tongues lapping at the seams pulled taught with virgin thread. couper. To cut, a coup, yes. couper les points let us bathe in the honey. Let it crystallize in our veins. Feast on the body and be sure to devour the womb first. This is consecration. The wine, the bread, the ovaries torn through white skin. Is it your mother who weeps? Gnashed jowls at the gate, the twist of a key. I have long heard the voice of God, I saw him once too. He is the empty form that emerges from my mouth to the phallus. He is the woman, who looks like you and me, call her by name. He is the womb warped and uglied. Threads long cast aside. Come inside and consume more beyond the eyes. Let us sully our bones and play pretend upon this fetid land. The cover of engendered autumn 2025 on a background of dark grey. On the cover is a heavily textured painting by Jude FireSong consisting of layers of colour, first daubed or smeared, and then speckled. Dominant are red, orange, yellow, light blue, and medium blue though purple, green, and pink also make an appearance. Beside and below the cover is the following text: 20 writers, poets, & artists “as I move through the world, people project images of bodies and faces they assign onto me that evoke in themselves desire, lust, joy, disgust, emotions I have no say over. Perceptions against my will. And those images stain my skin and reek. I'm forced every day to carry those stains” Thokozani Mbwana engenderedlitmag.com
November 22, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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scarleteen.com
In a world where trans and nonbinary embodiment is defined as ideology rather than biology, how can we learn to trust our bodies and their internal messages of gender dysphoria⁠, instead of silencing them? This new series is here to give you some of these tools!
www.scarleteen.com/read/bodie...
Text in all-caps: "How to develop body trust when you're trans." Person with short hair and purple tank top smiling beside Scarleteen logo and tagline "Queer Sex Ed for All since 1998." Behind these, aqua background watermarked with words relevant to transgender rights and body trust as a trans person: "Body image, dysphoria, eating disorders, shame, social messaging, anti-trans policies, PDA, objectification, building trust, healing." Red text in all-caps: "It's essential". Below, aquamarine text in smaller font continues: "For anyone to know how to access life-saving self-help tools and resources when they are struggling with eating habits, body image, or dysphoria, especially because access to this care can be limited, particularly for trans folks. Ollie and Avery Kaplan wrote this series to do just that." Behind these, aqua background and Scarleteen logo and tagline "Queer Sex Ed for All since 1998" is on the bottom right.
July 20, 2025 at 2:00 PM
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traumbooks.bsky.social
🎇🎇Everyone, it's HAPPENING!!!🎇🎇 We are so incredibly thrilled to work with Never Angeline Nørth and have her be part of our palm-sized library! The unpredictably beautiful BLACK HOLE SCIENCE IS FILLED WITH APOLOGIES is now open for pre-order!
ITCH: tinyurl.com/mwwemk25
PAYHIP: payhip.com/b/hnqQw
A clipart-ish image of two children in a bedroom, staring out at a giant snake floating in space outside their window. Cover for Never Angeline North's poetry collection, BLACK HOLE SCIENCE IS FILLED WITH APOLOGIES. Cover designed by North. Book released by tRaum Books.
November 21, 2025 at 2:49 PM
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anmlymag.bsky.social
ANMLY is now open for new work!

We're especially seeking more from writers outside of the US, more nonfiction, & more translation!

> anmly.submittable.com

*Fee waivers available*

Check out our latest issue to see what we're into!

> anmly.org/ap41
ANMLY Submission Manager
**ANNOUNCEMENT: Fees will be waived for all Black and Indigenous writers, and writers of Palestinian descent, to support those most targeted by state violence. Email editor [at] anomalouspress [dot] o...
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November 21, 2025 at 2:41 PM
en-gendered.bsky.social
"I lift my stomach, swipe above my pubic hair
fold back the flesh on the top of my thigh."
- Sudocrem, Charlotte Cosgrove

@charlottecosgrove.bsky.social
engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
Sudocrem Charlotte Cosgrove I sweep the white paste under my breast Heave the old things up Wipe with my index finger Crescent shapes Like a ghost’s smile or a strange tribe I lift my stomach, swipe above my pubic hair Fold back the flesh on the top of my thigh Like choux pastry, cream my groin. Does this disgust or concern you? Did I mention the mirror in the bathroom? The one I must stand in front of Facing myself. His and Hers Charlotte Cosgrove They slide their trays in for the same amount of time. Twelve cupcake cases lined up -  Neat, ready. They leave them in a bit longer  Now they know what they are doing. His come out fluffy, plump. Hers sag in the middle  The mixture has cooked crispy over the edges. She wore blue check with red shoes Charlotte Cosgrove Dorothy Gale’s clothes don’t match. Nobody told Dorothy: Your shoes don’t match your dress. Was your mother like mine? Did she ever tell you – If your underwear is losing thread  And you get ran over You’ll feel like you want to die.  Did you know they were going to cast A blonde girl? But it didn’t quite fit The look they were going for. The cover of engendered autumn 2025 on a background of dark grey. On the cover is a heavily textured painting by Jude FireSong consisting of layers of colour, first daubed or smeared, and then speckled. Dominant are red, orange, yellow, light blue, and medium blue though purple, green, and pink also make an appearance. Beside and below the cover is the following text: 20 writers, poets, & artists “as I move through the world, people project images of bodies and faces they assign onto me that evoke in themselves desire, lust, joy, disgust, emotions I have no say over. Perceptions against my will. And those images stain my skin and reek. I'm forced every day to carry those stains” Thokozani Mbwana
November 21, 2025 at 5:32 PM
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en-gendered.bsky.social
"Maybe the clay was fired too soon..."

'Terracotta women' & 'Ain't I' by Ali
engenderedlitmag.com
Terracotta Woman Ali Something has gone wrong. Maybe the clay was fired too soon, Maybe the muscles weren’t entirely moulded to the cast Maybe the sculptor missed the spot between my thighs. Ain’t I? Ali Wrapped inside myself I may finally feel home, Skin skin skin which is mine mine mine. If the ship of Theseus wasn’t built in a day, Let me wake up with splinters in my hands steadily building the muscles around hope. When the nausea subsides I’ll wish for violin hips around which love wraps like a skirt. Lest they see how my hairline tapers, lest they know I’ve no clue how to even use a tampon. Tonight empiricism comes home with me, lying in bed my clitoris feels phallic. The cover of engendered autumn 2025 on a background of dark grey. On the cover is a heavily textured painting by Jude FireSong consisting of layers of colour, first daubed or smeared, and then speckled. Dominant are red, orange, yellow, light blue, and medium blue though purple, green, and pink also make an appearance. Beside and below the cover is the following text: 20 writers, poets, & artists “as I move through the world, people project images of bodies and faces they assign onto me that evoke in themselves desire, lust, joy, disgust, emotions I have no say over. Perceptions against my will. And those images stain my skin and reek. I'm forced every day to carry those stains” Thokozani Mbwana
November 20, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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kithbooks.bsky.social
you won't have to remember us if you fight for us now
November 20, 2025 at 6:16 PM
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anmlymag.bsky.social
"my autistic demi-polycule where no one is normal, my two
autistic DJs spinning and all my autistic friends
I blow out my autistic double coconut birthday cake
with my autistic masked face, I write this autistic poem the next day"

—Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

anmly.org/ap41/leah-la...
Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha – ANMLY
anmly.org
November 20, 2025 at 12:52 PM
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beestung.bsky.social
Being here for the duration & doing the dishes. Altar rails & touching up mullets. Disastrous atrophy & boba tea. Setting our fields ablaze.

beestung #25 is here!

www.beestungmag.com
Floral and honey yellow background. Text that reads beestung issue #25. "They made me and dissected me and sold me for ¥68 a ticket to college girls who all come with best friends and cups of boba tea." —Yufan Lu
November 20, 2025 at 3:01 PM
en-gendered.bsky.social
"Maybe the clay was fired too soon..."

'Terracotta women' & 'Ain't I' by Ali
engenderedlitmag.com
Terracotta Woman Ali Something has gone wrong. Maybe the clay was fired too soon, Maybe the muscles weren’t entirely moulded to the cast Maybe the sculptor missed the spot between my thighs. Ain’t I? Ali Wrapped inside myself I may finally feel home, Skin skin skin which is mine mine mine. If the ship of Theseus wasn’t built in a day, Let me wake up with splinters in my hands steadily building the muscles around hope. When the nausea subsides I’ll wish for violin hips around which love wraps like a skirt. Lest they see how my hairline tapers, lest they know I’ve no clue how to even use a tampon. Tonight empiricism comes home with me, lying in bed my clitoris feels phallic. The cover of engendered autumn 2025 on a background of dark grey. On the cover is a heavily textured painting by Jude FireSong consisting of layers of colour, first daubed or smeared, and then speckled. Dominant are red, orange, yellow, light blue, and medium blue though purple, green, and pink also make an appearance. Beside and below the cover is the following text: 20 writers, poets, & artists “as I move through the world, people project images of bodies and faces they assign onto me that evoke in themselves desire, lust, joy, disgust, emotions I have no say over. Perceptions against my will. And those images stain my skin and reek. I'm forced every day to carry those stains” Thokozani Mbwana
November 20, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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fklein907.bsky.social
My piece is a burning haibun, a form invented by torrin a greathouse, which takes a piece of original proses and whittles it down. Here's a little taste of the prose portion:
only child a burning haibun with thanks to torrin a greathouse the cashier at the liquor store thinks/I have a brother my exact/height and weight/with my exact haircut/he thinks my brother and I share/green eyes that tilt down/at the corners when we smile/that to smile at each other/would be like an only child/smiling into a mirror/my brother has skin free of makeup/hair free of product/my brother only shops/on weekends/in a boxy carhartt jacket under which/the cashier can imagine/firm biceps/defined deltoids/I shop the occasional weekday dinner rush/in slacks and blouses and just enough/makeup to avoid being asked if I am sick/I understand now/ how clark kent felt like a new/man in a tie and glasses/when my brother is in the store the cashier is/alight/attentive/has commentary on his love/of seasonal ipas/his desire/to sample local breweries/when my brother is in the store he receives unwavering/attention/the cashier wants to know/how the team is doing/if my brother has seen the movie at the local theater/if he would like to/when I am in the store/the cashier wants to know/where my brother is
November 18, 2025 at 4:08 PM
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fklein907.bsky.social
I'm excited to have a piece in the autumn issue of en*gendered litmag (a @kithbooks.bsky.social project)

You can see my piece, along with all of the other stellar work, here: www.engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
autumn 2025 — en*gendered
www.engenderedlitmag.com
November 18, 2025 at 4:04 PM
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foglifterpress.bsky.social
🌵 🤠 Saddle up! Issue 10.2 is on its way! Check out for our first round of poetry sneak peeks!

💝Special thanks to our amazing poetry editors for bringing these gems to Issue 10.2: Summer Farah (Guest Editor), Rob Macaisa Colgate, Luiza Flynn-Goodlett, Gabrielle Grace Hogan, and Charlie Neer.
Cover of Foglifter Journal featuring two male cowboys embracing, wearing blue jean jackets, pink scarves, and white cowboys hats. Text reads, "Poetry Sneak Peeks from Volume 10, Issue 2." Art by Anthony Hurd.
November 20, 2025 at 12:47 AM
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traumbooks.bsky.social
"Gruesome and perverse," one reviewer says. Really happy to see ppl grabbing some physical copies of EUSECT this month, as its really pretty. (gross). 🔪❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️
traumbooks.com/eusect/

📚by @hypetaph.bsky.social
🎨by @seraphim777s.bsky.social
Interior of C.L. Methvin's EUSECT. Collage art by Florian Fauna. Cover for C.L. Methvin's horror collection, EUSECT. The inside of a dog's mouth. Predominant colors are flesh, bone, and pus color. Gouache painting by Dusty Ray. Book published by tRaum Books.
November 13, 2025 at 10:39 AM
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en-gendered.bsky.social
The Wish is the Approachable Secret
Jessica Swanson

engenderedlitmag.com
The Wish is the Approachable Secret. Jessica Swanson Suppose we return to April momentarily. Suppose I do not offer the challenge of “We’ll figure it out.” Suppose I do not shake in your arms. Suppose your heartbeat is something other than erratic beneath my palm. Suppose neither of us are nervous. Suppose we do not teeter on the edge of casual. Suppose we lay proper ground rules. Suppose it’s far too late now. Suppose we return to some night in the months before the present. I will not tell you which. They all bleed into each other, but the outcome is always the same. I am left staring after a weak hug, a mumbled promise, a closed door. Even in dreams, you leave me. Suppose I am terribly romantic about it all just the same because there are times when you forget yourself and press your face into my neck or absentmindedly brush the hair from my eyes. Times when you gently trace your fingers down my back and I like to imagine that these are the touches that you reserve for the ones you truly love: slow and devastatingly soft. Suppose I do this to myself when I wish for nothing more than the opportunity to follow the gleam of sunlight across your skin one Saturday morning. Suppose I say, “I understand,” even as I fail to pinpoint exactly why neither of us are honest. Suppose the outcome changes. Suppose I do not tangle my fingers into your hair out of desperate affection. Instead, it is done with the intent to keep you close Suppose after all our pleasantries, you unlock the door, press the key back into my hand and say, “I don’t have to go home. I will stay.” Suppose I do not curl into a ball on the bed and cry. Suppose I do not rationalize my feelings away. Suppose I do not cry. Suppose I did not cry. Suppose you handed back my key. Suppose you stayed. Suppose you stay. Suppose we talk about what we are truly doing to one another. Suppose we have expectations, and we address them in turn. Suppose I check your boxes—however hypothetical. Suppose I look good on paper. Suppose you write something down so I don’t have to do it for you. Suppose I ask you to keep my key. Suppose I get you your own. Suppose these are the things we meant to do from the beginning. Suppose you understand. Suppose you feel the same. The cover of engendered autumn 2025 on a background of dark grey. On the cover is a heavily textured painting by Jude FireSong consisting of layers of colour, first daubed or smeared, and then speckled. Dominant are red, orange, yellow, light blue, and medium blue though purple, green, and pink also make an appearance. Beside and below the cover is the following text: 20 writers, poets, & artists “as I move through the world, people project images of bodies and faces they assign onto me that evoke in themselves desire, lust, joy, disgust, emotions I have no say over. Perceptions against my will. And those images stain my skin and reek. I'm forced every day to carry those stains” Thokozani Mbwana
November 19, 2025 at 3:09 PM
en-gendered.bsky.social
The Wish is the Approachable Secret
Jessica Swanson

engenderedlitmag.com
The Wish is the Approachable Secret. Jessica Swanson Suppose we return to April momentarily. Suppose I do not offer the challenge of “We’ll figure it out.” Suppose I do not shake in your arms. Suppose your heartbeat is something other than erratic beneath my palm. Suppose neither of us are nervous. Suppose we do not teeter on the edge of casual. Suppose we lay proper ground rules. Suppose it’s far too late now. Suppose we return to some night in the months before the present. I will not tell you which. They all bleed into each other, but the outcome is always the same. I am left staring after a weak hug, a mumbled promise, a closed door. Even in dreams, you leave me. Suppose I am terribly romantic about it all just the same because there are times when you forget yourself and press your face into my neck or absentmindedly brush the hair from my eyes. Times when you gently trace your fingers down my back and I like to imagine that these are the touches that you reserve for the ones you truly love: slow and devastatingly soft. Suppose I do this to myself when I wish for nothing more than the opportunity to follow the gleam of sunlight across your skin one Saturday morning. Suppose I say, “I understand,” even as I fail to pinpoint exactly why neither of us are honest. Suppose the outcome changes. Suppose I do not tangle my fingers into your hair out of desperate affection. Instead, it is done with the intent to keep you close Suppose after all our pleasantries, you unlock the door, press the key back into my hand and say, “I don’t have to go home. I will stay.” Suppose I do not curl into a ball on the bed and cry. Suppose I do not rationalize my feelings away. Suppose I do not cry. Suppose I did not cry. Suppose you handed back my key. Suppose you stayed. Suppose you stay. Suppose we talk about what we are truly doing to one another. Suppose we have expectations, and we address them in turn. Suppose I check your boxes—however hypothetical. Suppose I look good on paper. Suppose you write something down so I don’t have to do it for you. Suppose I ask you to keep my key. Suppose I get you your own. Suppose these are the things we meant to do from the beginning. Suppose you understand. Suppose you feel the same. The cover of engendered autumn 2025 on a background of dark grey. On the cover is a heavily textured painting by Jude FireSong consisting of layers of colour, first daubed or smeared, and then speckled. Dominant are red, orange, yellow, light blue, and medium blue though purple, green, and pink also make an appearance. Beside and below the cover is the following text: 20 writers, poets, & artists “as I move through the world, people project images of bodies and faces they assign onto me that evoke in themselves desire, lust, joy, disgust, emotions I have no say over. Perceptions against my will. And those images stain my skin and reek. I'm forced every day to carry those stains” Thokozani Mbwana
November 19, 2025 at 3:09 PM
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en-gendered.bsky.social
are we feeling en*gendered on this beautiful Tuesday?

autumn 2025 is live and ready for your perusal.
poems and essays, collages and paintings, batman and birthing, what more could you ask?

engenderedlitmag.com
The cover of engendered autumn 2025 on a background of dark grey. On the cover is a heavily textured painting by Jude FireSong consisting of layers of colour, first daubed or smeared, and then speckled. Dominant are red, orange, yellow, light blue, and medium blue though purple, green, and pink also make an appearance. Beside and below the cover is the following text: 20 writers, poets, & artists “as I move through the world, people project images of bodies and faces they assign onto me that evoke in themselves desire, lust, joy, disgust, emotions I have no say over. Perceptions against my will. And those images stain my skin and reek. I'm forced every day to carry those stains” - Thokozani Mbwana
November 18, 2025 at 2:55 PM
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kithbooks.bsky.social
Twitter keeps putting warnings on these posts and i can only assume it's because the title's so awesome and they reeealy want me to know how much they love trans femme books. me too, guys, me too!
kithbooks.bsky.social kith books @kithbooks.bsky.social · 7d
FEMMEDOM GANGBANG EROTICA
by Esmeralda Quick

Dirty and funny and furious, these poems are viscerally feminine—blood wetted and hungry—in search of a promise they’ll ever be full.

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FEMMEDOM GANGBANG EROTICA poems by Esmeralda Quick cover image: A black and white x-ray of paperclips colourized so that the paperclips are pink, green, orange, black, and blue on a background of static pure violence it’s kind of a fuckass move to put a word like “solipsistic” or “anathema” in a poem then talk about “accessibility,” but i keep doing it. one of the biggest arguments i’m always having with myself is: are people generally intelligent and easily tricked, or are they idiots who do things on purpose. on one hand i think people should trust each other and, on the other hand, i never let my laptop leave my sight. sometimes it sleeps in my bed. watching instagram softcore porn in the back of the captain america screening inspired me to write a poem calling bullshit on how sex has different moral rules. i fucking hate how easily people seem to support whatever way the wind is blowing. the poem says that criminalizing queerness and sex work only concentrates violence, is just another way to condemn sex as inappropriate and sinful. to simplify my argument i’ll say i’m a trans woman, which makes me extra-scared to put my neck out like this, but god knows cis people won’t. topographic map of my thumb topographic map of my thumb, save me. we were never bisexual. we just said we liked back shots and lounged around playing with our nipple tattoos. we just read rimjob poems at the work christmas party then after fucked nasty in the boss’s wife’s walk in closet. but nasty in a safe, non-bisexual way. nasty in a quick and sensible liberal-faggots-fucking- in-their-boss’s-wife’s-closet way, with prep but also with condoms, no peri-libidinal naked frotting between our pack’n’play penises. squirt and blood and cum dried in the ridges of our fingerprints.
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The cover of engendered autumn 2025 on a background of dark grey. On the cover is a heavily textured painting by Jude FireSong consisting of layers of colour, first daubed or smeared, and then speckled. Dominant are red, orange, yellow, light blue, and medium blue though purple, green, and pink also make an appearance. Beside and below the cover is the following text: 20 writers, poets, & artists “as I move through the world, people project images of bodies and faces they assign onto me that evoke in themselves desire, lust, joy, disgust, emotions I have no say over. Perceptions against my will. And those images stain my skin and reek. I'm forced every day to carry those stains” Thokozani Mbwana engenderedlitmag.com A heavily textured painting consisting of layers of colour, first daubed or smeared, and then speckled. Dominant are red, orange, yellow, light blue, and medium blue though purple, green, and pink also make an appearance. “as I move through the world, people project images of bodies and faces they assign onto me that evoke in themselves desire, lust, joy, disgust, emotions I have no say over. Perceptions against my will. And those images stain my skin and reek. I'm forced every day to carry those stains” Thokozani Mbwana
November 18, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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November 12, 2025 at 5:13 PM