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en•gendered @en-gendered.bsky.social · 24d
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?

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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
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Pre-orders are now available for Burns, the debut full-length poetry collection by SG Huerta! Save $6 off the cover price when you pre-order now! sundress-publications.square.site/product/burn...
This book is all of the things I love in one: honest about the mess of living, dexterous like any book of poems should be. I read and reread to be reminded of what matters: these words, this earth, our recollection of it. -KB Brookins
December 11, 2025 at 3:25 PM
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"It seems to me like every good butch
has a fuck-ass haircut.
The blunt bob, bowl cut, wolf-cut, shag—
They’re not trends—
they’re lineage.
Call it a queer family crest—
shaved in the back alley by your ex."
- Meg Mellor, Raise

engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
Raise Meg Mellor Image one of two I wear my mullet like a laurel crown. My badge of honour, a symbol of triumph, It’s the flag I fly when I walk into a bar, the kind of place that still smells like American Marlboros and bleach— the jukebox playing Springsteen and Sins. It seems to me like every good butch has a fuck-ass haircut. The blunt bob, bowl cut, wolf-cut, shag— They’re not trends— they’re lineage. Call it a queer family crest— shaved in the back alley by your ex. Dull clippers, & half a cigarette burning on the window ledge. This is inheritance. This is culture. Let them gawk. They don’t know what it’s like to run callused hands along marble sculptures, each cut given with the cunt factor in mind. I wear my mullet like a laurel crown. That dyke regalia hangs from my head like a flag shared between the scumbag confederates and the simple sapphics. Image two of two and she pulls it off like it’s foreplay, holds it in her calloused hands like something holy— and sets it on the nightstand, next to a fish-shaped pocket knife. Stone top? Sure— But I’m not Indescribable/Untouchable/Invincible. My haircut clocks me as a queer, A diesel dyke, A “cute butch” Fingers find a hold in my lineage: my holes, my mind, my mulleted hair. I wear them like a crown of thorns. My girl’s voice cracks in my mouth like communion. And I kneel. I kneel, like I never did for any man. Sure— Call it: “performance” Get fucked, Butler. 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
December 11, 2025 at 6:15 PM
en-gendered.bsky.social
"Call me boy-dyke, fag, she-he, they/it, “transtrender”
—Wrong.
I’ll bedazzle every name on my leather.
I don’t run
for anyone—
but me."
- Meg Mellor, Baby

engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
Baby, Meg Mellor first of two images I was born sprinting. I bled through every mile of this gender. Call me deviant. Call me boy-dyke, fag, she-he, they/it, “transtrender” —Wrong. I’ll bedazzle every name on my leather. I don’t run for anyone— but me. Not for the crowd, not for the finish line— I run for that anger inside, That beast, The hunger that never quits. For the teenage-self that craved locker-room smirks, and girl-forsaken grit. I run because the fire in me won’t go out. I’m full of want, & rage & something feral You couldn’t name if I bent you over, and spelled it across your back in bite marks. Something that only post-nut clarity could bring second of two images a queer out-of-the-closet. I run because every “sir” or “ma’am” is a muzzle. I learned to bite back in syllables that split lips— mine and theirs. I broke through the stained-glass cage and left the comfort of conformity—heteronormativity. I fought my way out with bloodied hands and beamed at the splinters gripped by my fists like trophies. I run because I am the animal You tried to leash. 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
December 10, 2025 at 10:01 PM
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HIT LIKE A GIRL. MAKE A FIST AND PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER. PULL EVERY BONE IN YOUR HAND—ALL THE TENDER PART, THE DELICATE INSTRUMENT, THE HARD STRUCTURE [....] THE WEIGHT OF YOUR HEART IS IN YOUR HAND.
- Ireisha Anindya, HIT LIKE A GIRL

engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
HIT LIKE A GIRL. MAKE A FIST AND PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER. PULL EVERY BONE IN YOUR HAND—ALL THE TENDER PART, THE DELICATE INSTRUMENT, THE HARD STRUCTURE. FOLD YOUR FINGERS AS YOU EXTEND YOUR HAND, AND PUT YOUR THUMB OVER THOSE FOLDED FINGERS. THE WEIGHT OF YOUR HEART IS IN YOUR HAND. RAISE IT ABOVE THE SLEEVE WHERE YOU WEAR YOUR HEART AS SOMETHING MORE THAN A FASHION STATEMENT. RAISE IT TO YOUR CHIN THAT IS RAISED AGAINST THE AUDACITY, THAT IS RAISED AGAINST THIS INJUSTICE! MOVE YOUR FIST WITH YOUR ENTIRE BODY AND STRIKE WITH YOUR MIGHT. LET THE WEIGHT OF THIS HEART REACH THOSE STANDING IN YOUR WAY. YOU ARE HERE TO MAKE AN IMPACT. - Ireisha Anindya
December 8, 2025 at 4:38 PM
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en-gendered.bsky.social
"all of these
organs and nerves working
outside the timeline: the
working hours, dictated for
the sake of someone else’s
wealth"
- the (mis)use of broken things, Ireisha Anindya

engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
the (mis)use of broken things. Ireisha Anindya broken — like a shard of glass that cut deep into the skin — the surface of your self, the exterior that hides blood and flesh — the weaknesses, the tender part, all of these organs and nerves working outside the timeline: the working hours, dictated for the sake of someone else’s wealth — a hill to die for. the gaping chasm that is society is a risk that might kill you might kill me might kill all of us. 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
December 9, 2025 at 4:55 PM
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sarahclark.bsky.social
Sundress Publications (@sundresspub.bsky.social) is open for submissions for microgrant applications from Palestinian writers with a chapbook or full-length book in progress. Projects of all genres are welcome. Learn more and apply by December 31, 2025:

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Olives. Microgrant for Palestinian Writers. Any genre, no fee. $500, one-week residency, potential publication. Apply by December 31st, 2025. Sundress Publications.com
December 9, 2025 at 9:04 PM
en-gendered.bsky.social
"all of these
organs and nerves working
outside the timeline: the
working hours, dictated for
the sake of someone else’s
wealth"
- the (mis)use of broken things, Ireisha Anindya

engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
the (mis)use of broken things. Ireisha Anindya broken — like a shard of glass that cut deep into the skin — the surface of your self, the exterior that hides blood and flesh — the weaknesses, the tender part, all of these organs and nerves working outside the timeline: the working hours, dictated for the sake of someone else’s wealth — a hill to die for. the gaping chasm that is society is a risk that might kill you might kill me might kill all of us. 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
December 9, 2025 at 4:55 PM
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kithbooks.bsky.social
a trans (book) for all seasons
kithbooks.com

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the covers of the following four books with text reading defiance, evolution, good love, & healing all seasons are trans with gasoline nat raum a pink and black Molotov cocktail on a background of blue with white text SWARM NDR two wasps and a paper wasp nest sketched in black on mustard yellow LIKE BLOOD ON A DOG'S TEETH NIVIK a photo of a person in profile in their dog hood. their eyes are scribbled over and now bear the title FEMMEDOM GANGBANG EROTICA Esmeralda Quick a colourirzed image of xray-ed paperclips with the title in an all caps white font in bold kithbooks.com
December 8, 2025 at 11:34 PM
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Brave and unflinching, Like Blood on a Dog's Teeth comes gracious & asking; From youth to adulthood, from lost pup to collared, Nivik reflects on bright lights and rough loves, the selfhood of aging, & all that it costs.
@nivikthejackal.bsky.social

Pre-orders are OPEN
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The cover image, a charcoal and nearly white pale green photo of a person in profile in their pup hood. Their eyes are obscured by a scribble of the background colour over which the title is written in red, is accompanied by the following text LIKE BLOOD ON A DOG’S TEETH NIVIK January 21st, 2026 kithbooks.com “i want to feel you with alien skin just to touch the newness and strangeness of your flesh until i again know it for its sensitivity under this layer of warmth.” - Latex like blood on a dog's teeth i love like a dog with blood on their teeth caught up in the immediacy of the scent, singularly focused and ever pursuing eyes dilated, wracked with frenzy, possession, instinct, insatiable. i am a dog in pursuit baying and howling, consumed by my quarry, the trumpet beckoning me on to settle the hunt and feast i am a starving dog following the trace of you. finally locked in my jaws i gorge and gratify. Drone (love in a gas mask) there is perfection in unblemished latex skin a mask that reflects the viewer in eyes that are closed knowing only your warm touch magnified and heightened to guide me. There is transfiguration in a creature relying on exclusively on your command to guide and position me. To be an empty shell where words like 'I' escape meaning. To respond to the pulls at my collar. To be an object at your disposal. To be the thing you use and direct. To have no will but yours. An emptiness and silence punctuated by breaths through a gas mask and what moans you command me make. Breathe life into my vents and filters and play god a while. gentle i wish to live a quiet life stirred only by a gentle breeze that tickles wind-chimes in dulcet expressions and calls me to prayer yet here the gentility we build is surrounded by smoke and fangs and the roars of the bloodthirsty the peace i have this gentility i wish: the bloodthirsty remind you you only have this world because the wolves haven't come for you yet. they tolerate you for a while. in this shrinking, gentle world that hasn't yet turned to ash the desolate feeling (ever closer to the brink) that we must be quieter unhurried reasoning with those with bloodstained fangs in the hope they pass over our houses— (perhaps our bones and sinew are not yet offensive enough to warrant them gouging us.) i say to you these wolves will feast on us all— we must defend the last of this fragile world from these forests of ash and glinting teeth. we must defend our gentle peace our quiet and felicitous solitude by sharpening our teeth to meet the monsters' own. when the howls of the bloodthirsty are extinguished we can have our quiet peace again. On a background of pale green is the muzzle of a person in pup hood and the following text LIKE BLOOD ON A DOG’S TEETH NIVIK January 21st, 2026 kithbooks.com No one teaches us how to age gracefully in the queer community; Nivik does the best job of it I've seen thus far. Their poems are elegaic exposés on an utterly new queer condition: what it's like to have loved and lost, to have danced until you're no longer the pretty young thing in the middle of the rave, to have had raw, unbridled intimacy in an age where the only epidemic people are worried about doesn't have to do with your sexuality. The animal imagery throughout, often classical, often beat, tells the tale of a dog who is lost and abandoned, found again, found again, and still possessing an immense, inane appetite. And whether you're a pup or a furry, a kinkster or a prude, a dom daddy or a sadistic sub, Nivik's poems are a dog unto themselves: they'll go for your throat, and you won't know until you're done whether their bite is one of love or of hunger. Or maybe they're both the same -Thurston Howl, Fenris Publishing
December 8, 2025 at 10:40 PM
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en-gendered.bsky.social
"in this land
of ravens & magpies
dolls & medusas
experimental hair
& indeterminate
beautifully fluid
performative gender
I feel at home
as I do in my new
hard-won skin"
- Jude FireSong, Supernova

@fabulousphoenixboy.bsky.social
engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
The Majestical Roof, Fretted with Golden Fire - Dyptic A Jude FireSong 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. The Majestical Roof, Fretted with Golden Fire - Dyptic B Jude FireSong 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. Supernova — a trans birthday poem Jude FireSong siamo tutti bellissimi in body & perizomino con parrucche blu exploding like a 3yo star in a Black Hole bathed in flashing lights awash in zombie robot rhythm that makes handwriting hard and verb conjugation harder this music sounds like I feel the scream of the pain of existence I don’t think I’ve ever felt so free to be silly or dramatic — like my lashes in this land of ravens & magpies dolls & medusas experimental hair & indeterminate beautifully fluid performative gender I feel at home as I do in my new hard-won skin we are all gorgeous in bodysuits & tiny thongs with blue wigs lunghe trecce bionde acconciature tubolari come spire serpentine di una mitologia cyberpunk tutti truccati borchiati laccati fino ai denti un’alternativa aliena all’alienazione sociale. long blonde braids tubular hairstyles like the serpentine spires of a cyberpunk mythology all made up studded hairsprayed to the teeth an alien alternative to social alienation.
December 6, 2025 at 4:35 PM
en-gendered.bsky.social
HIT LIKE A GIRL. MAKE A FIST AND PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER. PULL EVERY BONE IN YOUR HAND—ALL THE TENDER PART, THE DELICATE INSTRUMENT, THE HARD STRUCTURE [....] THE WEIGHT OF YOUR HEART IS IN YOUR HAND.
- Ireisha Anindya, HIT LIKE A GIRL

engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
HIT LIKE A GIRL. MAKE A FIST AND PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER. PULL EVERY BONE IN YOUR HAND—ALL THE TENDER PART, THE DELICATE INSTRUMENT, THE HARD STRUCTURE. FOLD YOUR FINGERS AS YOU EXTEND YOUR HAND, AND PUT YOUR THUMB OVER THOSE FOLDED FINGERS. THE WEIGHT OF YOUR HEART IS IN YOUR HAND. RAISE IT ABOVE THE SLEEVE WHERE YOU WEAR YOUR HEART AS SOMETHING MORE THAN A FASHION STATEMENT. RAISE IT TO YOUR CHIN THAT IS RAISED AGAINST THE AUDACITY, THAT IS RAISED AGAINST THIS INJUSTICE! MOVE YOUR FIST WITH YOUR ENTIRE BODY AND STRIKE WITH YOUR MIGHT. LET THE WEIGHT OF THIS HEART REACH THOSE STANDING IN YOUR WAY. YOU ARE HERE TO MAKE AN IMPACT. - Ireisha Anindya
December 8, 2025 at 4:38 PM
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lilacperil.bsky.social
SUBMISSIONS ARE OPEN, BABY

Lilac Peril Issue 02: IDOLS

Send work to [email protected] until February 7

Expected pub: late 2026
A graphic with a bright pink background and a picture of Candy Darling. The text reads: Lilac Peril Issue 02: Idols. Call for submissions, open until February 7. All genres welcome. Fiction, essays, poetry.
December 7, 2025 at 6:44 PM
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le-transexual.bsky.social
i think all my author copies of FEMMEDOM GANGBANG EROTICA are spoken for but you still have time to grab a copy for the trans people in your life! (and the cis ones too) from @kithbooks.bsky.social www.kithbooks.com/shop/p/femme...
kith in print
Herein lies the tension of FEMMEDOM GANGBANG EROTICA: all the ‘right’ things feel awful and the fun ones have a tendency to leave a bad taste. Quick calls up ex friends and exes and fine tooths the fa...
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December 7, 2025 at 9:25 PM
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thetransfemininereview.com
It's my pleasure to announce the Longlist for Best Transfeminine Fiction in the 2025 TFR Reader's Choice Awards!

This year, TFR recognizes 14 titles from every genre and section of the industry 🩷

Thank you to everyone who voted early to craft this list! Voting ends December 26th at 11:59 PM EST.
The 2025 Longlist for Best Transfeminine Fiction (TFR Awards)
Thirteen early contenders for the best transfeminine novel of 2025. Voting is open until December 26th at 11:59 PM EST.
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December 7, 2025 at 9:34 PM
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The Longlist for Best Fiction comes out tomorrow! There are still books hovering right beneath the eligibility threshold, so make sure to vote now if you want to help build the list 👀
thetransfemininereview.com The Transfeminine Review @thetransfemininereview.com · 11d
For our second year, I'm proud to present the TFR Reader's Choice Awards, the only literary awards where YOU can vote for your favorite transfeminine books of 2025 🩷

Voting is open right now! The voting period will last until December 26th, 2025 at 11:59 PM, so don't forget to cast your ballot.
Vote for the 2025 TFR Reader’s Choice Awards!
Voting is open now for the 2025 TFR Reader’s Choice Awards! Vote by Dec. 26th.
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December 7, 2025 at 2:11 AM
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davidrosenthalpoet.bsky.social
SATURDAY!!!!
Just look at that lineup!!!!

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

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

REGISTER NOW 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
December 7, 2025 at 3:33 PM
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en-gendered.bsky.social
"my ribs cannot fashion
what is made of me.
She’s all I could have done,
all I could have been."
- Jaeden Lyttle, pen name

engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
pen name Jaeden Lyttle She billows beneath me, and I know she can see where it is that I ache. I carve out the gentle slopes to her body, how soft her skin does feel. Pry open the maw, feel the heat. What makes a man out of her, out of me? I upturn heaps of dead earth, finger the worth until I find it there, that family name. What binds her to me? My memory is but a gun, and so it goes that I am none but ravaged when the barrel aims for her, at the cusps. Take me for what I am, and find something of hers to love. There is no harm in trying. She is only love, sorely loved. It is sprouting from our hips as a fungus, I am parasitic. The world is a revolver to which I yield to, demean myself to, and when the trigger finds the buds of me I respond only in lethargy. The love of me, I spend and I spend. She is everything to me. I reach for her, and she reaches right back Is this where we meet? Where is it that we can lead? Make me into more than just your host. I’ll follow your ghost, the breadth of your life but my ribs cannot fashion what is made of me. She’s all I could have done, all I could have been. I wish I had known her differently. Enunciate my name slowly. 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
December 5, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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radicalcatalyst.bsky.social
IT'S FINALLY HERE!
Radical Catalyst issue 1.2 — "Autonomy" — is officially out! We want to thank everyone who contributed to this issue, and to all of you for supporting our mission!
You can read this issue for free on our website: radicalcatalystjournal.org/issue1_2.html
Radical Catalyst
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December 5, 2025 at 11:44 PM
en-gendered.bsky.social
"in this land
of ravens & magpies
dolls & medusas
experimental hair
& indeterminate
beautifully fluid
performative gender
I feel at home
as I do in my new
hard-won skin"
- Jude FireSong, Supernova

@fabulousphoenixboy.bsky.social
engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
The Majestical Roof, Fretted with Golden Fire - Dyptic A Jude FireSong 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. The Majestical Roof, Fretted with Golden Fire - Dyptic B Jude FireSong 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. Supernova — a trans birthday poem Jude FireSong siamo tutti bellissimi in body & perizomino con parrucche blu exploding like a 3yo star in a Black Hole bathed in flashing lights awash in zombie robot rhythm that makes handwriting hard and verb conjugation harder this music sounds like I feel the scream of the pain of existence I don’t think I’ve ever felt so free to be silly or dramatic — like my lashes in this land of ravens & magpies dolls & medusas experimental hair & indeterminate beautifully fluid performative gender I feel at home as I do in my new hard-won skin we are all gorgeous in bodysuits & tiny thongs with blue wigs lunghe trecce bionde acconciature tubolari come spire serpentine di una mitologia cyberpunk tutti truccati borchiati laccati fino ai denti un’alternativa aliena all’alienazione sociale. long blonde braids tubular hairstyles like the serpentine spires of a cyberpunk mythology all made up studded hairsprayed to the teeth an alien alternative to social alienation.
December 6, 2025 at 4:35 PM
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en-gendered.bsky.social
"Frozen
water of the womb keeping
us still and unmoving.

There is no need
to leave this place
and begin."
- Winter in the Womb, Chantae Bryant

engenderedlitmag.com
Winter in the Womb Chantae Bryant Incandescent pearls lacerated across my vision, I cannot see the snow covered world holding time between its plaque-less teeth. The days placated between grooved gums. Frozen water of the womb keeping us still and unmoving. There is no need to leave this place and begin. Lost Waters Chantae Bryant I was the early breach body on a winter's day in February when the earth still grew cold. Amethyst slicked roads, ice around the edges turning skin blue black Pulp rubies bursting with blood. Not yet healed cesarean wounds. My mother forgot my name under Bupivacaine haze. My tongue, language warped and ancestral bones cracking. In the dark waters of a mother's body that held the answer to a question not yet formed. 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 23, 2025 at 2:28 PM
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"there are tears of joy and
smiles that scream sadness.
there is no contradiction
quite like the two of us."
- kathryn dooley, mother

engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
mother kathryn dooley there are tears of joy and smiles that scream sadness. there is no contradiction quite like the two of us. boughs are beginning to break off wavering willows outside. a tire swing is bending its branch, the whole tree collapsing under the great weight of nothing. first, a can of soup rolls off the sidewalk then cereal boxes spill, produce wilts at the touch of the blazing concrete. knelt between the fallen groceries, a salty cascade of emotions spilling, too and reflected in the pool is you. tears have been waiting her whole life. you have no idea, i wanted you to mean so much to me. 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
December 4, 2025 at 8:07 PM
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What a perfect lil poem 💙
beestung.bsky.social beestung @beestung.bsky.social · 7d
"Sharing my little, teal hormone tablets
with the trans girl who spent the night
was a communion infinitely more holy"

—Willow Sipling

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One Poem by Willow Sipling – beestung
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December 5, 2025 at 2:32 PM
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"my ribs cannot fashion
what is made of me.
She’s all I could have done,
all I could have been."
- Jaeden Lyttle, pen name

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pen name Jaeden Lyttle She billows beneath me, and I know she can see where it is that I ache. I carve out the gentle slopes to her body, how soft her skin does feel. Pry open the maw, feel the heat. What makes a man out of her, out of me? I upturn heaps of dead earth, finger the worth until I find it there, that family name. What binds her to me? My memory is but a gun, and so it goes that I am none but ravaged when the barrel aims for her, at the cusps. Take me for what I am, and find something of hers to love. There is no harm in trying. She is only love, sorely loved. It is sprouting from our hips as a fungus, I am parasitic. The world is a revolver to which I yield to, demean myself to, and when the trigger finds the buds of me I respond only in lethargy. The love of me, I spend and I spend. She is everything to me. I reach for her, and she reaches right back Is this where we meet? Where is it that we can lead? Make me into more than just your host. I’ll follow your ghost, the breadth of your life but my ribs cannot fashion what is made of me. She’s all I could have done, all I could have been. I wish I had known her differently. Enunciate my name slowly. 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
December 5, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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hahaha aaha ahaa OUCH
en-gendered.bsky.social en•gendered @en-gendered.bsky.social · 8d
"there are tears of joy and
smiles that scream sadness.
there is no contradiction
quite like the two of us."
- kathryn dooley, mother

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mother kathryn dooley there are tears of joy and smiles that scream sadness. there is no contradiction quite like the two of us. boughs are beginning to break off wavering willows outside. a tire swing is bending its branch, the whole tree collapsing under the great weight of nothing. first, a can of soup rolls off the sidewalk then cereal boxes spill, produce wilts at the touch of the blazing concrete. knelt between the fallen groceries, a salty cascade of emotions spilling, too and reflected in the pool is you. tears have been waiting her whole life. you have no idea, i wanted you to mean so much to me. 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
December 4, 2025 at 8:15 PM
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I'm not going to spoil the last lines for you but....oof
en-gendered.bsky.social en•gendered @en-gendered.bsky.social · 8d
"there are tears of joy and
smiles that scream sadness.
there is no contradiction
quite like the two of us."
- kathryn dooley, mother

engenderedlitmag.com/autumn2025
mother kathryn dooley there are tears of joy and smiles that scream sadness. there is no contradiction quite like the two of us. boughs are beginning to break off wavering willows outside. a tire swing is bending its branch, the whole tree collapsing under the great weight of nothing. first, a can of soup rolls off the sidewalk then cereal boxes spill, produce wilts at the touch of the blazing concrete. knelt between the fallen groceries, a salty cascade of emotions spilling, too and reflected in the pool is you. tears have been waiting her whole life. you have no idea, i wanted you to mean so much to me. 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
December 4, 2025 at 8:14 PM