[Image 1: A tweet by @ theBGrass that reads “Diving back into 90s trans zines, as an act of regular spiritual guidance.”
Image 2: A page from a zine that contains a poem titled “Don’t call me mister, ‘cause I’m a TS Butch” text of the poem reads:
“So, / I don’t wear dresses or makeup / Well that doesn’t make me mister / ‘Cause I’m a TS Butch
And so what / If I don’t have painted nails / High heels or a purse? / That doesn’t / make me mister either / ‘Cause I’m a TS Butch
You see, / I wear pants, not a skirt / And an ordinary shirt / And that still doesn’t make me mister / ‘Cause I’m a TS Butch
In the morning / When someone calls me on the phone / And I answer / In a deep and tired voice / That doesn’t make me / A sir or mister / ‘Cause I am what I am / And that’s not a man / Simply a Butch / A TS Butch
When I hold my TS femme / Tight at night / Under covers / And kiss her neck, her shoulders / Stroke her hair and her body / That is a TS Butch touching her / That is a TS Butch holding her
And even if I get scared sometimes / Wondering what the fuck am I / Just because I don’t do / All those femme things / TS’ are supposed to do / Or because / I get depressed sometimes / And question my identity / That still doesn’t make me mister / ‘Cause I’m a TS Butch / ‘Cause I’m a TS Butch / A strong TS Butch”
Under the poem is a box with a black and white picture of the author, a pale woman with dark hair that falls down to her shoulders sitting with a large rottweiler dog. Text next to the photo read “Xanthra Phillipa hates writing self-descriptive bios, feeling that people have more important things to read than a list of her kitchenware.” /End ID]