Book Blast: NONBINARY, TRANS, PAN, AND LOVESICK by E.S Corby

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Sex is awkward! Gender is confusing!
Discovering his gender and sexual identities in the lonely dungeon of the pandemic, Echo Corby found an outlet through poetry. Graduating high school as everyone was thrust into isolation, friends were hard to find and love was even harder. Loneliness made him crave connection even more, but what did he like and who would love him?
Piecing together the queer world, Corby uses comedy and anecdote to express the uncomfortable ins and awkward outs of gender, sex, love and all outrage that comes with categorization. This collection of autobiographical poetry is a form of release and expression of the vibrant emotions that so many of the LGBTQIA+ community struggle with.
Corby prides himself as an open-book. The vulnerability enclosed within these pages proves as much.
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My Name is Not my Pronoun
No, sir/madam,
My name is not my pronoun.
Yes, sir/madam,
I have a pronoun and it is not my name.
Nor is it “it.”
My pronouns are he/him, she/her, they/them, xe/xem.
Yes, sir/madam,
I did say, “I’m happy as long as you’re trying.”
That does not mean I am an object, or a time period, or a figure of speech,
Where you can replace my pronoun with my name.
Why, sir/madam?
Why do I feel the need to correct you when you’ve corrected yourself?
Because when you say the wrong pronoun, then in an effort to fix your mistake, repeat the sentence only with the pronoun replaced by my name…
That disrespects me,
And my choice,
To go by he/him, she/her, they/them, xe/xem.
You disrespect me and my pronoun.
My pronoun is meant to present myself as the male I truly am, or the female I was always meant to be,
It’s meant to scrap aside the foolishness of gender when you call me they/xe instead of she/he.
You’ve prevented yourself from calling me the wrong thing, yes,
But have you committed yourself to getting it right?
Or have you replaced my pronoun,
With my name?
How does it sound, sir/madam,
When I say, “Oliver walked Oliver’s dog through Oliver’s neighborhood before Oliver stopped Oliver, realizing Oliver’s keys were still at Oliver’s home.”
It sounds like shit, doesn’t it?
I am not subterranean to you, sir/madam, who walks at ground level.
Nor am I standing on your shoulders; I walk beside you—
See me there?
I just want to be level with you, sir/madam.
I prefer to be your partner, not your butler.
When we stand on either end of a scale, I want us to weigh the same.
So, no, sir/madam,
My name is not my pronoun.
My name is who I am, my pronoun is what I am.
I am a he/him, she/her, they/them, xe/xem.
And a human being.
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Published on August 18, 2023 00:30
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