Everyone on the Moon Is Essential Personnel

by Julian K. Jarboe

I said I was a witch and she snorted and asked, “what, like with the pointy hats?” and I said “yes” even though I do not physically own any kind of hat because it was still emotionally true.

“Oh, it’s on, witch,” and she said “witch” exactly like she meant “bitch” so I decided that I liked her. I traded her a Percocet for cigarettes and that sealed the deal. Trans solidarity is fucking BEAUTIFUL.

but she NEVER once called me valid, THANK GOD, and that’s why we were best friends.

Professionals yammer on about the “mental health crisis” in These Turbulent Times, like, GEE I WONDER if it has anything to do with most people being constantly in a state of desperation to sell their joy to oligarchs forever and ever?

Why does God create grapes and wheat, but not wine and bread? God does this because God wants us to share in the act of creation. To be how you made me, to become how God made me, through you, I can remake myself. You and I: we are already only whole, and shifting towards the divine.

Give me a sex that has never been seen before and a soft outline exactly the size and shape of my lovers, and when they lay their entire selves within it, that is how we are going to fuck, since you keep asking, and everybody wants to know.

Choosing is extremely powerful magic. Its power derives from the death of what is not chosen.