No trappings, nothing to enable or guide
No landing lights for a fetishizing mind
Just flesh, hair, nails, skin.
No gender signaling with half
Fully dressed bodies
No traction for your affective
Disorder and mayhem, just arms and parts
No met expectation
No script for fornication
No industry standards set by terrified white males
Molotov Maenad has a cocktail
For the vapid valley of San Fernando guy gazes
a queer tire iron for the straight eye
The Maenad (She/Hers) Transgender Goddess, an activist, artist, poet, publisher, sex worker, and author of creative non-fiction, erotica, fantasy, and science fiction.
Her work has appeared @corporealitmag @engendered @gutslutpress @fahmidanjournal @redplanetmag @wickedgayways @365tomorrows, within the Gongfarmer’s Almanac and on Madwomen in the Attic.
Her first chapbook, a work of trans erotic liberation, the Ishtar Cycle, is available from @lupercaliapress
Find her @dreaminggynoid on Twitter and @scarlet_maenadum on IG.