One spring I was a witness to a godbirth. It was as if I stumbled upon this by accident, but I felt fate ring like a bell with my whole body. This girl – I don't even know her name – teased an outline in the fog, the way you would look for shapes in the stars.
Me and others would take this further. Whispers, songs, paragraphs. A deity grows and grows and grows. New moon, pomegranate, blood. Womanhood, transformations, fate. Kindness and vengeance, oaths and promises. A sister made, not born.
She was always there, but no one has noticed until that spring, until a girl from the great lakes pulled at a thread.
A newborn goddess whispers in the night:
Fate can be changed and you will be still loved for such a sin.
So said a girl on the internet, so it must be true.
Stars are a lying choir, and there is no destiny beyond what you make.
You, stand in front of a mirror and look in your face and your body, keep looking, you have remade yourself already. You are not how you were. It is through love and will and chemistry and surgery. You are remade in your own image.
I am drunk on this divinity. I fall in love every time see it in you. My heart beats like a hammer when see it in myself.
I was enslaved by it for years before I put estradiol on my tongue. I could never dream of an act of creation greater than that to look at yourself and declare what you will be. I despaired, thinking I could never partake of that miracle. What kind of a person wishes to be transgender?
I will only kneel before a trans god, because none other knows true power.
At the altar I shall lay our bodies, pomegranate dripping down our ribs. When I drink you up, it is the sacred wine; when you bite me, it is the holiest bread. The sacrament and the feast of our divine is each other.
I believe, with all of my heart, that she demands us to celebrate the flesh that we remake. Our transfeminine bodies are shards of her divine nature. I beg her to help us love them as much as she already does.
Gratitude for the gift of womanhood. Infinite joy and pride for the gift of transsexuality. I did not want to become a woman in a blink. I rejoice and revel in my nature, boundary-crossing and self-remaking, for I can claim the precise path I wish to walk.
I am not religious. And yet here you find me, trembling at an altar to an ancient deity being born.
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