On Death
The exit from this labyrinth is an unsweet death, almost like falling suddenly into the void, after a long wandering that leaves a feeling of exhaustion and numbness at the same time. Coming out of the closet seems liberating, but in the end it is just a mirage or an oasis.
But not all those who wander are lost. This wandering on death row or that walking on a tightrope, as the tightrope walker does, augurs a hopeful death that will give way to eir resurrection.
During adolescence I found refuge in the music of the group Anthony and The Johnsons. I did not understand exactly what she was saying or why I felt attracted to the stories that her songs told, until I recognized the story of her experience as a transgender person.
I’m a bird girl
I’m a bird girl
I’m a bird girl
I’m a bird girl now
I’ve got my heart
Here in my hands
I’ve got my heart
Here in my hands now
I’ve been searching
For my wings some time
I’m gonna be born
I’m gonna be born
Into soon the sky
Into soon the sky
‘Cause I’m a bird girl
And the bird girls go to heaven
I’m a bird girl
And the bird girls can fly
Bird girls can fly
Bird girls can fly
Bird girls can fly
Anohni, 2005. I’m a Bird Now.










