A new poem by Always Becominging.

Gold Star

As I’ve said before: praise kink.
But how does a gold star work
for a trans lesbian?

Of course I’ve touched a dick.
It’s sitting shrivelled between my legs
like a dried banana.

Glorious golden gock.
Family-sized clitty.
The meanest, cleanest shenis.

I know I know,
gold star lesbianism is a transphobic construct
but I can’t help thinking it through.

Imagine thinking you’re not a lezzo
cause you fucked a transsexual.
It’s like thinking you’re not vegan

cause you ate pussy.
It’s like thinking you’re not religious
cause you only worship your domme.

It’s like believing you’re not a girl
even tho your gf is sucking literal milk
out of your literal tit.

Oops, I might be guilty of that last one.
But I haven’t earned this sticker
for my chart anyway.

Yeah I fuck girls but
I’ve let Scooby Doo chew
on my boobies too ew.

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