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normal god,,, pls let me trannier! glintier!! slipperier!!!

buffoon me into our leggiest flight suit . . . now

sic your physickers on our meat and see their mitres

bounce into the rafters! spitspangled i rise,

eyes a pulverized visor, glass forehead agape (three

syllables): i want to be full of bubbling chemicals.

thumb green, gormless green, mattress

commercial purple. give me 1 more life & i’m blind

open as cut venetians! fresh breaths the crescent grip

of a bow i’ve got both shoulders somehow stuck in.

arrows totter from my ass like pillowdown. i waddle

fallow to the mud, i wallow, alive!!

take that to the bank; suck me all the way

up the tube and settle my complaints. 3 pennies tinkle,

grinning on the tray but don’t sully you, leave them!

leave them, god. i'd feel awful if i knew i'd made you change.

i will lose for us both: I'm growing,

so treat me early. LET ME LIVE. SHOOT ME

INTO SPACE



Like any good great terrible wyrm, Palimrya loves you, which is why she spent seven drops of her precious twiceblood to grant you each an arrow-melty mantle, a full belly, and a wet green biome to bleed in. Find her stories, poems, and roleplaying games on your bathroom floor, and feed her furnace @palimrya on twitter.
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29 May 2023

We are touched and encouraged to see an overwhelming response from writers from the Sino diaspora as well as BIPOC creators in various parts of the world. And such diverse and daring takes of wuxia and xianxia, from contemporary to the far reaches of space!
By: L Chan
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Many trans and marginalised people in our world can do the exact same things that everyone else has done to overcome challenges and find happiness, only for others to come in and do what they want as Ren Woxing did, and probably, when asked why, they would simply say Xiang Wentian: to ask the heavens. And perhaps we the readers, who are told this story from Linghu Chong’s point of view, should do more to question the actions of people before blindly following along to cause harm.
Before the Occupation, righteousness might have meant taking overt stands against the distant invaders of their ancestral homelands through donating money, labour, or expertise to Chinese wartime efforts. Yet during the Occupation, such behaviour would get one killed or suspected of treason; one might find it better to remain discreet and fade into the background, or leave for safer shores. Could one uphold justice and righteousness quietly, subtly, and effectively within such a world of harshness and deprivation?
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