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Chapter 5: From the Rot by Roux

Chapter 5: From the Rot by Roux

Gender Criminal, 'From The Rot' (2024)

FROM THE ROT

Searching for a space that cares is ongoing for me, and for many like me. I experience the world as a spider web, every step I’m caught on something desperate to trap me. I’m grateful to have found a lot of kinship with mushrooms, as a bodily diverse, life giving, transformative and often misunderstood part of our ecological world. Trans people are like mushrooms; we rise from the ashes of our dead names, creating a new way of life with a deeper understanding and appreciation of our true selves. We are constantly regenerating, trailblazing out of necessity because our space does not yet exist. My/Your/Our identities reflect and fractal and mirror each other in breathtaking resurrections of forgotten kinds of beauty. We are nothing without each other.

Survival is possible, but life is not possible without community. We pull the last scrap of ourselves in two if it means that one of our own is not alone. 

I am a trans, disabled man living in a world that wants me dead. It’s up to you to build the space that cares for us.

Roux, 'From the rot' (poem)
Gender Criminal, 'From The Rot' (2024)

Clawing towards the sky,

Our heads bulge and we bloom

from unsettled soils.

I smile in the shadows.

Expelled from the earth,

My gills hang like gallows.

Gender Criminal, 'From The Rot' (2024)
Gender Criminal, 'From The Rot' (2024)

Armoured with bones of old forests,

I mosey like mumbles of summer rain,

While your world crunches beneath my feet.

Let me chew through your insides,

All the fruits you allowed to ripen and sour,

Always eating.

Gnawing.

Gnawing.

Gender Criminal, 'From The Rot' (2024)
Gender Criminal, 'From The Rot' (2024)

The wind wails with us

as our spores scatter like favourite stories.

You have built us a skeleton house,

but I have death for breakfast.