Tom Gabel, “Transgender Dysphoria Blues.”

Can’t get over how brave and difficult this must be. Tough enough struggling with issues of weight and body image but gender and sex in public and in the punk scene no less?

Wondering what will happen with the band… brilliant lyrics.

Your tells are so obvious.
Shoulders too broad for a girl
Keeps you reminded
Helps you remember where you come from

You want them to notice
The ragged ends of your summer dress
You want them to see you like they see every other girl.
They just see a faggot. They hold their breath not to catch the sick
Washed up on the coast, I wish we could’ve spent the whole day alone
With you

You’ve got no cunt in your strut
You’ve got no hips to shake
You know it’s obvious, but we can’t choose how we’re made.