Pharmakon, My Becoming-Toxic

Abstract

Continuous living potentiates becoming-toxic. Evidenced as the silicone particles flake off the textured surfaces of the implants in my chest and enter my lymph; each life-affirming treatment for transsexuals is a pharmakon. What does it mean to hope when you have no progeny beside your forced sterility, when your liver is being slowly poisoned by the psychiatric cocktail that makes life somehow barely bearable, when even your tits are toxic, when you are labeled toxic? Transsexual life is toxic. Toxicity is transsexual life. Toxicity is maligned. Transsexuality is maligned. Toxic sex is a poisonous cure. Toxic to a dying empire.