All my friends are whores
I take care of them whenever I can
I'm bad at asking for help
But they give me the shelter that the world can't
All my friends are trans
They carefully bind my chest
They see me as I am
I fight side by side with them
All my friends are kinky
We talk to each other about BDSM
I teach you to flog
You teach me to tie myself
All my friends are autistic
They offer stim toys
I offer noise canceling headphones
And when it's too crowded
We hold hands
All my friends are trans autistic kinky whores
Fascism says you shouldn't love us
It conditions you to not understand
Marginalization can hurt
But we kiss each others scars
We try to keep our friends safe
So the hate we all endure
Has a harder time taking us away
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