"Gender Identity Disorder" is the medical industry's way of pathologizing trans people and capitalizing on our dysphoria to ensure that we have to pay the gatekeepers if we want to achieve bureaucratic validation (which in turn can make our lives substantially easier). I'm not sick and I don't need your advice. This song is about holding on and not giving up, and choosing your own narrative over what is fed to you.
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Got an empty vile of Estradiol on my bedside table. I like to pretend that the prescription didn't go, that I overdosed, on the run from a dysphoric episode. Went dreaming of a place where I reclaim my body from the gallows. Just let me sleep it off. Wake up rested and unharmed. And in the morning, you'll see a girl, fuck the world. Dear anybody with enough money can you fix me up? Cause the narrative says that I'm unfit to live yet their the ones who fucked us over. Why would anyone step out of line when the repercusions are so high? When we're beaten and shamed for showing who we are inside. They got a problem with me, call it G.I.D., but the problem's not mine it's society's. Go fuck your pathology.
Thankfully, Switchblade Sadie is an unrelenting transsexual. Thankfully, Switchblade Sadie keeps smacking us with her menace to cisiety efforts. Thankfully, Switchblade Sadie. Richard Weems