scurrilous inuendows

she  hears tranny like it's a  gang rape
he wears tranny like a badge
somehow we all gotta fit in this space
a spectrum's all we have.

when the clothing feels wrong
is it wrong to change it?
what else is skin but color and size?
and if

 there's power in word
it must be we  who gave it
there's nothing else to keep it alive.