Transphobia

There’s the seaside postcard transphobe
At their bawdy best
Please don’t take me seriously
It was only said in jest

Then there’s the sporting transphobe
The level playing field type
You can’t give back the muscles
Their explanatory gripe

The old school transphobe’s prone to say
It wasn’t like that in my day
When men were men and men were best
And you can probably guess the rest
And almost none were gay

Like the won’t-think-about-it transphobe
Who just doesn’t understand
It used to be so simple
You’re a woman or you’re a man

And the it’s-just-common-sense transphobe
Because everything’s binary
Two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet
Just common sense you see

And then the internet transphobe
The Rowlings and Linehans
Dead name campaigns are their domain
Denying that your trans

Pick your type, there’s more than two
And each demands to have a say
You might call it a spectrum
Which transphobe will you meet today?

Non-Binary

Everybody’s got
Two eyes, two ears, two hands, two feet
That’s why some think that binary is right
Well, it might be alright for George Galloway
But people ain’t as simple as night or day
And we’re all on a spectrum like light
Electro-magnetic radiation
It’s true we’re all members of a rainbow nation
And it ain’t as simple as identification
Because everybody has a right
Not necessarily to be who they want to be
Or I’d be Che Guevara in a racing car
Or at the very least a massive rock ‘n’ roll star
But we all deserve to burn bright
And everybody has a right
To be who they are