They're an awesome duo that consist of Melissa Li, a lesbian singer/songwriter and a transman Kit Yan, a slam poet. They are AWESOME. here's the lyrics/words to a poem by Kit called "Third Gender". it really resonates something in me, just because of my transgender identity. hope you guys check them out!! "gender should be as simple as gay or straight if you are attracted to the opposite gender, you are straight. if you are attracted to the same gender, you are gay. therefore is you have a penis, you’re a man. and if you have a vagina, you’re a woman. straight shot, straight answer. gender. gender is, man next to woman, not touching, but separate. gender is, america’s controlled nationalism bullshit. gender is, birth certificates for babies born into gender, housing applications and check boxes, and even getting email addresses, this is gender. gender has women shoot you stares in the restroom, gender has children glare at you and ask their mothers about the boy in the bathroom, gender holds your hand out and pushes you to the men’s room assuming that what it’s doing is an act of civil duty, preventing the pervert from violating the eyes and feelings of the poor women in there. but is it truly worth imprisonment? embarrassment? or harassment? for your gender identity? so are you a man or woman? and if you’re passing like a boy now, do you wanna be straight? and you’ve changed your name to Kit now, so you’re straight- right? but back when you were Laura, you were gay right? as if sexuality and gender were something that you could purchase on impulse, pulling up to the register and carefully picking, gay, straight, man, or woman neatly packaged for easy consumption, then you should be able to do it with ease. purchasing a gold foiled bar of gay, and plastic bag of man, and walking out of the grocery store, fabulously onto the set of Queer Eye. but it’s not that easy. because my gender used to be, girl who looks like boy, who like girls. and sometimes my gender is, boy who looks like a girl, who likes boys, and sometimes my gender is, boy who was a girl, who still feels like a girl sometimes, but most of the time my gender is fuck you mind your own business. but it can’t be that way, because gender is so rigidly defined, neatly outlined and nicely colonized, organized, and clearly understandable, unchangeable. yet the gap is becoming gendered, and i’m standing in line for the restroom with, girls, birls, boys, bis, transsexual, transgendered, queer, questioning, curious, polyamorous, intersexed, flexual, asexual, trisexual, omnisexual, multisexual, pansexual, gender neutral, genderqueer, genderfluid, multigendered, polygendered, androgynous, drag king, drag queen, heteroflexible, butch, femme, fairy, two-spirit, bear, dyke, lipstick, tranny, boi(with an I), ftm, mtf, boydyke, half-dyke, bi-dyke, queerboi, ex-straight, and that’s just the beginning! but ask a member of the Zuni tribe about the lhamana’s gender, and they’ll tell you it’s lhamana. the Southern Asians about the hijaras gender, and they’ll tell you it’s hijaras, the Hawaiians about mahus, and they’ll tell you it’s mahu. the Americans about the trannys, and they’ll tell you that they don’t know. there may be as many as a million genders, identities, and sexualities, just floating around, searching for the right person, to snatch them up, put them on, and proudly parade around in their new skin, unrestricted by layers and identity, and limitations of culture, society, and social construction. this new gender is a function of inner desire, and genuine understanding of self to be lived. so go ahead, and show us where the bathroom is."
