Don't Test My Love

A journaling game for one trans woman. Content warning, sexual assault, suicide, suicidality, incest, transphobia, transmisogyny and trans suffering.

It is the current year, and you are a transgender woman. This is a nearly impossible situation to find yourself in, and so you must transcend about it. Why crawl through life when you can fly, when you can look down on the hollow bugs beneath you, when you can bring up a pantheon in your wake? 

You believe in this Apotheosis, this transformation into a greater tgirl being, but the world will throw a million nightmares your way before you fully obtain it. The world wants to break the part of you that threatens to explode, threatens to bloom, but the world cannot. It was forged in the first bronze kilns, in the number zero, in the curve of the Andes. Many hands, many times, all for you.

You’re fresh out of the hospital because you wanted to kill yourself for a week. You stand on the precipice of infinite defeat, and deep within its tangle, a baby pearl of infinite victory… at least, that’s what you heard someone say in there, between depression naps.

Inspired by Dan Bern's Jerusalem. I made this game.