If there are no limits, audiences could simply read whatever they liked into any message;
They will inevitably read the gay message;
There is a lot of trans theory today that suggests trans folk are all searching for some kind of integrity; an integration of mind with body, a truth that permeates all aspects of their being; We are not;
We are not Trans Enough; We are not Trans Trenders; We are not Truscum;
We are complicated; We are conflicting; We are full of percussive dissonances, but in those clashes the music is born;
We are not striving for you to know our truths; Or even for us to know our own;
We are presenting what we know, when we know it; but also what we imagine, what we invent, what we pretend, and what we hope; these are all valid truths and untruths;
We are not striving for legibility, for recognition, understanding, or intelligibility;
We will judge ourselves by our own yardsticks, and celebrate when we come up short, because we have room to grow; This is a poetics of incompletion and desire;
Sometimes the language of our work is new, is messy, is only understood by its creator;
And sometimes we have to use the language of our colonizers, our teachers, our parents in order to find one another;
But always this language is felt as a holistic language-visual, aural, embodied;
Plays are not proclamations; you don't always have to present something you agree with;
But this is a space where trans people can proclaim, can testify, can confess, can be;