what’s the point
of leaving
any kind
of legacy behind
when they find
our bones they’ll
say that we’re men
(how dare they)
– from “Weak” by Forced Femme
Dust (2022) is an exploration of legacy and what it means to me as a queer, disabled, butch trans woman living as a white settler on Treaty 4 territory. What does legacy even mean when your body and identity stand to be misinterpreted in your absence due to the rise of a global christo-fascism? When your very existence is inextricably tied to the ongoing histories of capitalism and the settler-colonial project, is it ethical to dream of leaving a mark on the world?