I celebrate my senses,
making the sex of the universe a tangible touch to my man-hands.

i was selected before i was born out of my mother,
generations made me proud long before i arrived.

here i stand in the door of feeling and emotion, making your song my own, tasting your tongue of exclusion and making right! the smells of clark and westco, i smell!
all chalking, i feel into my own, I am THE transgender.
all vandalism in dorms of ill-repute, i read, i feel, i am THE homosexual.
I am the center, the quivering mass of nerves and full of sensitivity.

no longer do the students of wesleyan need be lacking of sentiment and senses,
I advance towards you,
opposite equals advance
to make from the galaxy, MY galaxy, a new sentiment.

a new campus hyper-feeling, a super-sense.

I am the dean of hyper-sensitivity!
rejoice!