gina marie bernard is a heavily tattooed transgender woman, retired roller derby vixen, and full-time dorky English teacher. She lives in Bemidji, Minnesota. She has work appearing in x-r-a-y lit mag, Gingerbread House, Meow Meow Pow Pow, and Monkeybicycle. She has work forthcoming in STORGY, Anti-Heroine Chic, and Whale Road Review. Her daughters, Maddie and Parker, share her heart. Her work has been nominated for Best of the Net, Best Small Fictions, and the Pushcart Prize. She is pursuing an MFA in Creative Writing at the University of Arkansas, Monticello.
A Bemidji, Minnesota High School English transgender teacher in Minnesota, is a biologically male transgender woman. The teacher, Gina Marie Bernard, fantasizes about secretly injecting children with puberty blockers. That is according to a Facebook post obtained by Alpha News. Alpha News says it was in response to the recent murders of six people in Tennessee.
“Me coming to the realization I will never fulfill my lifelong quest of moving to Tennessee to secretly inject 11 year olds [sic] with hormone blockers while I do an interpretive drag dance to my favorite Judy Blume novel,” said the post, published to the Facebook page of Gina Marie Bernard.
His classroom sports a transgender flag and a rainbow flag.
THE BERNARD POETRY
Alpha News reports Bernard published several pieces of poetry, including one called “Confessional,” where he writes about giving his daughters marijuana and wine, performing oral sex, killing a friend’s cat, masturbating, and writing a letter to a serial killer.
“I’ve tasted the barrel of a loaded Winchester Ranger 20-gauge, silky with Hoppe’s No. 9. I fantasize about committing a crime so I can spend a year in a women’s prison. But only a year,” the poem says.
he poem is included in one of Bernard’s two books of poetry. According to The Bemidji Pioneer, they’re called “I Am This Girl” and “Naked, Gettin’ Nuder,”
Here are a couple more lines from her poem, The Confessional:
After my transition—because I had to know for sure—I met a man at the Grand Casino in Mille Lacs and gave him head; his name was Scott, and he wore black socks.
While she was away at graduate school, I accidentally ran over Susan’s cat. It wasn’t dead, so I put a tea towel over its head and twisted its neck. A butterfly landed at the crook of my elbow and drank my sweat.
The students can read all these poems online.