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I sit awaiting my turn at a speech meet people stand, talk, and, well that's it when a boy walks in with chestnut eyes and beautifully fallen umber hair he was the prettiest man I had ever seen could he like a boy like me? if he even likes boys at that? I mean it's not as if I am weird just different I wasn't born they way I am now being a boy that is I am a boy, I know I am but I didn't used to be the chestnut eyed boy sits down next to me his beauty far more solitary up close the judge calls his name first and he walks to the center of the room eyes stare at him as we give him a round of applause his words slowly carry like broken beautiful souls his chestnut eyes come up to mine and stare for only a moment it's all part of the act I tell myself, that is how speech is if only it could be more his words spill on, every more beauty then the last he pours his soul out onto that stage with a perfect voice with a perfect face perfect I've watched dozens of speeches all scrambled words with no impact until now tears trickle at the corner of my eyes this is what being a speech competitor is truly all about he last words conclude and leaves the room for a different round if only he could have heard me speak I watch more kids go all telling broken tales none better then his I get called up last, to tell my story, one I wish he saw the story of transgender people and them facing society just like this showing all these feelings I am just now maybe if I saw those chestnut eyes deep enough I could tell how the words make him feel and react, being transgender and all the words would fuel his soul to say could he love a boy like me? if he even loves boys at that?
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Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 2:14 AM UTC
Speech Tournament Loves
I sit awaiting my turn at a speech meet people stand, talk, and, well that's it when a boy walks in with chestnut eyes and beautifully fallen umber hair he was the prettiest man I had ever seen could he like a boy like me? if he even likes boys at that? I mean it's not as if I am weird just different I wasn't born they way I am now being a boy that is I am a boy, I know I am but I didn't used to be the chestnut eyed boy sits down next to me his beauty far more solitary up close the judge calls his name first and he walks to the center of the room eyes stare at him as we give him a round of applause his words slowly carry like broken beautiful souls his chestnut eyes come up to mine and stare for only a moment it's all part of the act I tell myself, that is how speech is if only it could be more his words spill on, every more beauty then the last he pours his soul out onto that stage with a perfect voice with a perfect face perfect I've watched dozens of speeches all scrambled words with no impact until now tears trickle at the corner of my eyes this is what being a speech competitor is truly all about he last words conclude and leaves the room for a different round if only he could have heard me speak I watch more kids go all telling broken tales none better then his I get called up last, to tell my story, one I wish he saw the story of transgender people and them facing society just like this showing all these feelings I am just now maybe if I saw those chestnut eyes deep enough I could tell how the words make him feel and react, being transgender and all the words would fuel his soul to say could he love a boy like me? if he even loves boys at that?
It’s all symbolic
#transgender#gay#speech#love#crush
M-L-L-L-Hubert
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M-L-L-L-Hubert
14/M/USA
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 2:14 AM UTC
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