What is between your thighs? Empty stares hidden behind masks of confused faces, those who are brave enough to speak out.
Wavering hesitation in the questioning of names, locations, attractional appeal.
Do I even seem real?
Does my body "pass" the notion binaries with lingering questions of male? Female?
Of course, but who am I to decide the way I should live my life, or how I've "become" when I've shedded the skin of someone I once was.
I am nothing, if not a charade.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
What is between your thighs? Empty stares hidden behind masks of confused faces, those who are brave enough to speak out.
Wavering hesitation in the questioning of names, locations, attractional appeal.
Do I even seem real?
Does my body "pass" the notion binaries with lingering questions of male? Female?
Of course, but who am I to decide the way I should live my life, or how I've "become" when I've shedded the skin of someone I once was.
I am nothing, if not a charade.
