I caught myself in the mirror while getting dressed.
My shirt is off and
there
on my chest
is a thin red line
tracing exactly underneath them
I guess my shirt was bunched up all weird
or something
the words do not make it to my hand in time
finger tracing the mark like a familiar scar
the world and time and language all stop
because I can feel him
pressing up against reality
from somewhere in my mind
or maybe a parallel universe
Or something. I'm almost late for the gym.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 3:07 AM UTC
I caught myself in the mirror while getting dressed.
My shirt is off and
there
on my chest
is a thin red line
tracing exactly underneath them
I guess my shirt was bunched up all weird
or something
the words do not make it to my hand in time
finger tracing the mark like a familiar scar
the world and time and language all stop
because I can feel him
pressing up against reality
from somewhere in my mind
or maybe a parallel universe
Or something. I'm almost late for the gym.
A lifetime of introspection forced into a few minutes. One of the strangest emotions I've ever felt. But I think anyone who experiments with their gender, who goes one way and then another later, has a moment something like this. For me, it feels like he just wanted to tell me that he's still with me - but he found a different universe where he does belong, where he is the answer. And I feel at rest with that now.
