Someone asked me the other day Could I ever date a Transgender girl I think they expected a No, or Maybe But a different answer popped out of my mouth A special friend came to mind A secret love I have but mine alone, as she speaks only French She is transgender, and date her I would I dream of her nightly dreams I can't put into words We trans people speak of masks Of who we tried to be before Lying, acting, pretending to be male With the woman we have always been Hidden behind masks, confined to a closet
But I know for some it is also a mask The attempts to look female and pass To hide the body we hate To be more the woman that we imagine us to be But isn't that also a mask The clothes and makeup, lipstick and wigs Trying to make our bodies Match who we are in our minds
This secret love I have, the intimate dreams I want to take off all the masks The wigs the makeup the clothes and shoes I want to be with the person beneath all of the masks That's who I dream of holding, that's who I long to love
by Lj Mark
These thoughts and feelings were inspired by a friends photo I saw this morning. It is part fiction, part truth, but is all from my feelings.