Laying alone in my bed
Masturbating in the dark
Vibrator sending scathing ripples
Across my covered female anatomy
And yet in my mind I didn't see that
I pictured myself with women
Which I always attributed to
My hella queer identity
Except I was never myself in the fantasies
My friend told me that's why I couldn't climax
Because I needed to make the thoughts
Much more personal than that
Yet it didn't feel the same
As watching the strangers in porn
In my fantasies, I wasn't me
But I also was
I felt synonymous with the person I saw
I imagined feeling what they felt
But they had a penis
I did not
I thought it was just a kink
I don't think that anymore