#masc - Hello Poetry

where is the support group for Trans Masc kids with bad fathers alcoholic fathers ones that didn't show up and still try to tell you what a man is and isn't and by God it isn't you a Father with misogyny ran so deep that my body is a beautiful woman's and God made me to be this way Born into the beautiful body of a woman where is the support group for fathers who are so damaged dating girls within 5 years of me i've never felt safe around a man even the one who is half of me maybe why i don't feel safe around myself where is the support group for Trans kids that are 27 who always wanted to be like their dad until they got to know him who found the masculine beauty within their best friend who picked them up every other weekend and now who can't even stomach to muster that that is my father. the guilt of a kid who just wished one of us would die ENOUGH ENOUGH OF IT ALL ALREADY!!!! can you please stop traumatizing me its been 20 years haven't you had enough? where is all of this material coming from? is this a never ending bit and i simply just don't get the joke?

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Oct 22, 2022

Oct 22, 2022 at 10:18 PM UTC

yangnoyin

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where is the support group for Trans Masc kids with bad fathers alcoholic fathers ones that didn't show up and still try to tell you what a man is and isn't and by God it isn't you a Father with misogyny ran so deep that my body is a beautiful woman's and God made me to be this way Born into the beautiful body of a woman where is the support group for fathers who are so damaged dating girls within 5 years of me i've never felt safe around a man even the one who is half of me maybe why i don't feel safe around myself where is the support group for Trans kids that are 27 who always wanted to be like their dad until they got to know him who found the masculine beauty within their best friend who picked them up every other weekend and now who can't even stomach to muster that that is my father. the guilt of a kid who just wished one of us would die ENOUGH ENOUGH OF IT ALL ALREADY!!!! can you please stop traumatizing me its been 20 years haven't you had enough? where is all of this material coming from? is this a never ending bit and i simply just don't get the joke?

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Lately Masculinity has been feeling like an excuse Men are expected to fight ****** battles Men Are expected to be rough Men Are expected to never take no for an answer Men Are expected to take what we want even when they say no Men Are expected to never take off the mask Men Are expected to never show emotion Men Are ready to give up Men Are ready to die I wonder what would happen if we could no longer hide behind the masc-ulinity

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Feb 25, 2020

Feb 25, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC

Troytooturnt

Hiding

Lately Masculinity has been feeling like an excuse Men are expected to fight ****** battles Men Are expected to be rough Men Are expected to never take no for an answer Men Are expected to take what we want even when they say no Men Are expected to never take off the mask Men Are expected to never show emotion Men Are ready to give up Men Are ready to die I wonder what would happen if we could no longer hide behind the masc-ulinity

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Written on 11/20/2017 That awkward moment when someone flirts with you on a dating app and says "I like that you look masculine." You see, I never saw masculinity as a part of me. My identity was always flamboyant, wearing pink shirts and sashes, crop tops with styling gelled eyelashes, sparkling headbands and dazzling bandannas, snapback hats featuring giant bananas, I dressed with the raging flamboyance of flamingos! Sporting a certain type of femininity that only a gay man knows. All the trimming and cutting, and shaving and nairing, for hours, as time and body hair intertwined in the showers, washed masculinity off my body down the drain, Experienced electrolysis burns, but the pain had infected my thoughts, like each hair is unnatural. Purge it all, Scorch and torch it all, Leave nothing at all! No trace of evolution's flawed attempt to grace me with an adaptive advantage to take on the world's harsh climate. I admit, this hair entangles me and strangles me, it also oozes out of me like pimples from a pore, a ***** to testosterone, poor me - a victim of nature's masculinity. What a hairy situation I've gotten myself in. -- Femininity. Its bestowed upon me by society. When I sashay or say hey gurl hey, society recognizes these things as girly and gay, not a very masculine way to walk or talk. Stereotypes about *** and gender are so easily manipulated. Like a circus performer on the tight rope, the suspense keeps people wondering where will I fall? But hold me under a microscope and you will see it all, a million molecules that makeup my femininity. I wear skinny jeans and tank tops, then get complimented on them by dude bros, like yo that's tight- where'd you get it boss? I bought it in the girl's section at Ross. My toe nails painted and displayed for public view, flip flops emboldened with matching turquoise hues, Femininity is worn on me like a fabulous armor plate. -- Fast forward to a fateful date during No-Shave November. I remember, growing out my ****** hair for the very first time, I wore it like a mask, portraying a fictional character who was masc-uline. Bathing in manliness at this masquerade. It was through this charade, that I grew ... temporary happiness for me from all of you. The compliments they poured in. My once smooth canvas of a face, waiting to be crafted into the Mona Lisa, had been turned into an artistic masterpiece, 'Gay Man with Amnesia', of who he used to be. A painting of someone society wanted, someone whose masculinity was outwardly flaunted. But inside, I felt taunted, each time they complimented me and my newfound masculinity. -- Then, it happened on Grindr, a gay dating app. This masculine mishap. A stranger's message read, "I like that you look masculine." It sounded even stranger in my head. Their profile description read, "Masc 4 Masc Masculine man seeking other masculine men to hangout with." That's when I felt it. My mask had made me masc. This particularly manic morning brought me to ask myself in the bathroom mirror, "Who the hell am I looking at?" In sheer terror, I teared-up, scanned the portrait of 'Gay Man with Amnesia', and then decided to tear it up! I grabbed my electric razor, grum grum grummm as these blades grazed my face and chin, I was offered sweet, soft, porcelain skin - my absolution. pause heh heh When I came to and snapped out of the amnesia, eager to see results of this restorative procedure, the mirror was fogged with steam and slop. I tried logging in to my laptop's webcam, for naught. The ****** recognition feature -- didn't recognize me ... but finally, I did. Once again, I see the man behind the masc-ulinity.

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Nov 20, 2017

Nov 20, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC

PseudoPoet

Mask for Masc

Written on 11/20/2017 That awkward moment when someone flirts with you on a dating app and says "I like that you look masculine." You see, I never saw masculinity as a part of me. My identity was always flamboyant, wearing pink shirts and sashes, crop tops with styling gelled eyelashes, sparkling headbands and dazzling bandannas, snapback hats featuring giant bananas, I dressed with the raging flamboyance of flamingos! Sporting a certain type of femininity that only a gay man knows. All the trimming and cutting, and shaving and nairing, for hours, as time and body hair intertwined in the showers, washed masculinity off my body down the drain, Experienced electrolysis burns, but the pain had infected my thoughts, like each hair is unnatural. Purge it all, Scorch and torch it all, Leave nothing at all! No trace of evolution's flawed attempt to grace me with an adaptive advantage to take on the world's harsh climate. I admit, this hair entangles me and strangles me, it also oozes out of me like pimples from a pore, a ***** to testosterone, poor me - a victim of nature's masculinity. What a hairy situation I've gotten myself in. -- Femininity. Its bestowed upon me by society. When I sashay or say hey gurl hey, society recognizes these things as girly and gay, not a very masculine way to walk or talk. Stereotypes about *** and gender are so easily manipulated. Like a circus performer on the tight rope, the suspense keeps people wondering where will I fall? But hold me under a microscope and you will see it all, a million molecules that makeup my femininity. I wear skinny jeans and tank tops, then get complimented on them by dude bros, like yo that's tight- where'd you get it boss? I bought it in the girl's section at Ross. My toe nails painted and displayed for public view, flip flops emboldened with matching turquoise hues, Femininity is worn on me like a fabulous armor plate. -- Fast forward to a fateful date during No-Shave November. I remember, growing out my ****** hair for the very first time, I wore it like a mask, portraying a fictional character who was masc-uline. Bathing in manliness at this masquerade. It was through this charade, that I grew ... temporary happiness for me from all of you. The compliments they poured in. My once smooth canvas of a face, waiting to be crafted into the Mona Lisa, had been turned into an artistic masterpiece, 'Gay Man with Amnesia', of who he used to be. A painting of someone society wanted, someone whose masculinity was outwardly flaunted. But inside, I felt taunted, each time they complimented me and my newfound masculinity. -- Then, it happened on Grindr, a gay dating app. This masculine mishap. A stranger's message read, "I like that you look masculine." It sounded even stranger in my head. Their profile description read, "Masc 4 Masc Masculine man seeking other masculine men to hangout with." That's when I felt it. My mask had made me masc. This particularly manic morning brought me to ask myself in the bathroom mirror, "Who the hell am I looking at?" In sheer terror, I teared-up, scanned the portrait of 'Gay Man with Amnesia', and then decided to tear it up! I grabbed my electric razor, grum grum grummm as these blades grazed my face and chin, I was offered sweet, soft, porcelain skin - my absolution. pause heh heh When I came to and snapped out of the amnesia, eager to see results of this restorative procedure, the mirror was fogged with steam and slop. I tried logging in to my laptop's webcam, for naught. The ****** recognition feature -- didn't recognize me ... but finally, I did. Once again, I see the man behind the masc-ulinity.

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