Nineteen
quietly reusing words
her mother crooned
when in the womb
she sits and whirls.
how thin her wrists
how delicate the skin
that peels over her heartbeat
blipping gently now as it did
last birthday, the one before, the day before
beneath thumbs questing pressure
she is a daughter to her father,
she is inquisitive and at times
a doofus, yes,
but she is kind,
and this is all true.
her hair is a damp blaze
curling about pale shoulders
and dark mooncircles
beneath earthdirt vision.
she sways thinly
but she is no willow
whip, twisting at every calling
no. her great grandfather would have been proud
of solid hips
Ok Let's get this out of the way: by ModerneVampiressa, journal
Ok Let's get this out of the way:
I am a Pre-Op genderqueer transmale.
Pre-operation. Pre-transition. Pre-everything.
I do stage makeup, perform in drag as a male-identified Queen, I help others with their performances makeup and costumes, I participate in kink, I'm a sub male, and my life is awesome.
Let's not make this awkward, annoying, or a crappy experience for anyone, alright? Don't ask about my genitalia, don't make stupid assumptions because you can't read or use logic, and please don't assume that I'm going to google things for you because I am required to be a "good trans person"; gag me!; and do the legwork for you. There are wiki articles for this, there are me