18, white, Scorpio, he/him, Auburn Hills, MI, United States
demi, ftm, gnc, pan, therian
A treble flute / undulates into a thick rumble / over time / Holes torn / in my brittle cocoon / I am stuck / within the wet cement of branded binary /
Almost passing / but not quite / Only to the keen eye / am I able to fly
Dysphoria creeps / in the figure of my shadow / in the cracks of the screen / It peeks / around the corner of my peripheral vision / Mocks the small frame of my sylphic body / My undecided name
I’ve identified as a trans guy for around five years now and am starting to realise I may be more non-binary leaning. I still prefer he/him pronouns and testosterone helps me greatly, but I don’t like gendered terms like being called handsome or a gentleman. Does anyone relate?
The patter of a drum plummets into bass, its low pulse nothing compared to a flutter, lungs reaching for more. The blooming awareness of hunger clutches to the creases of my thighs, pulling me under. I remember to breathe.
Lips skim my skin in the back of my mind, static in the stationary swept upon my limbs. Crinkled rolls of courage keep me staring, a laugh ringing in my ears.
I’ve been on testerone for over a year, injection for only six after switching from gel. Fucking worth it. The needles fear me now. I am but a lone mad scientist mastering my craft.