my young adam,
you’ll walk past the women’s locker room having just showered in the men’s for the first time your eyes will hover as long as it takes you to realize that you never have to enter that space again paradoxically significantly insignificant shamelessly embarrassed to share and anxiously avoidant at what vulnerability will look like next |
my young adam,
one story taller you will wake up to a 9am sunlight a breeze like a gentle whisper carrying a reminder that you shared with friends and family the boy you’ve been all along you will see your childhood rewind and playback a nostalgic scene of quirkiness and curiosity you will depend on hormones not because of shame but because you love your body so much |
my young adam,
we’re putting every part of you to rest properly with care, and the time to recycle into something new always remember, “the expression of gender characteristics, including identities, that are not stereotypically associated with one’s assigned sex at birth is a common and culturally diverse human phenomenon [that] should not be judged as inherently pathological or negative.” and I’ll remember your dreams artist, lawyer, give me a min to recall your desires with this that urge to argue a reason for perspective |