wolfofsummerbreeze

and I cupped you like ink spilling over the table as you dripped off the edge I tried to catch you but as you stained them you slipped through my fingers splattering across the floor like Icarus longing for the sky.

In fifth grade I found myself shuffled into a new school like a card from another deck that had been picked up off the floor, And during recess, with the bustle of students surrounding me like a foreign hive, I broke down and cried until the sun dried my eyes and my insides, To this day there is a shriveled part of me that remains forever lodged inside my heart curled around the wounds that came from caring too much about what others think of  me, Because I am a Man But when I was boy my peers thought that because I didn't act like they did that I was a girl as though being a girl is somehow less than human as though caring about others was w

Do you think I don't see? All those things aren't helping me. I can't make all the effort, You have to meet me halfway. All these things you want me to be, You think I need them. I don't, so stop worrying, I'll forge my own path, I'll learn from My mistakes, It's half the fun. It's part of life. All I ask is that you, Stop every once in a while, And see me as the child you raised. I might be more grown up now, But I still need recognition, As a person who doesn't want, To waste their life away. Who wants to be their own person. You can teach, but I'll decide, What I'll use your lessons for.

Oh Captain "I'm a Captain!" she proclaims proudly, her hands landing on her hips, elbows extended, feet spread apart. "Didn't I tell you?" Her grin belies the fact that she knows I'm confused. Perhaps she grins because I am confused. A Captain? Of what? Well, a ship, knowing her. Still, there are many captains. Captain Ahab, who sought out the giant white whale, is the first to come to mind, though I've never read Moby Dick. The comparison is almost funny. He is, in my mind, a white-haired, old, coarse, potentially scarred, gruff, cold-eyed, muscled, imposing beast of a man. Lee is a short, brown haired, young, un-muscled, glasses-wearing,

THE GAY AGENDA 1) Wake up. 2) ... We're working on #1 still. Preferably in the shower. 3) Complete #1, maybe with the use of coffee. 4) Eat food. 5) Go to work. 6) Make sure your dressed before you step out the door. If so skip # 7. 7) Get dressed. Nice clothes are good, but not required. Clothes ARE required. 8) Get to work on time. 9) Work like everyone else and don't starve yourself. Lunch is important. 10) Go home and feed your cat. Or dog. And yourself. Try not to sink into depression if you're lonely. 11) Try to amuse yourself. Maybe with friends, maybe with a boyfriend or potential one, maybe neither. 12) Go to sleep.