#brokenboisseries

wherever sameness is projected, resist!

there is no such thing every category a biased norming of correlating conditions.

man is a self-reinforcing construct if you grow into others line of sight.

until then, the knowledge of what I am holds as self-evident truth to myself only

left to my own existential devices, I may convince myself it's just a lot of to do about nothing

confronted with another's gaze I realize just how wrong and right I am

sameness projected i now reflect back as not possible

I thought we could rediscover one another in difference, but you focused on the wrong parts

an entire universe inside my being

reduced by your surgical removal of the things you believe belong to women.

you wield the scalpel you claim to fear and I become another man made in woman's image

we can't carry on this way

I've been dishonest too long under the misperception of what defines a man

I shape-shifted into a man in sheep's clothing and I was dangerous for it

no one holds the cis white woman accountable for hubris, "rationality", hyper-productivity

alcohol fueled fucking sessions with people i didn't care to remember the next day.

I was celebrated for acting like a man because it was neutralized of perceived danger.

I affined with men. I received emotional support from women.

I reciprocated that emotional support because men do actually have that capacity - this is not an essential and exclusive purview of women.

just another self-fulfilling prophecy

don't rely on what you can observe to determine what is true about your potentiality

we are made of every no and every yes our spirit has ever encountered

how will you shape your own narrative?

I am a trans man. I am an ever-expanding embodiment of potentiality.

you, too?

left to your own devices, you might realize it's all a big to do about nothing

hand over the scalpel and let me carve my own authentic expression of correlating conditions

liberate the depths of self filtered through the veil of gender