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love,  sexuality,  &  romance   /   accepting

               💡   /   what made them realize their sexuality?

for touri it wasn’t really a case of realizing his sexuality but a case of realizing his gender.  just realizing he wasn’t a heterosexual woman and actually a gay, trans man.  like of course he grew up with those feelings,  but didn’t really get the words to describe it until he got older,  and for him it was one of those things where he learned about being trans and everything just clicked.  

               💌   /   when was their first serious relationship?

       You’re FLOATING, a degree above the place where your body is supposed to be, a meter from the sanity of your own head, a yard away from the name you know, a mile from the security of BEING.     You are hung often in this place, separated from where you’re supposed to be, a safety measure to keep you SANE. A life built up of rough scraps and the shredded, wilting, petals of your internal organs.      There is turbulence in every breath you take, a storm bearing down on the backs of your teeth like a menace. You cannot grab a hold of where you need to be, safely in your own skin.

                                            THEN,   THERE IS HIM.

        Home,    wrapped in golden strands and a depth of blue you’ll never reach the bottom of, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

     LIKE AN ANCHOR to your ship, he pulls you in, winds the little loose fraying tethers of you and holds you together.      His hands are rough,     the product of a holding the world above his head like he was the very foundation of humanity. In some ways, he was. You can feel the years in every brush of his fingers along the rough surface of your jaw, you can feel his PULSE in his palm as it fits perfectly into the hollow of your cheek.

              Slowly, you are pieced back together, GROUNDED in your own bones, every minute detail of every movement felt fully to your core.      You don’t know how   ( maybe you don’t need to know )    the feeling of his skin and the sound of his heart beat is enough to make you WHOLE, but it is.        And a gratitude you can never repay warms the roof of your mouth as every point of tension in your body unwinds all at once. 

     YOUR EYES find his as you are mended back into one, any semblance of your voice evaporating on your tongue at the impact of your gazes meeting. Behind the depth of a vibrant blue is such a deep emotional feeling, you are immediately swept up into it all. Drowning, happily, in every moment of his stare.

       A wash of everything you’ve spent YEARS denying yourself overcomes you, a life long lived and a soul far from vacancy reach for you through the flutter of blonde lashes.    At another time you might wonder what you did in this life to deserve the feeling this man flooded you with,  but here, BREATHLESS as the words settle into the back of your mind, you can’t help but feel SELFISH.

HE IS A MAN THAT ONCE BELONGED TO THE WORLD, BUT NOW, HE WAS YOURS.

            Wholly you burned with that prickling, unfamiliar feeling as it raced through your veins with all the force of the cosmos. You were winded in the wake of it, years of bitterness dissolved like candy on your tongue, you were full of WARMTH. And outside these walls, outside this moment, the world came to a slow stop to let you have this.

You were a deer in the headlights, the garden in your heart, winding roots around your ribs, bloomed for the first time.   Seeds first planted by careful yearning hands, nurtured through your callous winters and tended to by this endlessly patient man  –  Toshinori Yagi, in the span of the time you knew him outside of his hero title, came to fundamentally change who you are as a human being. A terrifying thought of rebirth through his one mans care for you. And yet exciting in the same breath,      exhilarating,        stunning.        You felt like a kid again, pining behind the collar of your school uniform, day dreaming about the clasp of shaky hands and the first brush of inexperienced lips.

       THE SURGE, like a shot through the night, pushed you forward, desperate hand reaching, clinging, clutching to the fabric of his shirt, still just too big to hold onto his gaunt frame. After all this time you finally put a finger on that THING that made your stomach turn, your lungs seize and your blood course, you had a name for it. 

Were you the weaker man looking back at you from the mirror from a time before you were wrapped tightly around the finger of the man before you, You might have swallowed down that word like it was poison.      BUT YOU ARE NOT THAT MAN ANYMORE.

                                                       LOVE.

       A four letter word that felt like a sucker punch even though you saw it coming and stood firmly in denial. You loved Toshinori, you were IN love with him. And with all the certainty you could muster did you see it in his eyes – He loved you too.

AND SO YOU WERE.   Two souls intertwined in the fingers on your jaw, your knuckles white in clenching to his shirt, the soft smile on his lips, the determination in your eyes. You didn’t know what life would have in store for you when the sun would rise on a new dawn tomorrow, you had no idea where the path of your life was going to lead you next, but you did know one thing.

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         “ ...... Are you SIX? is that how we’re going to do this?                           You want to make a show of this?

                                             FINE.

——  ;&&.  (  @rootshero  )

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