#switch shit

How much I enjoy being masc. I am a juxtaposing creature by the way I dress and the code I carry, but I can be your best friend in way of elegance and nurture

I love being someone you know on sight will tend to you, soothe an ache, protect the soul, ease the mind. I will physically carry all I am able to and mentally carry even more. Getting down, dirty, nitty gritty, a rough edge with a sharp tongue and an even sharper eye of mischief

But then you get to know me. And there’s the softness. The sensitivity. My deep appreciation for introspection and my patience for those who find it difficult. I provide grace, and a soft place to land, a hand that will take your face and tell you to let go, and you do. The place where you let your hair down and I braid it (or try to rather haha) and you raise your freak flag high and I point the light right tf on it. Because I’ll support you here, I’ll empower you there, I’ll be the judge of this or that but not the final word, and you’ll trust it…

I love being of an specific dichotomy of feminine and masculine. I love being able to dominate in the room, drop my voice and captivate someone in a few syllables. Where my presence alone brings a safety comfort, and I'm both and neither. My lashes are long and my skin is soft and light, my voice can soothe someone after I've spent their body. I can be pretty, when I whine, when I cry, when I come undone under a practiced eager hand that wants to find all my knots and make note of all the kinks in the chain that bind me to this world.

I'm obsessed with this; this contrast in texture and color, of melody and harmony that I bring to a room, a table, a moment, a person. I'm sickeningly uncontrolled at the amount of enjoyment I receive from instructing to be fucked brainless, or used as their slutty litle fuck cozy, or I'm having more demanded of me to be deeper, bigger, harder, faster, or if I'm taking and possessing their cunt like a demon fresh from hell looking for a soul to suck dry. Because it's simple really.