#transstuffandmore

Last week, after I went to the barbershop to get a haircut, she called me her handsome son. She uses my correct pronouns, apologizing if she slips up. She reminds me regularly that she loves me and accepts me.

People that truly love you WILL come around, sometimes all they need is time to learn and understand.

The tv glows and buzzes

I know what it means

I know ignoring it

Will just make it louder

But now is not the time

I can’t bask in the glow

It has to stay hidden

Behind books it must go

It casts a dark shadow

The buzz grows louder

But I can’t face it yet

Not until I know

The glow used to be even brighter

It used to bring me joy

But force out of the closet

Put on full display

The glow grew dimmer

Afraid of what would be said

So along with my heart

The tv was buried

Behind the books

The games the movies

Behind everything else

The tv still glows

Just because it’s hidden

Doesn’t mean I don’t look

The glow shines brightly

In its hidden nook.

For those who helped

For those who know

For those I trusted

Ones I hold even dearer

My day will come

I’ll get to tear down

All that hides

That tv’s glow

By Calair Royce Clarke (my chosen name)

Not pretty in the way girls are.

i wanna be a pretty boy.

i wanna be the kind of pretty that seems unreal. like something out of a romance novel. this boy that’s so pretty you couldn’t believe he could exist. pretty in the way that gives girls butterflies and makes boys ask themselves questions.

The pretty boy you see in the library and are watching because he’s cute and you don’t wanna miss him.

That’s what i wanna be. pretty in that plain but absolutely compelling way. it’s such a want.