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Male Arms
it doesn’t un-man me to say
that a kink in my design
might have bent me out of shape
and made me something new
(and just as worthy of respect)
I don’t relinquish what I am
by admitting that male arms
were what I wanted in the dark,
when lost and sensitive to pain
I imagined those arms around me
that a kink in my design
might have bent me out of shape
and made me something new
(and just as worthy of respect)
I don’t relinquish what I am
by admitting that male arms
were what I wanted in the dark,
when lost and sensitive to pain
I imagined those arms around me
Published 26th Apr 2022
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26th Apr 2022 11:44pm
This has a gorgeous vulnerability to it. I think that gives the piece as a whole a superpower all of its own. There’s a quiet desperation here that (I’m not sure enjoyed is the right word) I found captivating.
Thank you for sharing this. And fuck what other people think. I don’t wanna like go full Gemma Collins here, but you do you, hun.
*Essex accent for free*
-M
Thank you for sharing this. And fuck what other people think. I don’t wanna like go full Gemma Collins here, but you do you, hun.
*Essex accent for free*
-M
26th Apr 2022 11:54pm
Thank you, Missy, I really appreciate that, and your essential Essex-ness is one of your many estimable qualities, in my book.
