there's not enough talk about studs on this app! & i want every stud who sees this to know they are loved. wanted. appreciated.
to all the studs who do art, i hope to sit across from you while you draw, paint, sculpt me. going to those silly classes where we draw each other & by the end when we show each other, i'm moved to tears by the way you portray me in such a short amount of time. taking in every detail of my face, even putting the small, barely visible scar above my lip from shaving. by the time i collect myself from my emotions, i'm too embarrassed to show my own art. i turn it around, heat creeping onto my features as it's clear i didn't care for art past middle school. but the moment i get over my own shyness, i see the glisten to your eyes. you're reassuring me that i did fine & there's something in your eye. "totally not crying..." you say as i watch you wipe at the tears that threatened to fall. both pieces are kept & framed in our shared apartment for everyone who comes over to see.
to all the studs who make music or just enjoy it, i hope to share the shitty dollar-store earbuds with you. the ones that make the sound crack unless you hold them a certain way...all because you hate the newer headphones & earbuds. the late night guitar lessons as you show me how to play. you're patient as i get way over my head & ask you to help me play one of my favorite songs. a simple, "i can play it for you." slips past your lips just before you start—the familiar tune filling the room as i watch you move your fingers in a way that says you've done this before. or maybe you like to sing? you taking a shower & i hear the soft hums of whatever song you're currently obsessed with. catching you fully singing as the steam continues to fill the tiny bathroom. i stand just outside the closed door, listening to the rare moment i get to hear your alluring voice.
to all the studs who like to read or even the ones who write, i hope to be the first one to hear about the new book you've finished. picking up a book from your favorite genre, another one from my favorite genre, & a third, something we both have no usual interest in. i bring them home, handing the three books to you with a tinge of accomplishment & excitement. i explain my choices for each title, why i chose each one. you promise to read them all & report back, & i don't doubt you'll have them all read by the end of the week. or getting to be the one to read your first draft of your new book or fanfiction...maybe it's a fandom i'm not particularly interested in? maybe the characters of your story aren't something i'd typically gravitate towards? but nonetheless, i'd read it anyway. i barely have to correct your grammar or spelling, i give you a few pointers on how to word things, singing my praises even though it's only the first , rough draft. wanting to be the one who brings you warm tea at night as you finish the final draft at 4am.
to the studs who love animals, i hope you tell me all the random facts you have stored in your mind. the silly ones, dumb ones, even the ones that only people who work close with said animals know. i push at your shoulder while calling you a "nerd", but i don't mean any harm. the fond admiration in my features as i take you to the zoo or aquarium. taking you on a trail to see your favorite bird or insect. the countless pictures we take—most are blurry but after seeing the way your face lit up, i wouldn't delete a single one of them.
to the studs who loves gaming, & i hope you let me sit in your lap while you play. i praise your skills & tell you to stream it live. playing horror games while i squirm into your neck, hiding my face so i don't get the jumpscare. the countless co-op games you find for us to play & the days spent lounging around playing them.
& to every stud, no matter what interests you have, i hope to enjoy the things you enjoy. to share my own interests with you. being able to share the thing that makes me happy with the person that makes me happy as well. i see you, even if no one else does. ♡