#pw29

[pridewrite]

Prompt: Transmasc (#pw29)

Trans masculine identities are those of people who were assigned female at birth, but do not identify as female. They are a broad group of people who may identify as male, non-binary, agender, or genderqueer and many more.

Prompt: Journey (#pw alt29)

From the journey of queer self-discovery to the story of your transition; a classic heroes' journey worthy of the Iliad or Odyssey to the latest hijinks your adventuring party have stumbled into; there are many directions you can take this prompt, and many places to get lost along the way.

[daydreamidea]

Transmasc

“Deven you really need to change, that get up is way to formal for this.”

“What do you mean?” Deven looked down at himself, he really didn’t get what Primrose meant by that. Was it the dress shirt and the vest? Or both of those with the dress slacks? This interview had cameras, he wanted to look good, how is this too formal?

“I mean you look like a waiter. At least change into a patterned shirt or something dude.”

“Fine, fine.” Deven stepped back into his walk in closet, shutting the door behind him. He shared the closet with his wife Helena, but none the less half of the clothes inside were his own, so he really never ran out of options. He unbuttoned his vest and dress shirt, dropping them to the floor and starting to finger through the hangers of shirts. He pulled out a dark brown shirt with black lacing on the collar and sleeve cuffs. He held it up in front of himself and looked in the mirror, approving of the total look he pulled it off the hanger and unbuttoned it. Pulling it on he saw his chest scars disappear behind the fabric, French tucking the top into his pants.

It always felt nice to smooth down his shirts, just appreciating himself and his body in little ways. It was nice to like how he looked, even on his bad days, it felt better. He stepped back out of the closet with some flair, showing off his change of attire.

“You still look way to dressed up for this, it’s a fucking radio interview, no one will see you.”

“Yes, that is true, but when I hear it later a want to know the interviewer though I looked hot.”

“They always fucking do! You’re the hot one!”

“No that’s Helena. I’m her arm candy.”

[tiredlittleoldme]

Should have known

I got confused

 I saw a girl and thought I was gay.

   I dated a guy and figured “I’m bi”

Now I guess I’m ace

 Tomorrow who knows

I just know

   (Should have known)

I was never straight

  (Hell ! I can’t even trace a straight line!)

And I guess. I should have known

I should have known when I was playing “The game of Life”

 (You know, that boardgame with pink and blue pegs)

I should have known

   When I asked my mother

      If I had to get married

      If I could be blue this time

      If I could have a pink peg next to mine.

Should have guessed, should have guessed;

  Should have known 

(Maybe I was a stupid kid)

I don’t know. I guess I’ll never know

  I guess I’ll never be finished

 I’m okay with that.

I’m just left with that “Should have known”

 And now I figure...

Should have known I was anti capitalist

   When I didn’t want any money

      I just wanted to have fun.