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"I thought it would make the pain go away," He whispers, looking at himself in the mirror. He traces one of the red puffy scars under his chest where B-cups used to be. The skin is still so puffy and sore, but he trails it with feather-like touches. "You know, make me feel more like…. me. A boy. But, now I just have these ugly, stupid scars. They remind me that, no matter how hard I try, I'm still not a boy."
Brooklyn, standing behind him, places her chin on his shoulder and wraps her arms around his waist. Her fingertips slip under the waistband of his jeans and of his boxers.
"You're scars," she says, kissing his neck. "Are anything but ugly and stupid." Brooklyn says strongly, her voice not more than a breathless whisper ghosting over heated skin. "They show me that my boyfriend is brave, and strong, and absolutely brilliant. That you're a fighter and you've persevered and overcome more than others our age will ever even begin to comprehend.
"You're right, though," Brooklyn says, her hands moving from His waistband to slide slowly up his sides, resting solidly on his hips. "You're not a boy."
He gasps and tries to turn wildly back towards Brooklyn, but her hands hold him steady, forcing him to look in the mirror.
"You're not a boy," She repeats, mouth hovering dangerously close to the sensitive skin of His collarbone. "You're a man."
Brooklyn, standing behind him, places her chin on his shoulder and wraps her arms around his waist. Her fingertips slip under the waistband of his jeans and of his boxers.
"You're scars," she says, kissing his neck. "Are anything but ugly and stupid." Brooklyn says strongly, her voice not more than a breathless whisper ghosting over heated skin. "They show me that my boyfriend is brave, and strong, and absolutely brilliant. That you're a fighter and you've persevered and overcome more than others our age will ever even begin to comprehend.
"You're right, though," Brooklyn says, her hands moving from His waistband to slide slowly up his sides, resting solidly on his hips. "You're not a boy."
He gasps and tries to turn wildly back towards Brooklyn, but her hands hold him steady, forcing him to look in the mirror.
"You're not a boy," She repeats, mouth hovering dangerously close to the sensitive skin of His collarbone. "You're a man."
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Homophobia Is Gay
This one goes out to every boy bullied after school
Because he kissed his boyfriend in public
This one goes out to every girl that their father won`t look at
Because he caught her holding hands in the mall with her girlfriend
This is for every father who isn`t allowed to see his child
Because he`s married to another man, and his child`s mother is homophobic
This one is for every mother whose child is in a foster home
Because she is married to another woman
To every boy who is afraid to use the public bathroom
Because he might get security dragging him out
To every girl who is afraid to show her face in class
Because the cool girls
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Boy...?
I used to wear dresses and play with dolls,
While wishing I was playing in the mud.
I used to go shopping and wear lots of pink,
While wondering what boxers would feel like.
Now I know what I am, I don't question for a second.
But everyone else,
What do they see?
I look like a boy through and through,
Everyone calls me a he at first.
Then I talk to them.
My voice is high.
They notice something is up.
And they apologize.
And I die a little inside.
"May I go to my locker?"
"Yes, ma'am, you may."
Can't you see that I'm a boy, are you blind?
My full name... What boy is named that?
Mother, why? Why label me this?
There's a boy
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Gay? Who? Me.
Are you gay?
The question at first startled me.
Speechless, unsure what I could say.
Are you gay?
The second time it was asked and I was silent
I had heard it before, but just earlier that day.
Are you gay?
Each time it was asked it filled me with shock.
What did it matter either way?
Are you gay?
When it was asked for the last time, I was at a loss.
Should I lie or lay in the bed I had made?
I am gay.
Maybe I am too young to know,
But this is what my heart wills me to say.
I am gay.
Maybe it is foolish to say so,
Yet it would be true to this day.
I am gay.
There can be hate or they can embrace.
I won't waver either way.
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Beautiful!