It’s 2:45 PM on Monday. I always have lunch on MWF with my boyfriend
who actually is a biological female who feels like a guy on the inside, which means
I am dating a preop FTM transgendered American citizen also meaning she is "he" who is my boyfriend. This also means that technically I am gay because I am in
love with a female that really is internally a male. It’s a lot to wrap your
head around I know. I was hopping it Picadilly (our favorite laidback place. No
drama here always.) to meet Terry,
my boyfriend. After I sat down, with him after getting my Super Dilly, I was met
with, “I have something to tell you.” I had barely sweetened my ice tea with
one artificial blue and pink sweetener. “I’m straight,” he said with a straight
face. I stared at my baked chicken which looked confused as I did. Terry (Terri
when he was she) looked at me, he was
casually dressed like an alternative Rockband player. I pondered my sexuality
for a bit. You know sexuality seems easier in high school when you just have straight
and gay and no between. However, sexuality in the real world was like a
calculus problem, complex as hell. “So, you are telling me…that you are a
female…that feels like a male…who realized that he was gay…but now you are
telling me that you are a male who has realized he is straight,” I should have
gotten a regular Dilly. “Yes, so I have to break up with you. I am in love with
a woman,” Terry grabbed my hand that was holding my fork and asked, “We can still
friends?” I looked at Terry and then at my food. “Friends let friends enjoy
their Dillys at Picadilly,” I thought.
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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