K&C 3
Two boys.
Well, some might argue not real boys.
One transitioned
The other not
Both men
Both loved each other
No matter how any outsider decided to look at them
Look at their relationship
It was queer
It was love
Take it back, Take it WAY back
“Even though we’re all born an created equal
We’re not treated equally
There’s extremists on every side
And you should just do your best to live life
And let other people believe whatever they wanna believe
As long as they’re not hurtin’ anybody
You can believe they’re going to hell
You can believe it’s not right
You can believe you’re superior, fine
Just stop killing each other”
Take It Back
By Logic
Album: Everybody
Love
The smile that won’t leave your face
The laughs that interrupt your words
Around them
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He smelled like friendship
Arms open
Charming grin
An honestly sincere person
His voice boomed
Welcoming us
For a moment
A short snapshot
His arms extended
Two people each side
I stood to his left
Right beside him
Comfortable
Like he’d been a friend my whole life
Everyone else who got a snapshot?
Undeserving
(Though that could just be me)
I stood next to Cyborg
I stood next to King Ezekiel
I stood next to Khary Payton
- -
The surface may change
But never the heart
But never the brain
The foundation
To each individual
Will never change
Sometimes we’re lucky
We climb higher than deserved
Sometimes we’re shit out of lucky
And fall down a hell rabbit hole
Weather it shows or not
There is a foundation
A foundation that won’t and can’t change
The Conversation
“Don’t you wish that we could leave?”
“Maybe”
“But don’t you feel unfulfilled? Unsatisfied?”
“No. Do you?”
“There’s just something I feel this world can’t give me.”
“Like what?”
“Well...”
“I won’t judge.
“I’m not crazy, but I seek fantasy. I KNOW it’s impossible, but I want to be what I’m not. Even if it’s dangerous. Even WHEN it’s dangerous. It’s interesting. There’s always something happening.”
“But what about your own personality?”
“I like it, but... I don’t want to be me. There’s just something inside me that doesn’t want to be me. There’s just something inside me that doesn’t know how to be me. How to make a name for myself. How to be care free. How to be interesting. How to have my own story. One that I want to live.”
“Wow. That’s pretty deep.”
“Heh... yeah... I-it’s not that I’m looking for an easy way. It just feels like my life has no real meaning. And I know you’re gonna say, ‘Then give it meaning’, but it’s really not that easy. I feel lost. Half the time I feel void of any sort of self.”
“That sounds heavy. What do you do to keep those feelings at bay?”
“Making stories. Drawing characters. Living vicariously through my art, but then I snap out of it and the feelings come back.
...
How do you live with purpose?”
“I don’t. I just don’t think about it. I just trust that there’s a reason. I trust that things will happen and everything will be good.”
“That’s a lot of trust to give...”
K&C 2
“Don’t grow a beard.”
“What? Why? Don’t you think I would look pretty sexy~?” Carlo wore a Dolce and Gabbana model expression with his signature smile. This was the look that could convince Kyou to do anything.
“You asked for my opinion. I say nope” Kyou replied. He looked out across the cantina from their booth in the far corner. Carlo wrapped his arm around Kyou. The music and low lights felt like home, and Carlo was his shield. He felt untouchable.
“Not even a goatee or a five o’clock shadow?”
“I don’t know if this is stupid but,” Kyou paused.
“Go ahead. I love stupid questions.”
“Can you even grow a beard?”
“You really don’t know all your options being trans, do you?”
Kyou got defensive, “W-well, it’s not like I got a queer welcoming committee guiding me through the phases.”
Carlo laughed, “¡No mierda! Nobody gets that. You have to find it out yourself.”
He pulled away from Carlo, arms crossed. Planting his feet on the table, the soothing smell of smoke billowed in his face. Carlo waved a joint in his partner’s face. That’s all it really took to make up after an argument. Just smoke it out. Kyou snatched the joint, inhaling deeply. Exhale.
“See,” Carlo began to explain, “You can’t grow a beard because you’re pre-T. Pre-testosterone. Your body doesn’t naturally make enough to give you more masculine traits like body hair and a deep voice. On the other hand, I’m on T. I actually take testosterone injections, so I’m more able to have those traits.”
“Oh,” He thought about the new information, “if you really wanted to, you could do a five o’clock shadow, but I prefer your smooth face.”
“¿Sí?~”
“Hai.”
Kyou smiled. Carlo leaned in, he coughed on the smoke Kyou blew in his face.
“What the hell?” He laughed and coughed, which sounded a little like something dying.
“I thought you should try a smoke beard first” he smiled.
“You are such a child” he smiled back.
The Best Life Quote
“What do you get when you take 8-feet of chrome, one pinch of courage, a cup of good luck, a dab of racism, a splash of diabetes, and a wheelbarrow of stage 4 cancer? Answer: A family. See? I didn't lie what kind of film this was. If there's anything you take away today - other than the need to google "what the fuck is dubstep" - it's that we all need to belong to someone.”
-Deadpool (Deadpool 2)
K&C
Lips met;
Understanding hands felt their way around;
Love based in trust
Under the warm summer night
FTM
Crawling in my skin
Muscles tighten
Spasms
Spurts
Voices forcing tics
Peering down
To a body consumed in dysphoria
Sometimes it seems better if I would just rip them off myself