VirtualExile

we are the narrators for these bodies

It’s like taking off
a straight jacket
slowly

These bindings of
gender

#nonbinary
#TransDayOfVisibility

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OK, here's what you're supposed to see in this poem, we authors so rarely talk out loud --

the first line is about speed, taking off, the emotional explosion,
second line, is what you're exploding from, the straight, jacket, not one word, but two, to emphasize the straight, and the jacket, something you are wearing on the outside to look like a straight person,
slowly, slowly, don't we all approach the closet door slowly, is it secret, is it safe?

Peeking out

these bindings of gender, these were a loose jacket, I could've taking it off like a jet plane, taking off, but, slowly, these are bindings, I've been bound, and you must need to remove bindings slowly, your limbs are asleep, they're tingly, slowly,

now, you're removing these bindings of gender

mirrorality


What if I met me? Sudden copy, we're both me, we're both us, no difference, but, suddenly two of us facing each other,

I think I'd want to kiss me, massage me, pleasure me,

can't masturbate me, or fuck me, we're both locked,

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snuggles, playing with each other's holes, but, -- would we talk? maybe not, no need, just do to each other what we've always wanted to do to ourselves,

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But I've always been right here, Bug, I've always been right here, and so have you,