gender longing at the dog park
for some reason, it comes most strongly at the dog park.
i’m alone, throwing the frisbee for my dog, at the park
and i look across the long strech of grass and see a beautiful woman, or girl,
sometimes looking totally casual, playing with their dog,
sometimes in a cute skirt and t-shirt.
but there’s something about the space of contemplation
while i’m alone at the park
thinking
that makes my longing to be
more female
feel so strong.
and while i reject the narrative that trans people feel the “pain” of Gender Identity Disorder
and i accept and embrace my agency and choice
to explore the body and gender that i desire
i still look at that woman in the park
and feel a deep longing
to be able to look like her, in some thrown on sweatpants,
to look so beautiful, in a skirt and flipflops,
to feel more female and be seen that way.
but thanks to modern technology,
as my horoscope said today,
“you can do it.”
well, i’m not really alone here,
i’m with annie, my dog.
maybe she’s just here to lead me to what i need to see.
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- Published:
- 06.05.08 / 12pm
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- gender, mtf, poem, poetry, transgender
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