Forget the images you’ve learned to attach
To words like cock and clit,
Chest and breasts.
Break those words open
Like a paramedic cracking ribs
To pump blood through a failing heart.
Though his skin may hardly do more than brush yours,
You will feel him deeper than you think.
A beautiful poem by Gabe Moses that speaks to so many of us whose bodies don’t always line up with the way we see ourselves. Â Sometimes bodies are changed, sometimes it’s attitude and perspective, either way, seeing someone as they see themselves is a beautiful thing.
Realize that bodies are only a fraction of who we are
They’re just oddly-shaped vessels for hearts
And honestly, they can barely contain us
There are times when I question myself, a lot. Â Question whether I’m really the complexly gendered person I talk about, write about, but when I read this poem it all fit. Â Even if I don’t “look” trans, even if other people don’t understand what genderqueer is, this is who I am.
Thank you, Gabe, for saying it so well. Â Click over to this page to read the whole thing.
Bodies have been learning each other forever.
It’s what bodies do.
They are grab bags of parts
And half the fun is figuring out
And thank you, Roxy, for seeing me as I am and as I want to be.
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