I wanted a cock
between my legs
because
I wanted a cock
of my own.
That was the reason
for most of my twenties.
I’d have fucked
any number of men
to be my own man,
and I tried my hardest
to figure out
how to take from them
what I felt I needed
to be whole.
The Reason
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Tags:
cock, depression, future, gender, gender dysphoria, man, manhood, men, penis envy, poem, poetry, sexism, transgender, twenties, woman
Comments
5 responses to “The Reason”
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Powerful.
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Thank you. It’s a big thing to write about.
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It’s amazing how you can read something one day that totally hits the nail on the head for what you’ve been wondering about (even torturing yourself over) for years. I love this.
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Glad to hear it. I think I’m also consistently amazed by just how alike we all are, as human beings.
Thanks for reading, and for the comment.
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That’s the truth. For as much as many people liked to divide us into their ‘neat’ little boxes, we certainly aren’t unique as a whole.
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