A Friend Don’t look at me that way, Don’t give me hope. It hurts. My heart breaks but I smile I don’t want you to know How I feel about you Because it would ruin This friendship that we have. Do you, perhaps, love me? Or am I just a friend? What’s going through your mind When you smile at me? How do I know if it’s Just you being a friend? Or do you feel something More than only friendship? I’ve never cried before About someone I desired. Am I only a friend?

A Friend

Don’t look at me that way,
Don’t give me hope. It hurts.
My heart breaks but I smile
I don’t want you to know
How I feel about you
Because it would ruin
This friendship that we have.
Do you, perhaps, love me?
Or am I just a friend?

What’s going through your mind
When you smile at me?
How do I know if it’s
Just you being a friend?
Or do you feel something
More than only friendship?
I’ve never cried before
About someone I desired.
Am I only a friend?

Your Smile Why do you have to smile when I speak? Why do you have to be so beautiful? Because all I want to do is kiss your lips But it’s not an action you would welcome. I count the hours ‘til I see you again, My day’s not complete without you in it. But I’m only causing myself heartache ‘Cause I’m not what you want in a partner. So I’ll keep my affections to myself, Simply content to try to make you smile.

Your Smile

Why do you have to smile when I speak?
Why do you have to be so beautiful?
Because all I want to do is kiss your lips
But it’s not an action you would welcome.

I count the hours ‘til I see you again,
My day’s not complete without you in it.
But I’m only causing myself heartache
‘Cause I’m not what you want in a partner.

So I’ll keep my affections to myself,
Simply content to try to make you smile.

Passing Passing. I hate that word. To me it means that I’m not something or less than. And yet, it is the word I am forced to use when people identify me with my gender rather than my sex. Am I less than a man because I have a body different from most other men? Am I not a man because a doctor decided to label me a girl? Don’t say that I pass. I don’t pass. I am.

Passing

Passing. I hate that word.

To me it means that I’m not something or less than. And yet, it is the word I am forced to use when people identify me with my gender rather than my sex.

Am I less than a man because I have a body different from most other men? Am I not a man because a doctor decided to label me a girl?

Don’t say that I pass. I don’t pass. I am.

Middle Ground Not quite a man, never a woman I am trapped somewhere in the middle. My mind tells me I should look one way; My body dictates another path. I’ve been sentenced to this no-man’s land, Wandering, confused and all alone. I can’t pretend to be a woman. But can I ever pass as a man? Whoever thought that the middle ground Would be a place filled with so much pain? My mind had become a battlefield And I’m stuck somewhere in the middle.

Middle Ground

Not quite a man, never a woman
I am trapped somewhere in the middle.
My mind tells me I should look one way;
My body dictates another path.

I’ve been sentenced to this no-man’s land,
Wandering, confused and all alone.
I can’t pretend to be a woman.
But can I ever pass as a man?

Whoever thought that the middle ground
Would be a place filled with so much pain?
My mind had become a battlefield
And I’m stuck somewhere in the middle.

Am I Selfish? Am I selfish for killing her, The daughter, the sister, the girl? Selfish because I want to live? That I’m tired of punishing My body with a razor blade? Am I selfish for being me, The boy, the man I’ve always been? Selfish for wanting happiness? That I can no longer bear to Be seen as a girl, a woman. Am I selfish?

Am I Selfish?

Am I selfish for killing her,
The daughter, the sister, the girl?
Selfish because I want to live?
That I’m tired of punishing
My body with a razor blade?

Am I selfish for being me,
The boy, the man I’ve always been?
Selfish for wanting happiness?
That I can no longer bear to
Be seen as a girl, a woman.

Am I selfish?

Thoughtless I don’t think you meant it, But your words were trigg’ring. I know I look female. Please stop reminding me, My body doesn’t match And I will be hard pressed To find a man to love. Don’t you know it breaks me? You have no idea How I wish I could change, What I would not give. Please don’t be so thoughtless.

Thoughtless

I don’t think you meant it,
But your words were trigg’ring.
I know I look female.
Please stop reminding me,
My body doesn’t match
And I will be hard pressed
To find a man to love.
Don’t you know it breaks me?
You have no idea
How I wish I could change,
What I would not give.
Please don’t be so thoughtless.

How Do You Have Sex? Isn’t that the most wonderful question? I had someone ask me that last night when he found out I wasn’t just an ftm, but that I was a gay one. Um, none of your business! I don’t ask you that, so don’t ask me. I am not going to favor that one with a reply.

How Do You Have Sex?

Isn’t that the most wonderful question? I had someone ask me that last night when he found out I wasn’t just an ftm, but that I was a gay one. Um, none of your business! I don’t ask you that, so don’t ask me. I am not going to favor that one with a reply.

There’s a Man in the Woman’s Bathroom For most people, going to the bathroom is simply a matter of finding a bathroom and then waiting for the next available stall. That can be a bit of an issue, especially when there’s a line or the bathrooms are hard to come by, but these are the only troubles for them. However, for those of us whose sex is different from our gender, it’s not so easy. We have problems that few people ever thinks of. Ideally, we find gender neutral bathrooms, the family bathroom at most places. But when we use them, mothers scowl at us because they can’t take their children in until we are through. Then they whisper to their children about us as we walk by, calling us freaks, teaching them to hate us before they know what the word means. But when those bathrooms are unavailable, to avoid legal trouble, we have to go to the bathroom of our sex.—Yes, we can get arrested for trying to relieve our bladders.—Nothing is more uncomfortable than a man being forced to use the woman’s bathroom or vice versa, especially when we express our gender with our clothing Yet that is my reality and that of so many other people. To avoid situations like these, most of us try to wait until we get home. No matter how uncomfortable we get, for our mental well being, we hold it in. This can cause serious health problems though because waiting too long because can result in bladder infections and all sorts of other nasty ailments. But people don’t see it like this. All they see is sex, refusing to accept that gender had nothing to do with what’s in our pants. We don’t fall into the sex equals gender system that had been forced upon us by misguided men and women who wish to instill their phobia on society. I am a man, but I’m forced to use the women’s bathroom.

There’s a Man in the Woman’s Bathroom

For most people, going to the bathroom is simply a matter of finding a bathroom and then waiting for the next available stall. That can be a bit of an issue, especially when there’s a line or the bathrooms are hard to come by, but these are the only troubles for them.

However, for those of us whose sex is different from our gender, it’s not so easy. We have problems that few people ever thinks of.

Ideally, we find gender neutral bathrooms, the family bathroom at most places. But when we use them, mothers scowl at us because they can’t take their children in until we are through. Then they whisper to their children about us as we walk by, calling us freaks, teaching them to hate us before they know what the word means.

But when those bathrooms are unavailable, to avoid legal trouble, we have to go to the bathroom of our sex.—Yes, we can get arrested for trying to relieve our bladders.—Nothing is more uncomfortable than a man being forced to use the woman’s bathroom or vice versa, especially when we express our gender with our clothing Yet that is my reality and that of so many other people.

To avoid situations like these, most of us try to wait until we get home. No matter how uncomfortable we get, for our mental well being, we hold it in. This can cause serious health problems though because waiting too long because can result in bladder infections and all sorts of other nasty ailments.

But people don’t see it like this. All they see is sex, refusing to accept that gender had nothing to do with what’s in our pants. We don’t fall into the sex equals gender system that had been forced upon us by misguided men and women who wish to instill their phobia on society.

I am a man, but I’m forced to use the women’s bathroom.

Sexuality vs. Gender Identity When are people going to understand that sexuality and gender identity have nothing in common? I’m tired of defending myself for calling myself gay and I’m transgender. I am a gay man and I am a trans* man. I can be both. No I’m not a straight girl. I am not a butch lesbian. I am who I am. Don’t try to prove me wrong, that I don’t know what I’m talking about. This is MY life and I know I’m not the only one struggling with this.

Sexuality vs. Gender Identity

When are people going to understand that sexuality and gender identity have nothing in common? I’m tired of defending myself for calling myself gay and I’m transgender. I am a gay man and I am a trans* man. I can be both. No I’m not a straight girl. I am not a butch lesbian. I am who I am.

Don’t try to prove me wrong, that I don’t know what I’m talking about. This is MY life and I know I’m not the only one struggling with this.

We Exist Don’t tell me it’s a phase, that I’m lying to myself ‘Cause you and I both know this Is how I’ve always been. You can preach this all you want But it’s you who’s lying. You think that if you convince People that I’m deceived That those like me are liars, Your lie becomes the truth. I hate to break it to you; We exist. We are real. To those who believe this lie: Thinking something’s one way Doesn’t mean it really is. Science ice taught people That out round planet was flat, But now we know the truth. We exist and we matter. We deserve to have rights, Not to be trod underfoot. What makes your life worth more Than the worth you’ve assigned me? We’re human beings too!

We Exist

Don’t tell me it’s a phase, that
I’m lying to myself
‘Cause you and I both know this
Is how I’ve always been.
You can preach this all you want
But it’s you who’s lying.

You think that if you convince
People that I’m deceived
That those like me are liars,
Your lie becomes the truth.
I hate to break it to you;
We exist. We are real.

To those who believe this lie:
Thinking something’s one way
Doesn’t mean it really is.
Science ice taught people
That out round planet was flat,
But now we know the truth.

We exist and we matter.
We deserve to have rights,
Not to be trod underfoot.
What makes your life worth more
Than the worth you’ve assigned me?
We’re human beings too!