It hurts. It hurts to type, to move, to sit still. It hurts to talk, to be silent; it hurts to look in the mirror and see me. A year, and I don't recognize the blue grey eyes in the physically disjointed reflection. She never existed before. He never existed before. We always existed. To … Continue reading Rising Sun
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Awake at 4am
The nightmares don't go away. They settle into the night alongside the sounds of gentle snoring and the shifting water off the darkened fishtank. Nighttime is loud, and ominous; not for the darkness, but for the stillness. The time that stretches between midnight and daybreak is infinite, unwavering, unchanging. I sit in it, sometimes trying … Continue reading Awake at 4am
Living Truth
When I was in college I regularly attended counseling sessions at the (be shocked) the counseling center. Every time I went I had to fill out a form identifying who I was, how I was feeling etc etc. The form asked me to identify my gender. Each time I would cross out gender, write sex, … Continue reading Living Truth
Living Between Two Genders
I know that I normally write poetry with the occasional smattering of short stories, letters and social commentary, but I have something I want to talk about. I want to talk about me. Shocking I know, for a blogger to speak of him or herself, but here we are, and with the title being what … Continue reading Living Between Two Genders
Faith Taryn Davies 