princess

Casper_the_ghost

I'm queer.

do I have to spell it out?

Q-U-E-E-R

I'm queer,

do you hear me?

of course you don't

I'm screaming it from the rooftops

of the cityscape in my head

because you wouldn't understand

you've told me you don't want to understand

maybe it would be different when it's your own child?

more than likely not

I'm sure you'd be just as confused by me

just as disgusted by me

you'd call me it

you'd say

so you want to be a they

you'd say

you have to be a boy or a girl

you'd say

just choose one

you'd say

I'm okay with the gays, but this too?

this is too much

I know it's too much

I know I'm too much for your fragile brain to handle

so I pretend to be your pretty little cishet princess

because I want you to love me

even if the me I show you is an act

you love that pretty princess

and every so often I can actually believe I'm her

every so often I can pretend you love me

  • Author: Casper James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2021 09:37
  • Category: Family
  • Views: 13
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  • Caring dove

    Sad writing . Difficult to feel like we wouldn’t be accepted by our families when we should be

    • Casper_the_ghost

      It is a difficult feeling and a difficult thing to come to terms with, but through the struggle, I've met some of the best found family I could ask for.

    • Paul Bell

      I think parents like square pegs in square holes, so when the square peg doesn't go into the round hole, it confuses them. Give them time.

      • Casper_the_ghost

        I've given them years and they are no closer to accepting me. However, I've let go of the expectation that they will be able to understand me fully and I'm better off for it. Although it's painful sometimes, they're still my family and I love them.

        • Paul Bell

          Remind them you pick their old folks home.



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