i fucked them with a strap-on for an hour and we spent the next three days processing our gender dysphoria (and other queer love stories)
there was no label for the relationship between us so we carved a new space and named new constellations for our pet names
they asked me to move in with them, to have a threesome with them, and to love them in that order. i said yes
i wrote them epics of poetry and changed all the pronouns so no one would know
they never bought me a single gift, but made them all by hand with a tight budget and a limitless imagination
every time i saw a sunset i thought of them. sunsets also don't believe in the gender binary.
we traded podcasts about queer theory, books about anti-racism, low-budget antifascism documentaries, and once a kiss
