I am asexual, I cross dress. I prefer she pronouns. I LOVE chicken pot pie.
"Cartoons? Isn’t that for kids?" I look up and smile " Yes it is" Suddenly my appearance shifts and shrinks as I become a child. All my money turns to monopoly money and all my bills are gone. My adult responsibilities vanish, finally the spell is broken, and I am free.
"Family gatherings" aka "90% of the people here are racist"
"and claim to be none of these things"
"they’re just joking"
"you’re just going through a phase"
"you’ll get used to it"
"so do you have a boyfriend yet?"
Is this for Poetry Week? I smell a finalist! And smoke! I think your bed is on fire. I think it was the Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home. In fact, it was, she left a note. It’s just a caricature of Hans Christian Andersen. I don’t think she’s sorry.