February 14th [182] - Dress Up Like A Man...

One would think dressing up as and acting as the opposite sex for a day would be strange and weird. The opposite for the roommates and I. In fact, we enjoyed knowing we would dress and act like men on Valentine's Day and even more ironic was to watch the Valentine's Day film playing in theaters. Just in case my wording was off the roommates and I (who are biologically female) would dress up and act as if were biologically male, go out on Valentine's Day (a holiday built around romance) and end the night by watching Valentine's Day on V-Day.

The day started out late because the night before we had gone off to Fisherman's Wharf only to return late in the evening. My legs were hurting from the walking as well as the soles of my feet from the boots constricting them. Fashion and beauty is pain. Nonetheless, I woke around nine in the morning for my body thought it best to get up before the other two. I distracted my...

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You weren't there:
The day I turned 13
I was a teen,
Someone more mature.
Someone new in school, but what else was new?

You weren't there:
The day I turned 16
Got My permit, a bit late but that's just me
I'm bigger than you'll remember ....if you remember

You weren't there:
When I became an adult....
18 years old...
I can buy smokes (not that I would..)
I can vote (If there's anyone worth voting for)
I'm going to college...I hope I make it

You Aren't Here:
I'm 20 now,
Out of the teens,
So much is different a lot of things have changed
I'm not so shy, quite the opposite.
I didn't make it through college..
I'm working though...

I've found someone who loves me, and treats me right.
You'd like him, I know you would

You wont be there:
If I get married,
You can't walk me down the asile (If that ever happens)
You can't give m...

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Stuart

Humming and strumming and singing on stage
he captivates and fascinates, his aura glowing bright.
And as I listened to him that night I felt alive.

Alive, alive, alive again! And when he played
I felt its machinations in my soul.
And when I cheered I knew that I had left
a mark of admiration deep within his heart.

Honesty and experience drip from his mouth,
like raindrops from the storm.
And listening to him sing and play
left me feeling safe and warm.

As my heart filled with joy, my head filled with awe,
and I was slightly saddened at thought that my words
would never match the beauty that his hold.
It isn't competition, just the hunger to create.
And my ever present sense of the mediocrity I own.

But the more I listened, the more I forgot,
the more I could let go. I let my ego waft
from my grasp, carried by his notes.

Up until yesterday, I hadn’t logged into the site in almost a year. The reasons I had were very few, but they were powerful enough to keep me away for such a long time. It took a couple of close friends being treated badly where I had been writing for me to return. Since logging in yesterday, I have to admit, I feel almost like I did the day I applied. The site feels almost overwhelming, but it’s like riding a bike. Some of the people that I called friends here before still remember me, even though I changed the way my displayed name read. (a reminder was needed, but who could blame them after so long)

But, seeing how helpful everyone is, and the way that one of my friends is being received when he applied had renewed the reasons on why I was here so long ago and why I stayed when I was here. I intend on staying now, but getting into the swing of things may be slow going at first. I know that a few of the people I used to write with are no longer here, but I do look...

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