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The smell of his sweat lingered on my pillow last night and I found myself breathing it in until I could no longer find his scent.
bisexual steve harrington and trans eddie munson exploring each others bodies for the first time to “eyes without a face” by billy idol
there is something so beautiful about a man that is both transgender and a boy kisser
to the boy who sits next to me in seventh period algebra, the one with fluffy light brown hair, the one who throws paper airplanes at me when the teacher isn’t looking, the one who drew an a-plus on my page when the teacher didn’t stamp mine, the one who told me his birthday but miscalculated how many days away it was, and the one who doesn’t remember me from middle school but makes an effort to greet me every day of my senior year:
i want to tell you how cute i think you are and i wish i could give you a kiss on the cheek after class each day and i want to give you the pink starburst and i hope your birthday was as joyful as you make me. and when i ask you to the football game next friday, i hope you’ll say yes. even though i am a boy, and even though i am trans, i hope the smiles and stares you sneak at me are truthful.