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there is a boy
who grew up
without boys
misshapen thing
in a world of women
girls
the fairer sex
the only sex
and he never learned to be
a man
until he thought he did
mastered stupid things
vapid obscenities
an appreciation of the obtuse
the gentle art of the obnoxious front
feelings are lame
fucking is awesome
brash greetings
the secret language of drunk
and he was happy
for a while he was happy
but he was only a visitor
his masculinity a mask
a veneer
he used words like veneer
an immediate disqualifier
his drag act ran its course
his newfound pack smelled outsider
and left
left him to the world of gay best friend
her sympathetic confidante
not one of us
never one of us
and now what he has is memories
of being a better chameleon
grief
for something that never really was
pinocchio dreams
trapped under wood
and a life
never really lived.

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Raz Solo

Macquarie Park, Australia

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Some musing on masculinity I did sitting out in the park last night…I am trying to force myself to flex my writing muscles a bit more again :)

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