i cant wait til the day when i can lay flat on my chest and stomach. when i can zip a tight motorcycle jacket up my flat chest and ride until the thoughts stop and there's just me, the road, and the air whipping fast all around me; roar of the bike deafening my ears - clearing my head. right now im on the bus forcing a facade of male confidence to people who only see me as a bulldyke trying to be a boi. never seeing the man that hides inside..sitting there impatiently screaming for a chance to get out.. to run wild. and sometimes just screaming cause everything on the outside hurts so bad.
i was writing to a friend online and suddenly this came out. thought id share it with the blog world. best.
Ray
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Ah, you speak of freedom! I was talking to one of my friends today about how intoxicating true freedom would be.
You share my motorcycle vision... Think of the rush!
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