“You’re like me. Aren’t you? “
I was mortified.
(wha?!! Am I fuck!!)
(I’m nothing like you!)
“Come, sit here.”
(Help me)
Bla bla bla “Do you like Elvis?’
(why are you doing this to me)
(I don’t even know you)
(you scare me)
(your hair is horrible)
(I’m NOTHING like you).
On holiday. Portugal.
A Kiss.
From a girl.
(i’m nothing like you)
Kiss Breasts.
Years later.
Car Crash.
(I could’ve died. Died and never been with a girl)
Lesbos.
So fucking corny. Totally by accident.
I’m one of them.
(Really?)
What do I do?
You’re a natural.
Butch Barbie, Liverpool
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "day six" (2)
aww this is a gorgeous piece of denial exploration transition and discovery – love your humour running through, thanks Butch Barbie
That’s fantastic, a whole coming out story in a few lines. Love the last line. 😉