You Saw Me

Is it fate that we have met so many times? Brief encounters in our winding paths but I remember each moment as though it were yesterday. I remember the day we first crossed paths. You liked my outfit, said it reminded you of the lesbian flag. You saw right through literal beard, the deep voice, the unkempt hair. You saw me before I knew myself.

It was a year or two later when I had begun to understand what you saw - my skin softened and my femininity embraced - when I saw those boudoir photographs of you. Someone like me, someone who inspired me to embrace the art of my body.

Finally after a few more brief encounters we are friends. We create art with our bodies together. The more we learn about the other the more we learn about ourselves. I tower over you, yet your strength and handsome demeanor overpower me. We both embrace the feminine and masculine together but from opposite beginnings. We are dykes. Trans dykes and dandies. Suits and dresses, leather and lingerie - all part of the expressive pallet we share. Butch 4 butch but also femme 4 femme. Transfem and transmasc. Soft and strong. A little bit of everything but always queer as fuck.