You know, you want it all. The attainable and otherwise.
And then one day, I kissed a girl. I do not know how it came to be. I kissed a girl I did not even like.
A week in the day of a non-binary person is a ride, but not a particularly fun one. And yet, they won’t stop living life the way they want to.
She looks at me incredulously. She repeats, softly this time, “I want out.” I respond softly, “I know, babe. You got it.”