Boy in skirt, lost
To certain erosion of
Omnipresent othering words
Now, never normal nonetheless, envious
Of old assumed unbotheredness
Sure of disinterest in
Skirts, knowing it won't
Ever again truly be his
Gemaakt: 24/02/2024
Grootte: A2
Oriëntatie: landscape
Type: drawing
Te Koop:
Mine
Vaguely, I remember a boy in a skirt at one point, lying on a couch, sleeping, sucking his thumb. I don't and can't know if it's true, but lying there, he looks so unbothered by it all, just living his life exactly how he wants, at least as far as a child can do whatever he wants.
My parents try to make me believe that I used to be that boy, but I know that can't be true. I've never been so chill, not even while I'm sleeping, or at least it's hard to imagine.
I also couldn't imagine wanting to wear a skirt, but my parents tell me it's true. There's really no issue here. I don't want to wear skirts anymore, if I did, I would.
Except that I'm scared that they took that decision from me and that I wouldn't want to, even if I tried, and if I did want to, I wouldn't do it.
But it's easier to not think about it and to do what I enjoy. It's not like I'm that normal anyway.
