Tangled Web

Deceptions of a transgender guy


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Thread

Two people clinging to a thread

Once we’d wake up every day
And smiled remembering
How we loved the night away
Now we look for small talk
When it’s time to dim the light
Then we both pretend we’re tired
We can always love some other night

So we wake up in the morning
And we go our separate ways
Present in our silence
As the music softly plays
Each day like the day before
We tell ourselves
We’ll try once more
Till once again we lie here
Barely touching in our bed
We’re just two people
Clinging to a thread

And so we just pretend a bit
And we never say the words
That spell the end of it
Still we go on trying
To fan the dying spark


And sometimes

Even reach out

For each other in the dark

Written by Harry Lloyd Gloria Sklerov 

Mouth sewn shut


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That of which we do not speak

Trigger warning: self harm.

Back story: For a large part of my life, a companion has been appearing in my mind, guiding me through stressful times. I could describe him, for it is unmistakably a male figure, as an angel, as he has wings of a kind. But an angel, he made clear, he definitely is not.  Continue reading

City skyline at night


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Looking for America

“I don’t know how to be a girl. And I sure don’t know how to be a boy. And after thirty-seven years of trying to be male and over eight years of trying to be female, I’ve come to the conclusion that neither is really worth all the trouble. And it made me think. A lot of people think it is worth the trouble. And that made me think. Why? Why do people think it’s worth all that trouble to be a man? Why do people think it’s worth all that trouble to be a woman? … I want to say tell me! Tell me what it’s like!” ~ Gender Outlaw by Kate Bornstein (1994 edition).

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Lady Midnight


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Lady Midnight

“I came by myself to a very crowded place;
I was looking for someone who had lines in her face.
I found her there but she was past all concern;
I asked her to hold me, I said, “Lady, unfold me,”
but she scorned me and she told me
I was dead and I could never return.”
~ Leonard Cohen

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My broken picture window

…occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons, so I would finally look like I felt.”  ~ Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

Trigger warning: Self-harm – an intensely personal point of view. Not for the emotionally vulnerable.
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Cloak of Invisibility


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Bohemian Rhapsody in a Cloak of Invisibility

Like many children, I too sometimes daydreamed of a cloak of invisibility and while wearing this cloak, I would pretend to save the damsel in distress from a monster or villain or both. Little did I know that I would be wearing such a cloak throughout the rest of my life.
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