I watched you for a while on the MAX, reading Rainbow Boys by Alex Sanchez, ear buds in listening to who knows what. I could smell the new brown leather jacket from across the isle but it wasn’t as intoxicating as your cologne that occasionally wafted past. Then there was that scarf, black, and hand knit with a small hole near the frayed ends, a gift no doubt. What drew my attention most was your beautiful
Heterochromiatic eyes, one a bright blue and the other a light green, behind those black trimmed glasses.

I watched you breath slowly, watched your biceps flex with every page turn, watched the gentle tapping of your toe to whatever song played in your ears. I noticed the psychology books poking out of your messenger bag, a student I imagine since you were only early to mid twenties. The industrial piercing in your ear now drew my attention, what an interesting psychologist you would be. Your jawline clenched as if you’d reached some tense part in your book. Your chest rose and fell in a deep sigh. An emotionally involved type it seems. You closed your book and looked around but failed to notice the one person who was observing you.

Your phone rang from a text message, you looked and a soft smile came across your face. Your smile was cute and gentle like you would never hurt anyone. The MAX train squealed as it ground to a halt at the station at kings hill. You stood, this was your stop no doubt. You bent down to grab your bag and I caught a glimpse of the Tibetan script tattooed on your right side. When you stood again you looked around again but this time you noticed me there sitting next to you. You looked down at me and smiled sheepishly as you pulled your shirt down. I smiled back innocently, the doors of the train opened and you left me there alone, to wonder what your name was.

^True story.

Have you ever just…observed someone? It’s amazing how much you can learn…how much you can attach to that person.

:p it’s only happened a few times for me; once from a waiter and the other times from my little cousin who I told a while ago that i was a boy, he’s only 6 though and doesn’t really understand. Both each of those times it made me super happy. Most of the time people think i’m a lesbian so I’d trade you in a heart beat.

Fallen so deep in love with someone that you can’t find words to speak about anything when you are in their presence?

Have you ever stuttered your words because you are so nervous when around them?

Have you ever felt so happy that you couldn’t wish for another thing in the world?

I have.

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1. Massachusetts passes a bill that makes it illegal to discriminate on the basis of gender expression or identity, and would affect employment, hate crimes, and more. Way to go, MA!
2. Great News for Transgender Taxpayers: Cheapening the cost of gender identity surgery and hormonal treatment.

My thumbs are pointed upwards!

R.I.P my brothers and sisters.