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How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch
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Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child.
Join Date: Sep 2013
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“Arctic”
I wonder if the Summer sun on the savannah caresses you as it does me here on this frozen Tundra.
I look, my eyes slanted against the silver light of the ice, I swear I can see your sillouhette reflected in the outline of granite inuksuk.
I long to trace my hands lazily across the landscape of your body, yet here I will remain alone in my chilled Northern wasteland.
I find lately that I would abandon my Wintery sanctuary for one brisk moment spent in the warm Solstice of your embrace.
I resolve myself to the knowledge that we could never be as one with you fathoms and leagues across the sea.
And as I accept the Icy chill of reality, I know the fire of my passion for you will become extinguished.
But before my flame can fizzle away in tears of despair, I feel your warmth radiate through me, stretching across the confines of time and space.
The sun rises again to melt my Frozen heart.
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Know that The Universe made you in perfection.
And know that there are people out there who recognize this.
-Me
"Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel
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