TRANS-UNITE

For most of my life, to drift off to sleep, I build little fantasies in my mind. In them I'm a man, the man that is me, Instead of the woman most know. The thought was a comfort, easing me to rest. But at times it goes away. I lay there and try, forever, it seems, But am failing more and more. The fantasy me ends up with breasts, And rips me out of bed. I live the horror in real life, Why must I dream of it too? So I get up, bleary-eyed, desperate for sleep, And stare into space for a time. Then stagger back to bed, and try again, Until my body closes my eyes. Dreams haunt my sleep, and nightmares claw in, And gut my soul all

Once again I was sitting in his car, for the fourth time, It was me and the guys from class. The music was loud, with lots of bass. I was smiling, having a great time. And just like the last times, I also felt like one of the guys this time. Laughing at their jokes, Ones that girls usually just think of as stupid, Or that girls usually don't see the humor in. I also felt more comfortable and entertained. Why? Because I felt like I was where I belong. I was actually one of the guys, a guy. But then, I looked down, And I noticed something I hadn't noticed the other times. I was sitting in the backseat, And since it was a full