How You Can Be a Sissy Boy, Shoot Guns, and Be a Man
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Someone commented on my last post “no, be a man.”
Well, I’ve never stopped being male but to be honest the entire construction seems so misunderstood.
Sometimes people call me a renaissance man, and I’ve always thought that was kinda silly too. Yes, I can rock a dress like nobody’s business. I’ll also tuck my pants into my socks right on my living room floor at 1 a.m. and remind my BIG 10 wrestling buddies I still got the sauce.
In quiet moments I like to play the piano — even do some crooning.
I can throw hands.
I like to read poetry.
I fancy boys, and often find girls dead sexy too.
I shoot guns sometimes and I cry in therapy. I’m here to drink in the world without limits.
We all contain multitudes.
Fuck restrictive gender roles. Imagine being afraid to stand a certain way?
Imagine caring about how you cross your legs when you sit down 🤢.
Fuck boxes.
Fuck limits.
Go live.
Go forth and write, and dance, and love, and fuck, and die without fear. This life is yours. Live it in whatever way inspires you ❤️.
Dylan Gieck
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