I guess that makes me a sub whatever that means. I guess that makes me a femme whatever that means. I guess I don’t mind being dominated if I can trust the dominator I guess sex doesn’t really fit in boxes anymore Gender and sexuality are words and images clipped from magazines waiting to be glued down on our vision boards But they are always OUR vision boards because the way the were originally assembled doesn’t make sense anymore We are un-definable We are prisms of light Shades of masculine and feminine looking for someone to bounce life off of Looking for someone to give when we need to receive, to receive when we need to give And when it is done right both gets done at the same time Sometimes it is rough, like bone to bone, your insides cling kind of love Sometimes it is candle wax on torsos or moonbeams on eyelashes Sometimes there is no skin involved at all; it is just being to being. Here let me hold that soul for you because you have been drowning in labels for so long that you have grown tired of survival Here is a moment of bliss, a moment of aliveness All day long I expend. I hold together, I lift up, I give out But sometimes I just take in.