The baby is due in one month! Been busy taking care of the Mrs. No time for stories.
I do hope you're all doing well.
The Patch- TG Part 5I think that summer was when I learned about the meaning of bittersweet.The Patch- TG Part 5 by TGfascinated
The victory of being able to appear to the world as girl was, if I look at it now, resplendent. It was a relief, and it was a vindication.
The pain, however, made it all bittersweet.
Dr. Greenberg's restrictions ended up being very necessary. I generally spent all my time in bed, lying on the couch, or sitting on my donut-shaped pillow. Walking barefoot across the floor with anything but feathery steps could cause me great pain on many days. I took showers only, as sitting in a bathtub would have been way too painful.
Dad's primary client, the one that made him quite success, asked him to handle their call-center in North Carolina as well. He flew out there for a week, and then came back to Seattle to get his team set up to handle the additional load. That meant even great commissions for Dad, but I hardly saw him all summer. In fact, the only time I really saw
The Patch- TG Part 4We moved 45 minutes away from our small home in Seattle to a rental house outside Bellevue in Carver Hill.The Patch- TG Part 4 by TGfascinated
Carver Hill promised a shorter commute for Dad to work (not that I understood that at 9), and larger houses. And, it had schools that had already dealt with 'the patch' with clear cut policies of acceptance. Not that Seattle schools didn't have a policy, but our particular Seattle school apparently hadn't dealt with it or failed to implement it properly (not that I entirely understood that at age 9, either).
You'd think I'd have great concerns about moving, but I didn't. My friendships in the old school were, as I see it now, tenuous at best. And I had the great hope that maybe, maybe, I could change my identity sooner than age 11 if this area was more tolerant. I didn't express that to my parents, but I had real hope. And that hope had me happily moving into the Carver Hill house and leaving Northeast Seattle behind.
The house was a large
skinhis skin is soft --skin by oracle-of-nonsense
but soft over solid man-hardness and bones,
like pieces of smooth stone held together
just below his surface.
the smell of him hovers above his skin like a morning fog
of heat, a knowing wildness, an unassuming soap,
and the cigarettes he smokes before and after,
that are in his bloodstream and his sweat.
the smell and the soft hardness of his skin
is what erases her already-wavering uncertainty,
allowing instinct to press her nose,
her lips to his unnaturally pigmented shoulder
and follow that thin edge up his neck to his earlobe,
eliciting those captivating,
and demanding, lip-biting kisses
while her fingers grasp for more
of his freckled, tattooed skin.
she is not a natural bed-sharer
and they are both all elbows in sleep,
so she wakes hours before him
and notes his unconscious peculiarities,
wanting to wake him with a burning trail of kiss
ending in a fire like this morning's eventual sun,
but glad she refrained
it's timehere's the, well you seeit's time by limitless1797
here's the routine apology
would you someday
make it easy on me
by having nothing bad to say
there's the, your concerning
there's the, your too needing
won't you someday
take me under your wing
won't you take me away
i was amazed
that you wouldn't see
and here we go
here we go here we go
its time you know
I told you it was needed
and still you proceeded
to take it away
remove the seed
that grows through the day
i was amazed
that you wouldn't see
for motherly love