http://slow.writerscafe.org/mmmwhatchyasayy The original writings of author Glen Thompson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776156315 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 he.not he from beforenew hehe loves me i believei do not love him i knowwhen he says my name, it sounds flatsounds likea sneerwhen he said my name, it sounded alivesounded likelovehopeand the future http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/2112405/ eli- if you see this, although i dont think you will, please know i love you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/2112402/ he reminds me of a summer stormwhen it is too hot, he is there to cool me downhe is gentle, but we all know how much more power he hashe is dark, mysterious at times, but when he lights up, he lights up the whole skyhe is loud, but the loud is a gentle rumblewhen he is gone, beauty remains he is a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/2083655/ it is early in the morningthe grass is wet with dew, and there is a bunny in the far corner of the yardi sit in a chair. it is high off the ground; my feet only graze the wet grassthe sun is turning pink, yellow towards the bottommy family is asleepi wonder if they know i'm not in bedi almost like t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/2083057/ I am tired of being queer.I am tired of having a fake, made up sexuality,and I am tired of my gender invoking fear.I am tired of being considered a pervert.I am tired of me correcting pronouns meaning my potential fatality.I am tired of people thinking that sharing a bathroom with me will mean they'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1991729/ It's really hard to breathe. Im looking at all the cis people, and I feel so jealous at the breaths they take with ease. I see women so damn proud of there chest. And I wonder why I can't be like them, why I can't just give it a rest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1986965/ For the past 6 years, Christmas has lost its magic for me. I know that sounds awful, and it feels awful to admit. However, part of the terms and conditions of my dad's child support is that I attend my dad's side of the family's holidays, which includes Christmas. And the night I always looked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1985892/ Last year, I attended my very first pridethere were so many people, and I was happy to go along with the ride.It was wild being around people so openly queer,and it was an overall good experience for my very first year.But as the days progressed and it got later and later,the downfallen looks on my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1985074/ This is something more of a writing challenge for myself than anything else, but if you want to read it, that's still chill. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1983928/ I'm truly sorry that I have a crush on youAnd I'm truly sorry that you have a crush on me.I know that from here on out,you'll be made fun ofbecause the tranny likes you.And because now you're not "truly gay"because in everyone's eyes,I'm still,and always will be, a girl.And I'm sorry that you'r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1983655/ Kinda a journal entry that I wrote I guess. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1983224/ He-She-It, dehumanized to nothing more than a monster defender,unfortunately transgender,a mythical, fictional being that preys on the weakInto bathrooms of women and children, I'll sneak (Apparently. This is new information to me.)I'll walk into any given room, you pick, you choose!And I'll se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1982864/ Who am I?Am I Glenna,the girl prodigydestined to bethe best of the family?Or am I Glen,the happy young boy,with a brain to combat that of anyone,and a desire to be one the most confident and content of them all?What am I suppose to do?Am I suppose to live unhappily,but putting everyone else at ease?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1981232/ There is not a day I do not think of cars.Cars as fast as lightning.There is not a day I do not think of the windows in the cars.Cars as fast as lightning, and windows as clear as waterThere is not a day I do not think of running away.Running away at the speed of light, in a car as fast as lightning.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1979463/ The water is clearBut my past is stainedYou look in my eyesAnd all you see is painI was a naive childYet it was by your designI loved it allAnd that was my crimeI was buriedDeep below the earthBut they didn’t know I was a seedAnd I grew with mirthI grew and I grewLeaving my sadness behindYet s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1979461/ How many timeswill I have to look you in the eyes,and tell you that I want to die,before you believe me?How many timeswill the blade have to drag across my skin,making cuts both thick and thin,before you believe me?How many timeswill I have to prove who I am,to prove that, yes, I am a man,before you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1979371/ Just a good ol' letter to dear ol' dad, who's kinda a piece of s**t. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmmwhatchyasayy/1979173/