Dude, did you know that men are like, nice? Like really nice. Like hug you while you cry, rub your back, not look even the slightest bit embarrassed that you’re doing this in public. – Nice.
Like looking deep into your soul and saying “You are not something to be ashamed of.” – Nice.
Like “What are you thinking when you stop your hand right above the band of my bikini?” “Just how nice your belly feels against my hand.” – Nice.
My face is so leaky because the inside of my brain is just a photo reel of all this niceness now.
How could I ever have not known this?
I must have known this?
When did I know this?
And why does it feel like such surprising news?
I love men. Some of my best friends are men. Some of my favorite people in the world are men.
So why didn’t I trust them to be this? Or to be this with me?
And how did it come to be that now I do?
No matter. Now that I’ve seen this beautiful new world I’m never going back.
Even if this person disappears, I know what how it feels to kiss someone who thinks I’m fireworks. I’m kissing people who make me feel like a beautiful burning star. That’s mine now.