all i know is this
men so desperately want access to feminity

not your friends, not your drag queens or your good men
or your neither-category-no-need-to-tick-boxes besties
no of course not (though good men, be warned)
i'm talkin the weaving bro flailing past you on halloween
your father when he was in college
the road trip companions once they've reached the secluded cottage

they want it so bad

they want it so bad
they get drunk and put on their friends' skirts
at a house party
and somebody calls them a fag
and they play it up real good and pout and simper
everybody laughs like it's fucking funny

i bet they feel dangerous
they want in on the deal
to feel tall and teetering and animal
to present all wispy hair tendrils and then bear their teeth
i bet they'd want to bleed down their legs permanently
til the skin turns red forever

they laugh like it's fucking funny
and it's not and they know it
don't you always want to become what you're scared of?