NotOneOrTheOther

I say that
my ankles are hairy
because I'm too cheap to buy razors
that don't chew through my skin,
but there's more.

I am a drag king in women's clothing,

a secretly moustachioed charlatan,

a smooth-faced plucker of offending facts,

a sporter of the ruse of depilated armpits,

a wearer of sandals, weak understudies
for wingtips with metal-plated heels.

Painted toenails only highlight the transgressions
of the brain of my flesh of this body
that refuses.

The burly man with nectarine nails
is a clown.

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[anon.]

Wingtips. Yes.

I fantasize about being Michael Buble or Roger Sterling.

Big breasts stop me from buying a dapper suit.

I'm not alone. Neither are you.

[Al_Pal]

Bless you.