If I were a boy…

DISCLAIMER: By this post I don’t mean to desire, appropriate or to suffer from gender dysphoria and all  the issues that mantle bodies and sexuality.

If I were a boy, I would normalise walking about without harassing girls.

If I were a boy, I would have a fetish for bums. I’d be known as the booty guy. I would go through that stage in my young boy age where I only go after girls because they have a big booty.

If I were a boy, dress code would be the least of my worries. I would be the t-shirt, jean and sneaker kind of guy. I doubt, highly doubt, that I would be suit kinda person.

If I were a boy, I would have come out to my family at an early stage that I do take percentage. I would not be the kind of boy that takes ciders, I would find to be weird.

If I were a boy, I would not care how much it hurts her and I would learn it the hard way when I lose her, and for good this time.

If I were a boy, I would grow up and want to commit to one girl. I would want to experience what and how it feels like to love a girl, one girl.

If I were a boy, I would know the importance of opening up, f**k the notion that men are not supposed to feel. I would be a listener because I would know it goes a long way to keep a good thing going.

If I were a boy, I would give hot slaps to every guy I see who fires their machine gun in public and litter everywhere.

If I were a boy, I would not entertain the sense of having to please anyone, be likeable or think what other people would say.

If I were a boy, probably now a man, I would not make women feel bad for being successful. I would not feel that I have to be more successful than the woman I am attracted to.

If I were a boy, I would learn how to cook, because I would not want to be part of the fuckery that that is a girl’s thing only.

If I were a boy, I would be living justice that swearing does not define a person.