I think I might be very gay for this cute British transfemme how do I let her know?
you should send her an ask saying:
I think I might be very gay for this cute British transfemme how do I let her know?
I think that'd do the trick
Okay but then I risk her thinking I’m asking her as opposed to trying to tell her. How do I make that less subtle? Would a poem work? Or do I need to like, communicate directly?
I mean a poem wouldn't hurt... maybe you could do some theming around her name, if it lends itself to that?
How’s this one?
I think I dreamt of you before we met
I think I dreamt of you first when I was small
And I was scared because the world was large
So I begged for divinity to find me
And make me feel safe.
It took 30 years
But I saw an angel today
Sitting in her windowsill.
(The moon it beautiful, isn't it?)
And
I understood
Why
Some dream
They can stop time
Because memory is an imperfect thing
To hold a perfect image.
And yet
Had time been frozen
The moment would have become imperfect
Because she was able move and breathe and smile and blush
She could bite her lip
She could shift and grin
And she could see my joy and share it with me.
(The Moon is beautiful, isn't it?)
But she becomes radiant when back-lit
5 years ago I was in the path of an eclipse
And I saw what happens when our natural satellite
Obscures the sun
But the moon I saw today was far more than that.
And unlike the one in the heavens
This one I could reach
And like the moon above
This one I want to touch
I want to run my fingers through the moon's hair
Backlit by the sun
Together an Eclipse
I want to brush my fingers across the moon's lips
Backlit by the sun
Together an Eclipse
I want to press my lips to hers
And kiss the moon
In the way that Sappho must have yearned
For the lips of Selene
My greatest sin is surely pride
Because I look upon the moon
Backlit by the sun
And have the audacity to think
I could one day
Perhaps say
(My moon is beautiful, isn't she?)
