When My Soul Sings

[Casey Amber Twitchings]

Oh the sweet joys of partial dressing
Unshaven face, no makeup, no wig
For it is then that my soul truly sings
It is then that I finally see myself in the mirror

My soul is neither male nor female
But a delicious amalgam that only some know
Never male now, female then
Always, always that glorious mix

And yet some would have me be all male or all female
In dress at least if nothing else
Ah, they miss the point
They don’t truly see me
They hold up their own mirror to me
Expect my soul to match theirs

Yes it’s frustrating but I understand
Male and female they understand
The androgyne’s mix is harder to understand
I live it every day
I understand it well
Someday they may understand it too

But oh when my soul sings
I could write pages about that glorious feeling
To see myself after decades of thinking I was wrong somehow
Not in my dress
Not in my gender
But the fact that I simply am
Yes my soul sings when I see me looking back
But it also sings that it’s finally free

Sing oh my soul
Sing your song that you were born to sing
Someday I will sing it from the rooftops
Or is it enough that I can hear it singing?
The song is the same either way
I will sing it forever

[Zoe]

That expresses so much how I feel. I am not transitioning to another gender, and I wear whatever clothes I desire at any given time. My body appears male but the person inhabiting it can feel anywhere in-between the gender categories we’re given.

[Autumn Valiant]

Keep singing Casey!

Hugs

Autumn

 

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