NewRyder's - Strapon Log

- wasn’t really sure what love was.
- never asked the question.
- tucked my head in next to hers, leaned in close, watched her slip the clutch.
- parked cars, bodegas, school yards, all a blur.
- felt like hers.
- like somebody cared.
- treated me sweet for as hard as she was.
- wasn’t really sure what love was.
- not really sure I asked the question.
- never wanted to own anybody or be owned, or change anyone or be changed.
- let me work the gas, watched her slip the clutch.
- no one ever drove faster, ever laughed harder.
- arms around her, eyes closed, felt like hers.
- somebody cared.

-Ryder

(Source: transqueersxxx)