the ways “youre so mature for your age”, and the ways “sex” positivity in the queer community ripped away formative years of my childhood
(because yes, I was a child)
the ways I am reminded, when walking down dark streets at night, not only of the men who shaped my addictions but the women who falsely assumed my boundaries
the ways presumptions have shaped my presentation
the ways my cries of distress and regret were interpreted as sounds of pleasure, the ways I have been forced to disguise my fear because
"you’re so mature for your age"
the ways compulsive sexuality has been expected and encouraged in me since I was a young girl, the ways I don’t remember ever being afforded the opportunity to consider myself young