Growing up masculinty had always been a weird perforamnce to me.

Angry.

Abbrassive.

Playing the part just enough to fit in, but rejecting aspects that didn’t sit right in my soul.

______ punched ______ in the face.

One day friends another enemies.

The mandem are fighting…. but never over gyal.

It got so heavy at one point, school lunch times were spent in solitude on cold brick steps.

Wheres Ryan? I dunno, I aint seen him.

Now days though, the “mandem” are few and far between. More friends than anything.

Selective with the masculinty I am around.

Safe.

Seen.

The performance rises and concludes.

Thank you.