but we are not the same.

he walks into the classroom just like any other, picks a seat and mentally prepares himself for the three-hour lecture. what he doesn't let on is that he's nervous; in a women's studies class he stands alone as the female body with the something else soul. he's not ready to tell them that he prefers male pronouns, not ready to not only not be woman in that class but to have rejected the possibility of woman that they are all discovering at this time. each day he waits for someone to tell him to get out of the course, that he isn't welcome, that he'll never understand their ways. at the same time the course material is that much more interesting with his extra lens. it's an internal struggle every time he gives it a thought, but it's for the greater good. he's so drained, a new day to start and have his workload on overdrive. somehow it'll be okay, he'll get through it. <3 <3