[Soft*Silver]

I remember how thread bare my momma's dresses were and how she smelled like housework. And how shiny her jet back hair was and how amazed I was when she put on her blood red lipstick, which wasnt often.

I remember using outhouses first, because we didnt have indoor plumbing, and how the sun would leak thru slits in the boards and how it could light up the flesh and let you see the veins inside.

I remember songs of birds. And having long chocolate brown curly hair and deep dark brown eyes. I was pretty then and no one ever told me so.

I remember all the chickens we had and how they peppered the yard and how one I chased me and made me mad so I fed it a marble. It died.

I remember my grandma with big thick thighs and hair that was silver and tied tight in the back bun. And how she always carried a plastic horse in her pocket just for me. And when we sat on the porch in the summer, she would take a hair pin out and twist off a hollyhock bloom and make me a flower doll to play with...

these are some of my BF memories as a child. None of them have to do with my sexuality but they are of the person I became which includes BF. BF is just a part of me....