My hands would be around your waist
My head leaning on your leather shoulders
Eyes in the mirrors
Where I could watch you watching me.
You revved your engine
Sent my hair flying with the wind
So I’d hold on tighter.
You tied the straps under my chin
Moved my hair out of my face
Told me to get on
And took me to see the world
The sun and the stars and the mountains
The waves in the sea
The graffiti on the boulders
The water in the caves.
I’d close my eyes
And pray it never ended
The smell of burning fuel
Me and you and the roads
Flying toward sunset.
Then winter came
And our riding jackets
Stayed in the closet
And our love did too.
It’s riding season again
And I’m not riding anymore.
I’ll get my own damn bike
Cuz I’m a strong independent woman
But I’ll always remember
The times you made me feel free
And took me for a ride.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Letter to our Queer & Trans Youth
Hey, you. I thought I’d start this letter by telling you a little about myself, just so you know who you’re dealing with. I’m an emotional dad, father to three amazing kids who we met through the foster care system, and whose presence in our lives has really transformed my sense of responsibility to the communities that surround us. The connections we’ve made with one another, with our extended families, and with the communities where we live and look for belonging have catapulted us into this whirlwind of emotional tumult which, while not easy by any stretch of the measure, has also been remarkably healing. I realize ours is really only a one-sided chosen family, since our kids didn’t get to choose to live here, but I’d like to think that they did choose to let us love them, which allowed them to grow to love us. And I think that’s where I want to go with this letter- to a place where you can find belonging and healing- even if the pathway there may be peppered with some emotional tumult.
By F Cade Swansona day ago in Pride
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