One of my closest transmasc/non-binary friends here in Colorado just shared with me the song “Man of my dreams” by transmasculine artist Ezra Michel and it instantly became a favorite of mine — I resonate with it completely, every single line of the song feels like it’s my story, how I feel now…
I am all of a sudden the man of my dreams (physically but not only)… and boy, it feels so wonderful!
“
All of a sudden I’m the man of my dreams
One, two, three, pick up the trash off the street
Call up my grandmother, ask how she’s doin’
Same old story but I guess she’s quit smoking
I am all of the sudden the man of my dreams
Cut all the ties to the folks who hurt me
The ones that I hurt, I’ll make amends
Picking up garbage again and again
All of a sudden I’m the man of my dreams
Water my house plants at least once a week
Some leaves fell but I asked for forgiveness
They told me it hurt but they’ll be alright
I am all of the sudden the man of my dreams
Cut all the ties to the folks who hurt me
The ones that I hurt, I’ll make amends
Picking up garbage again and again
All of a sudden I’m the man of my dreams
I’ll comfort my friends and respect boundaries
Look in your eyes and ask you on a date
I’m cookin’ you dinner, I’ll make you a plate
All of a sudden I’m the man of my dreams
No sneaky motives, no undisclosed schemes
Standing up tall while I hold space for you
I’ve got so much privilege, ain’t got much to lose
All of a sudden I’m the man of my dreams
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