How I Came To Be

It was a sunny day; he had been noticed by a few that day; growing into early manhood.

He was in unsuitable clothes, black.
He hadn’t grasped the significance of that colour
His appearance rebellious, but not yet alienating,
He could pass off as normal on a day like this

As he walked down the streets he was looked at a few times
Not in scorn, but in admiration,
This was a new feeling for him.

It was one of his own that he would take up on the offer…

Foundation as white as leprosy
Eyeliner black as the night itself
Lips promising a thousand dark pleasures
Gloomy locks falling down her blackened figure
Which too seemed to offer more than seemed possible

She remarked:
“That’s a good shirt”

The shirt she was referring to was Ultima XI
He accepted the praise, and went with her

This was the first time he’d strayed from his parents
This was where he chose his path

They spent the day together, spending worthless paper of flashing machines, coloured lights that hypnotise.
She told him of her interests, a Goth of the 21st century
The likes of Manson and Filth were talked of as gods

The white could not disguise it
Her innocence had been lost long ago
She was a woman, in the wrong body perhaps.

They talked of experience
She talked of experience
He was somewhat un-skilled at fourteen years
But she knew more than anyone he’d cared to ask

And then the crucial question

“Would you like a blowjob?”

It seemed out of the blue

But he was excited

He took her, underneath that black there was nothing; nothing, that was impure,
She advertised that she was a sinister being; but it wasn’t binary
She was no angel
But she wasn’t a whore
Yet

After two days, in which he learnt many things,
He learnt an intriguing truth

“I have a boyfriend, but I’m leaving him for you!”

After what he’d been through he wasn’t going to say no
So after they parted from that place they started their relationship