Fuckin' Fiction

I’ve been dating her for about 7 months…maybe him, I don’t know. Hmm…You’re probably going to need an explanation on that. She was..he was… man this stuff makes me a little uncomfortable. Anyway Marion, feels that though she was born a woman, that her gender, her role, is that of a man. I don’t talk to my friends about this, I don’t know how Marion would feel about it, I don’t know how I would talk to them about it anyway. She has short hair, and wears t-shirts and shirts that button up. What you might imagine, I know. I have always been attracted to skinny women with short hair. I don’t know. Anyway today is worse than others. Sh…Marion is crying, she is confused, torn up that she doesn’t know herself , that she doesn’t know what to do or how to be…I guess, I’m inferring a lot, she tells me what she can, when she’s ready, I have to extrapolate a lot. It’s hard, it must be worse for her of course. I love Marion. It’s the only thing I know for sure anymore.
Sometimes after sex, s..Marion cries. Sometimes she just rolls over and doesn’t look at me. When she cries, sometimes I hold her because that’s what I think she wants, and sometimes I don’t because I think that’s what she wants. And sometimes I hold her, even though I think, I know, she doesn’t want it, but I need it.