He had found shelter there, a second home. A home within someone who understands him. Someone who let him feel comfortable in his own skin. He didn't feel as ugly in his arms, didn't feel as ugly with his words, didn't feel as ugly compared to when he was alone.
This was his shelter, when the area around him was a warzone fighting over who he was.
People around him were telling him who he was, when they weren't him.
But, in this man's arms, he felt so safe.
This man was the love of his life.
This man let him know that he was a real boy.
He wasn't female, since he didn't want to be.
He made him feel handsome.
He made him feel comfortable.
His lover loved him.
He loved his lover back.
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Shelter in my Ugly Skin
Short StoryA little thing for Pride Month! ♥️ Also, pride month is for everyone! Bi's, Gays, Lesbians, Pans, Trans, Non-Binary friends, even Straight people! ( And everyone else, of course! ) Everyone! Love everyone!
