At 20, I yearn. I desire. I fear. I dream of belonging. I struggle to understand my place. I perform. I morph. I transform from nerd to jester to hunter to jock. This act of wearing manhood… this lifelong game… It’s an act of empowerment, subversion; a form of espionage. I try on different selves. Different inflections of a polished surface. I watch. I listen. I hide my shame. I ignore my self-hatred until it corrodes me from the inside out.
I long to feel seen—to be known. Somewhere behind my eyes it’s like I ask every man I meet: Will you see me?