my hair tucked under my chin i wonder what it feels like to be a man with short, coarse curls budding out like the hair down their navel and between their hips. i wonder if it feels like testosterone, the manifestation of masculinity; a natural sticker on their face - “hello, my name is MAN”. my face, small, round, young - i imagine twelve year old boys gluing mustaches to their lips and stuffing their pants with yesterday’s gym socks - i grin. 70 cents to the dollar or not, i don’t envy the years of an adolescent boy.