BASTARD
At first glance at my performance, it seems quite successful. But when compare the two, it is obvious the difference. My brows furrow far more than what they should, my pouty lips jut out with angst, the soft features of my face lack the sharpness of their toned structure. I'm overacting masculinity in a desperate attempt to mimic something I'll never fully achieve. I'll never fully be fag enough, even when making my best efforts to mask as one. The act of shaving my face, taking off my piercings, stripping myself of all the parts of my everyday performance. My gender will always be performance, a built up facade that can never fully encompass my spirit and soul. My work will never be cis, and I will constantly be compared to a stripped down version of my identity.