When mom is away, I come out to play. 

 

Her makeup is my paint, her jewels are my treasure.

Her clothes are so soft, so free-flowing, so beautiful.

 

I dance in her heels and my fantasy is complete.

I am a boy. This is my forbidden joy.

The oppression of male femininity continues to shame, censor and disallow our beauty and our expression.


No more exile
No more compliance


Liberation is the message
Syro is the microphone