ADVENTURES OF A
I wrote this at a Reading Queer event. Thank you to Reading Queer and please support your local queer and arts groups.
At 19 I pierced my belly button.
Rode the El to Belmont, paid in cash, watched a needle pass through my skin. It was the first in a lifetime of needles to gradually take back my body.
These days, I put the needle into my thigh. There is no visible mark, unless you count my voice, my muscles, my facial hair, my hunger, my Adam's apple, my desire, my lack of anxiety, my happy trail.
And so when I'm asked about being a man with a belly button piercing, I smile.