My name is Ginny. Inside myself I'll wait, outside I'll change. In the custom of exploration I'll walk with adoration. Slowly and surely into the mist as my nails dig into my fist. Slowly as we both grow old, I'll have more than a dollar to fold. I'll be able to hold all these things I have become. So dear to me, I am, alone with the several versions of the same man.

I am a man.
I love beauty, not gender.
I'm old enough to drink.
Young enough to not listen.
I can be dainty. I can be dirty.
I can live plainly and I can live flirty.