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Naked (Max gen)
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Title: Naked
Words: 230
Author: rhap_chan
Pairing/Characters: Max
Rating: PG
Prompt: song meme: "I'm Your Man," Leonard Cohen
Disclaimer: "The L Word" is not my property. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Max could feel their disbelief seeping into his bones, molding him back into Moira, the woman he never was.
How many girlfriends had Max had, really? How many lesbians had he dated, how many straight girls, how many men? He didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to find... his place.
He felt like he had been searching for who he was and who he needed for his whole life. For longer. For eternity. He felt sometimes like he would go on searching forever. Though some of them tried to understand, and some of them understood a little, they didn't believe him. Max could feel their disbelief seeping into his bones, molding him back into Moira, the woman he never was.
There was always the next one. One of them would let him be her man. One woman would love him like that. It stood to reason-- or was that just a superstition he'd picked up living as a girl in high school?-- there was someone for everyone.
There would be someone for Max, once he knew who he was. He couldn't stop believing. He couldn't stop trying. He couldn't stand being alone with her, with the woman he saw in the mirror when he was alone and naked and ashamed.
There would be a woman who saw his penis even when he wasn't wearing it, a woman for whom he wouldn't need to wear it. And that would be the woman he would do everything for.
Title: Naked
Words: 230
Author: rhap_chan
Pairing/Characters: Max
Rating: PG
Prompt: song meme: "I'm Your Man," Leonard Cohen
Disclaimer: "The L Word" is not my property. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: Max could feel their disbelief seeping into his bones, molding him back into Moira, the woman he never was.
How many girlfriends had Max had, really? How many lesbians had he dated, how many straight girls, how many men? He didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to find... his place.
He felt like he had been searching for who he was and who he needed for his whole life. For longer. For eternity. He felt sometimes like he would go on searching forever. Though some of them tried to understand, and some of them understood a little, they didn't believe him. Max could feel their disbelief seeping into his bones, molding him back into Moira, the woman he never was.
There was always the next one. One of them would let him be her man. One woman would love him like that. It stood to reason-- or was that just a superstition he'd picked up living as a girl in high school?-- there was someone for everyone.
There would be someone for Max, once he knew who he was. He couldn't stop believing. He couldn't stop trying. He couldn't stand being alone with her, with the woman he saw in the mirror when he was alone and naked and ashamed.
There would be a woman who saw his penis even when he wasn't wearing it, a woman for whom he wouldn't need to wear it. And that would be the woman he would do everything for.