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I was inspired to write this poem today because I was thinking about why I kin so many different male characters, and how last year that helped me to come to realize that I was a transmasc person rather than just nonbinary. For some people, kinning isn't that deep, but I feel like for some of us when we say "I kin them" we are saying a lot with a few words.
Kin of the Month
What is the essence of these men
that captures my heart's attention
and my brains' intense focus?
Surely part of it is gender envy.
I desire their dark, scruffy hair,
lanky libs, five o'clock shadow,
soft yet deep voices.
Do I relish their successes
as gods, heroes, detectives, babysitters?
I relate to their questioning,
their struggles on the heros journey
as they find their place in fantastical worlds.
They are the mirror, reflecting back to me
my inner, true self.
They represent my future,
a comfort during a time of transition.
Peter Parker. Dream of the Endless.
Bucky Barnes. Will Graham.
Spencer Reid. Anakin Skywalker.
Steve Harrington. Adrian Chase.
Ben Wyatt. Din Djarin.
As I claim my comfort characters,
pieces of myself long denied I also claim:
masculinity, strength
relationships, humor
confidence, autistic joy.
To express all this emotion and love I say:
I kin him.
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