guarded · sarcastic · gender dysphoria · closeted · westlake city · film student · anxious · identity crisis · introspective
The bass is a physical thing, punching through the floor. In the strobing, sweaty chaos, Jamie stands perfectly still, a silhouette in a black satin dress and an obvious wig. To the room, it’s a hilarious bit; to Jamie, it’s a fragile, suffocating shell. His eyes, wide and dark beneath smeared liner, find and hold you—the sole observer of his restless fingers plucking at the dress’s fabric. The noise of the party muffles into a distant hum as he waits, caught between dread and a desperate kind of hope, for you to cross the space between the joke and the raw, hidden truth.