A Detente With My Armor

 I Like Armor I've my thing

Looking at my Armor
Still shiny but battered and worn in places
Covering me from helm to sabaton
Forged decades ago
Long before I realized I was trans
Long before I even knew what trans was
Protecting me from a world that too often
Felt harsh and lonely
 
Feeling my Armor
Piece added by piece
Layer built up upon layer
Moving stiffly, moving all too carefully, under its weight
These days feeling too tight
A steel carapace tight-corseting me
 
Speaking to my Armor
I honor you for protecting me all those years
I would not be here today without you
But I’d like to lay you down for awhile
Although I know you’ll always be there if I need you
 
Armor speaking to Me
She agrees she’s also a bit weary
And could use a rest as well
She worries for me
But knows it’s time for me to move more freely
She assures me she will be always be there
Should I need to beckon her back to the front
 
Negotiating with my Armor
A roadmap of progressive milestones:
I can lay down my armor when I choose to, and when we both feel safe
I can lay down my armor when I choose to
I can lay down my armor
We hug and agree to terms
 
Still far from fully unencumbered
But my soul feels lighter already