At Dark, I Become Loathsome

by Eric LaRocca

But though humanity doesn’t escape us when it’s dark out, I’ve learned that human decency only exists when it’s convenient.

Part of me doesn’t feel like a true man. Or, at the very least, doesn’t fit the ways I’ve been told a man should behave and act in public. I feel as though I exist in some awful state of purgatory, trapped between both sexes.