Occasionally, your hand brushes mine – and I want to grasp it. ~ Friday evening, 11:20 p.m. ‘Tell me,’ you say, breaking the silence, ‘what yo... most want. Not for anyone else – just for yourself.’ My inhibitions lulled by the spirits, I blurt, ‘I want to kiss you. And I want to touch you. And I want to taste you.’ Instantly, I am certain I’ve just thoroughly and irreparably fucked up our precious friendship. Time stops. You are staring at me, seemingly stunned. I am paralyzed – like a deer in. And here I was hoping he would pick something a little more action-packed with a dash of sexual content. We watch in silence and once my drink is drained of it's sweet contents I lay down getting comfortable no longer trying to get the attention I seek from my Twin. If he wanted me he wasn't showing it.I wake to find the lights off, the Television's volume down low and My Brother still seated in the same spot. watching me, his eyes sparkling in the dark from the reflection of the Tv. The movie. Being a woman is hard,but being a man isn't exactly a picnic either. And yet, if I was forcedto choose again... I'd make the same choice I made ten years ago. Lifeas a woman, with all its trappings, is something I simply couldn'tconform to in any way, shape or form.However, as I climb back into the guymobile, complete with its'powerful' odour, I find myself wishing that I didn't have to conform toEVERY trapping of male life, that I could just be Stuart- but on my ownterms, not Dan's, not. .hum dono bhai bahen hay to kisi ko koi problen nahi. Vaise hamare bedroom me me plang pe sota hu or rupal niche floor pe soti hay. Jab sab logo ne khana kha liya to bhabhi or rupal ne sare bartan saaf kiye or fir sab log thodi der tv dekh ne lage. Or fir raatko 1130pm ko hum log sab sone ke liye tyare ho gaye..to me or rupal hamare bedroom me gaye. Raat ko muje nind nahi aa rahi thi to rupal ne muje puchh kyu nind nahi aa rahi hay? Mene kaha muje pata nahi lekin muje nind nahi aa rahi or muje.