Right now Anonymous could use a friend.

Fucking Y chromosome.

Without You, I'd be able to give birth. On the other hand, without it, I wouldn't be able to have a child without a man, appalling though considering I'm attracted to women. On the other hand, I wouldn't have this horrid hair problem. I will shave my face and the hair will be back in 3 hours.

I am a contradiction of terms.
A furry who hates it's body hair.
A man who hates it's masculinity.
A loner who seeks a community.
A wacko that desires acceptance.

No label I have found describes the way I am accurately, other than a lesbian trapped in a male body. A gender role confused male perhaps? Only a combination of terms that contradict each other.

What makes it worse, my mother wants nothing to do with it, denying the my feelings exist, and scared of my fathers reaction. My father mocks effeminate men and gays, thinking it is funny, actually mocking my existence. He keeps calling me "my boy" and yet he cannot get my name right on the first try, questions why I shave my beard.

No one to help my transformation. Nothing but hindrance.

My Friends are no where to be find, all graduating,  and I am moving back to live with my parents after falling deep into depression and hypersomnia.

Lost. Confused.
I am contradiction.
I am paradox. 

I am alone, doomed without anyone to take this journey with.

What does body hair matter? And why are you a loner if you seek a community? If you aren't that social, work on it. If you feel you are a "wacko" and yet also want acceptance like everybody on this earth does, I have a suggestion for you:

Either fall in line and copy whatever fad is popular at the moment. Like crossdressing. Get involved in that community and be glad that you "fit in" by copying everyone around you. It's shallow and pointless, but hey, everybody else is doing it. And you'll be "cool" when inside your group and you can make insults at everyone who "doesn't understand you." Like emos, poser goths, sk8ters and every other group 13 year olds gather in before they grow up.

Or, if you want to avoid becoming another sad excuse for a person and just another number (like street junkie black people, starving, AIDs infected Africans, or overeating Americans who die of a heart attack because they're too damn fat) then I suggest Option B:

GET A LIFE. A REAL ONE.

Stop trying to conform to an image that's presented to you. Stop trying to be make or female. Stop caring about shitty shallow stuff. REAL friends don't care how you look. REAL friends don't care if you're a girl or a guy. There isn't really a difference. The more you try to look/act like something the bigger the loser you are.

Just focus on your strengths. If you don't know what they are, find them. It takes time, but every step you take will feel good. If you get along better with women, or men, stick with it. Enjoy life by sticking to what you like. I really can't see how you could be "gender confused" in any way other than how you look. And if you think masculinity is how you dress and how many girls you bang, you must be like 15 or something.