Name: Anonymous 2006-04-22 21:05
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.
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.