I will always have a bone structure contorted and twisted by male puberty, larger and stalkier than what ever felt comfortableI will always have endless hairs sprouting from my pores like vines that make their way from my toes to my lipI will always have a vessel unfit for breeding, hips too narrow for a surgical miracle to ever possibly matterI will always be tainted by male socialization, marking every interaction that takes place with another human beingI will always be viewed as a third-sexed freak, no matter if I stab myself with estrogenic steroids or mutilate my flesh to form a mockery of a vaginaI will always feel out of place, like an ape amongst persons grasping at any chance to fit inSo why do I even try? What is even the point? Is the abuse and ridicule supposed to feel worth the while? Is it supposed to feel like the comfort in my own skin is what makes all the pain meaningful? Because I'm not comfortable. Every moment of every hour I want to rip all the flesh off of my wretched body and become something new. It's just not fair. Why was I born damned
>>41911306okay, I don't have any of these problems sooo...
