what it looks like from here*

What I (think I) want will undoubtedly look like I'm a "man who wants to be a woman" to others.
The premise of that is false, as is the conclusion; I'm not sure that will matter at all in almost all social contexts.

I strongly doubt I will ever look/act enough "like a woman" to avoid always looking like "a man who wants to be a woman". I'm sure I could probably adopt enough of the hyperstated package to convince people I'm serious, could sacrifice flesh I don't want to do without (much less give up for ideas I hate) to purchase a tiny little bit of space, but I don't want to play that game, don't want to buy that at all, and don't think I should have to.

Can't stay here, can't go there, but gotta do something.





*right now, at this moment, but hopefully not set in stone

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Today, for the first time in a long time, I can feel that the sun still loves me, that the wind knows I'm present, and that maybe the trees know I came to see them, and appreciated it.

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Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy.................