Transgender video blog number two thousand three hundred And ninety-five Everything’s gonna be fine You just met me at a very strange time in my life
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No one fucking understands me Have I fucking ever asked for a re-tweet? Never in my life One day in the distant future I’ll make the fucking purr-fect wife House clean, dinner on when you get back Hair nice as fuck, never ever fucking bitching on a rap track Smelling like flowers and baby powder with a moderately sized rack, But nevermind that, uhhh… I’m going to learn how to write neat, Stop smoking cigarettes and stop eating red meat Say “thank you” to strangers politely and wish em dead Move away from home and still bitch to the Internet About the way my parents raised me, Then change my name again and not tell anybody Maybe then I’ll finally find my place in this fucked up stupid ass gender binary society
And then? And then finally feel happy? Who the fuck knows? Maybe.
Day four hundred, two weeks before my fourteenth birthday. I forced myself to vomit so I could stay home from school. Read Venus Envy for six hours, drank an entire bottle of cough syrup and then cried myself to sleep.
What the fuck do I motherfucking look like Swagging like golf wang but sounding like a butch dyke When I say that I’ve had surgery I mean I’ve had a ski mask stapled on permanently Yeah, it certainly hurting me, But I won’t never fucking take it off The troof of the matter is whole world sprained my fucking feelings But I’ll just swag it off uhhhhhh-buutttt I don’t want no leggings, no tight-ass jeans Low cut tees, just crucify me Kay, here’s my big plan Dye my hair red Join a punk band And never fucking rap again I don’t give a shit, it Work for me People like it better When I don't’ say anything Well whatever Fuck life, it’s just too embarrassing