Just some genderqueer stuff. Welcome to my inner struggle with gender identity and penis envy.

My inner world really is a slurry of chaotic thoughts often mixed into a giant whirlpool of fuck-all.

Sometimes the only way I can share how people make me feel, is through my art or my writing. I just can't say it, for some reason.

And even so, there's so much going on I never could write or draw it all, to tell all of you, and for that I am sorry. But I do kinda try. Kinda. And I say kinda for the same thing I mention in the writing itself - many can't handle it, if I did fully unleash. Too much hurt.

I will start listening to some of you though. I am strong. Any ONE of the things I'd been through in the past, would cause most others to crumble. And yet there are so many different things all in one. And yet, I can still stand. And smile. I am not weak.

Apologies if I didn't categorize this correctly, I'm not a literature genius. I just wrote what my heart spoke. That is how I write. No planning. No rough drafts. Just the flow. Take it or leave it.