I have to admit…

that I am a very cynical kinda gal, although its taken 4 1/2 decades to develope. I’d have to blame it on people. Men, people in general, family and so called friends. That’s why I am the way I am…..I don’t really care, nor am I affected by mainstream opinions. I learned many years ago that to be who I am took courage and true heart. I couldn’t wait for validation from anyone. I didn’t feel like I ever needed anyone’s approval. Yes, im a strong woman who was man enough to live the way I wanted in spite of what others thought. And I’m glad I did.

I remember an incident, funnier than hell. I was 16, had on a strapless bra, tube top and condom water filled tits with the tied off end as nipples, pair of short shorts and a pair of black pumps…. as I stepped off the curb to cross the street the light turned flashing yellow so I began to run past a row of cars waiting for their green light. As I ran to make it across before it turned red, one of my tits slid out and popped on the hot summer street. Cars honked, some yelled, whistled and others laughed. I simply reached into my top and grabbed the other one and threw it Down in front of the cars and flipped them all off…. and kept on walking…. I don’t give a shit, never have, never will. Why should I? I was lucky enough to gather other baggage like bipolar, anxiety, depression and suicidal tendencies.

I don’t like stupid, I don’t like disrespect or inconsideration. I don’t like abuse, violence or hypocrisy. So let me ask. Why should I? I don’t owe anyone anything. I treat people the way they treat me. PERIOD. Everyone, man or woman, I do not care. If you don’t respect me why should I respect you. if you put your hands on me, why shouldn’t I return the gesture. Its simple folks, it took a rough road to make it to where I am and im not going to let anyone interfere with my life. PERIOD! I don’t hide, nor am I ashamed. Yes I pass, you can’t tell I’m a guy with tits. But if you could, I still wouldn’t give a shit. Why should I? Do they care about how I feel?

Thought so.

I guess what I’m saying is I really don’t see why people have so many hangups but if they do it doesn’t bother me one bit. I’m still going to be me. I’m not ashamed of who I am. Actually, I feel pretty damn accomplished and proud in spite of the route I took to obtain it. So I say screw yourself. Mind your own business because if you get in my face with your shit, you’re in for a surprise! I don’t care, especially when im right. That’s why I don’t give a shit what people think, say or do. I have the same damn right to live my life, just as they do. So, shit, people do you and me do me. okay? Get over it already.

Trans, tranny, shemale, transsexual, transvestite, crossdresser,CD,pansexual, non-binary, cis, dysphoria butch, queen, fairy, fag, queer, lgbtq……..WXYZ? Hear me now? I don’t fucking like labels. Uh, I don’t do labels. They don’t fit, they don’t have my size.

Don’t like me, stay away from me, leave me alone! Kick rocks! Step! Late! But don’t disrespect me. Because if you do I’ll certainly disrespect you as well. Its really a simple principle… live and let live or cause trouble…. I mean really now, do I have any other alternative?

As I said before, im just another gal!