Being Me

 Being a girl (so what if I am 57?!?) is fucking awesome!   ...and the bigotted fucknuggets on Match.com can go screw themselves!

Apart from being so fucking fat I'm comfortable in my skin and life is now an Adventure. I can wear whatever the hell I want - jeans, skirt, heels, hiking boots, make-up, etc, etc, etc. I have orgasms that are mind-blowing. I get to cry at sad stories; or not. I'm allowed to be vulnerable; or not. I can be feminine or butch or anything between.

I transitioned early enough that puberty didn't have time to do too much damage. So I don't have a chunky jawline or an Adam's apple. I'm not overly tall. My fingers are slender. I do have quite big feet, but not as big as some females in the family. Unbreaking my voice was fairly easy. I suppose I had it easy in that respect.

It has been lonely though. Being with women is complicated because my physiology is just too different. Being with men doesn't happen because they're all too chickenshit and insecure in their own sexuality. Being with other transfolk is messy because we all seem to be fucked up one way or another. I don't want to be alone...