So I've been thinking more and more about moving forward in life and trying to begin being recognized as, seen as, acknowledged as & referred to as a man, even though I've got a long road ahead of me with losing weight before taking any medical steps in that direction. The only thing holding me back is my fear of embarrassment and ridicule. It's just at my age, I'm really tired of being shamed for my very existence. So anyway, the evil witches I was speaking of. That would be my family. I don't know, I wasn't allowed to watch TV or even have books as a kid, but it reminds me of that story, Cinderella I think it is. She's the one that had to scrub the floors and slave away to please the evil b*tches in her family. Yeah it's kind of like that. My little family is made up of severely man-hating women and I'm just their slave girl who takes all their sh*t and does their bidding. Anyway they've become increasingly demanding, controlling and meddling in my life lately because I'm dating a man! The biggest sin of all is to even so much as speak to a man! Hey I kid you not, when I was a small child, they once told me that girls should only be with girls and men should stick with men, and that I was never to like boys.
So now that I realize it myself that I'm not a little girl, and I'm certainly not here on this earth just to be anyone's servant, I feel like just yelling back at them that if they hate men so much, then it explains why they've always hated me! Because I am a man! O M G there's a MAN in the family! Heaven forbid! How do you like them apples?!? HAH!!! Yeah, that's what I feel like.
