Hi.
In the year of 1988, a bright eyed baby girl was born into the world on the lovely anniversary of John Lennon's birthday. That's October the ninth. Born as a Libra through and through, the confused being grew. The little girl with big blue eyes and blonde hair always knew something was off with her however and it was only recently that she became aware that 'Hey... There's a word for how you feel. It's called Trans-sexualism.' And at once, that little girl was thrust into a widely feared and misunderstood social grouping of people as she then awakened inside to the beautiful slender boy she always was, and really, always knew she was, too.
It comes as no surprise to the average reader that the boygirl we've been lightly delving into the history of is in fact, me.
I'll be eightteen come next October. I've been out on my own since I was fourteen.
I love to dress as a boy, I very much prefer to be referred to as a male, and for all intents and purposes I consider myself one. I have an intense distaste for myself being a female, but I enjoy my female body for what it is. I'll admit - It's a nice body. It has well-shapen breasts, fine curvatures, exotic features with large eyes and a lovely slim build - But it isn't mine. I don't think at this point I ever want to change my body. As I've put it in the past, "I was born a girl, so I'm taking it like a man."
I'm not going to take hormones, and I'm not thinking seriously of going under the knife. But I'm not quite sure yet.
I'm desperately in love with a wonderfully slender and beautiful boy of yellow eyes and dark hair who loves me regardless of my body's gender and supports me in every facet. He's told me he's willing to help fund the operation if I ever choose to go through with it. Gods, I love him. He's a great guy.
I think we make a great gay couple. =P
I'm a furry, (No, I'm not a freakazoid, I just draw anthros and roleplay as them and stuff. I'm active in the furry community but not the way they are on that CSI episode.)
I work full-time at a small petshop in the downtown core of Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. I have a total thing for the Russian language and Russian accents, as well as for guys that can play the piano. I'm somewhat bi with a preference for males. I'd "do" a girl, but never would have a relationship with a female. I love animals. As a kid, I was obsessed with Jurassic Park and all sorts of other "boy's toys." (Gee, I wonder why?) No Barbies for me.
A bit of a nymphomaniac... Okay, a LOT of a nymphomaniac (My boyfriend just gave me 'the look' when I typed 'a bit.' Yes dear, I know.) Again, male sex drive.
"xds67999" he types.
Anyways, this computer is slow as all hell and I'm hungry and need to go rant about my ephemeral penis somewhere else, so...
Yes. My ephemeral penis for the win. And stuff.
