Recently, as some emotions got out, I've learned what you all really think. It's all very well being inclusive and trying to cover everything - that's good. What I'm saying here isn't anybody's deliberate fault.
It's just... I've figured out I'm not TS. Sure, I have the wrong genitals and I'm getting them fixed asap. But it's now clear to me, you all think different to that.
You're TS. I'm just a regular girl. That's all. I don't belong here. This is really ungrateful of me, but honestly, screw the community. Screw all the friggin' communities. As long as I call myself TS, nobody's ever going to treat me like a human being.
I'm not special. I'm not "extra", I'm not different. I'm a girl. That's all there is to it! I don't belong here. It's abundantly clear now that I don't belong here. Quite frankly it aught to be made a bit clearer, in case there's anybody else like me on here.
So, I'm casting friends aside. So what. That always happens anyway. Life's sh1t. Friends always forget you anyway. This is no different. Nobody sticks together. Nobody believes in anything any more. I'll be in tears after this, and then calm down, and then carry on. No big deal. My heart's been wrenched apart in so many directions, so many times already that it just doesn't even hurt any more.
I've been dishonest, all this time. I've given out the impression that I approve of things I don't approve of. This in particular. I bloody hate crossdressers. I'm sorry. I'm sorry but I can't help it and the least I can do is to be honest about it for once. You all go and enjoy yourselves dressing up, and in the meanwhile, whilst you're having fun in your perfect bodies, people like me are lumped in with you, we're not given a chance in hell. I don't think you're doing anything wrong on purpouse, but I'm sorry I just can't help but to hate you all anyway. I'm just so bloody jealous of all you people who are fine, and I can't help be hurt, even as it's unintentional, by the way it parodies this
horrific condition.
And then I get all the BS. "You're not real because you're not part of [this group] and you don't conform to [these rules] or pass [this test]." Well you know what - keep your damned communities. Keep them, turn them sideways, and stick them somewhere. Because that's where they are in the first place. I don't want to be part of some kind of "special club". That's all these bloody communities are.
Why can't I just be some girl? What's wrong with that? Other girls do it.
And then I realise - the more I associate with communities, especially (unfortunately) the more inclusive ones, the more I'm effectively
telling people that they have to treat me differently. I'm giving out false signals. I don't want to be treated seperately, yet I'm part of a group, seperating me from the rest.
And all you s->-bleeped-<-ing know-it-alls can laugh your petty heads off and say "she won't last two seconds" as much as you please in your little worlds of labels and categories. I don't give a damn about you any more. I don't know why I ever did in the first place. You think the world's made up of narrow definitions, passing tests and jumping hoops? Well then you don't have the
first clue about what I'm going through, and you never will. So to hell with you. Have your clubs. Practice your discrimination and elitism. Go to hell. I won't meet you there.
I'm never again calling myself trans-anything. If people want to disbelieve my gender, they can go huff themselves. Doesn't matter what they think - doesn't change a thing. If they don't know what's real in life, that's their problem. I don't have to insist I'm a woman - it's true whether I insist it or not. So I'm going to stop bothering.
And if I get murdered for it, like those other people who didn't disclose things, then never mind. It's less risky that way, because the other way, I swear, if I have to take much more of this "are you really a woman" BS, I'm seriously going to ->-bleeped-<-ing kill myself. I'm a friggin' human being. I can only take so much. It's a miracle I'm still here this far. If I'm dead anyway then I'm dead anyway. The biggest chance that's not the case is if I drop all this pretense. I'm not a transsexual, I'm a ->-bleeped-<-ing girl. If you don't like it, tough. Deal with it. Like I said, if "deal with it" means stick a knife in me, then I'm dead anyway, so it makes no difference.
No more Mrs. Niceguy. I'm taking my bloody life back!
Goodbye. I will dearly miss some of you, especially Beth. You should understand why I have to do this, though. It's necessary. If you would be my friend anyway, then my email address is
fizzyhazelnut@yahoo.co.uk. If not, then I have nothing to do with you.
Better I realised all this now than later. I owed it to you all to get this off my chest, to be honest for a change, instead of being nice. I'm not like you lot. I'm not "female-identified". I don't have anything to "admit" or "disclose". I can do without the hassle. As if I haven't got enough to deal with in the first place.
Oh and anybody who wants to say "good riddance", don't waste your breath. I won't ever be back here to check replies to this thread. It's just information, nothing more. You have my email address if there's anything urgent. That's enough.
Nobody's deliberate fault. Just the way things are. I'm not one of you and I don't belong here. None of you have a clue what I'm going through, because it's a completely different thing - and vice versa. I didn't realise that until now. It's pointless us all arguing when we're not talking about the same thing in the first place. Okay, bye now. I wish you all well. I never hit the "smite" button on a single one of you. On the whole you seem like good people. Good luck with your various issues. Cya.