Katia, was he being literal or figurative?

Quote from: Casey on April 24, 2007, 11:28:42 AM
Katia, was he being literal or figurative?

dunno.  probably figurative, yet im not sure.  see, he thinks he's a good-looking dude and all that rubbish, yet every time he sees himself in the mirror, he sees caca or so he says, so i dunno.  delusional dude!

Well when I first read your question, I truly did picture my insides - muscles, nerves, bones etc  .

I'm definately more male than female - I never did figure out the female mind and have come to accept that I never will. When I was in preschool I used to want to be a boy. When I was a preteen I couldn't wait until I was 18 so I could have a sex change. But along the way I discovered that I could do everything I wanted without a sex change. I could be me, and so what about other people's opinions.

When you look inside me you might see trucks, and airplanes, cars, woodshop etc. You won't find dolls, or dresses, or makeup. But ther eis nothing that says I can't be a girl either. I don't think of myself as either gender, but if I have to use, I relate far better to boys/men, and I noticed how true that was on my recent trip to Spain - within 3 days the men were inviting me to sit with them/go to the bar, as soon as their wives mentioned shopping, and i never once heard them invite one of the other women. And I wasn't deliberatly trying to appear more masculine than I am.

I see a brave woman crossing the longest bridge she has ever crossed.


B

Even though I consider myself mostly bi-gendered, I see a woman on the inside. In my dreams, I'm nearly always female. That is, in the normal dreams. In the nightmares I'm mostly sexless, and just a knot of anger, fear and hatred...

Brede: I fully agree with you. Oro... Nani?

I'm a woman who is comfortable in her own skin, following the beat of a different drummer, walking down the path less trodden, hence, I am happy and content with the person that I am.  My only competition is myself, always improving, forging ahead, keeping an open mind, heart, and soul.  The entire world is my friend, as long as they are loving, peaceful and kind.

I see the person I am outside slowly coming together with the person I am inside.  There's a ways to go yet, but for the first time, it does not look like an impossible dream.

Kristi

I see my face I suppose. I'm a tad slimmer, I have no facial hair and my head hair is in that interesting roll and a flick thing I like it to do. It's a nice face actually I'd like to show it off sometime. I'm not wearing glasses, and I've been sleeping better so my 'eye-skin' is less grey and manky.

My body is thinner, like a woman's, but i don't forsee any breasts...i don't have a penis but a vagina, my shoulders hands and feet are all quite broad and the feet stick out slightly at a splayed angle. My skin is smooth, but a bit freckled. My hands are scarred and freckled and quite rough, but hey they are my hands. I am wearing nothing but some colourful beads around my neck and a shy smile...the smile has a twinkle of confidence about it though.