Blogging late at night on the bus, just for you ~ Sep 17, 06:26 AM

I’ve been trying to learn this lesson all day. It has been scratching right around my brain, alluding me when i try to see it straight on.
It has something to do with suffragettes and Eve. It has something to do with mothers and daughters, with both Marys and Georgia O’Keeffe. It has something to do with the hierarchy of women today. Mothers first, then wives, followed by long term girlfriends, and then at the bottom those lesbo commie bastards who do not have men in their lives.
It has something to do with the full moon that i can feel, even if it is too cloudy to see.
It feels like a lesson past on through my ovaries from centuries of women before me. It feels like a calling, a true nature, a holy grail. . .
If I could just see what it is.

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A Note To The Possible Tranny I Walk Past On My Way Home ~ Jul 31, 04:51 PM

Look, maybe you were born a man, if so I’m sorry for what is to follow. Actually I’m not sorry. You see one of the reason I get the distinct impression that you might have started life out on the skins team is because of the way you walk.
Every day I walk past you. You have a more masculine fac, but you have this gorgeous Tori Red hair, and a sinewed shape of lean muscle. You wear such smart little outfits, and you would be adorable, but then I get to your head and you are hunched down as if you’d like nothing more for the moon to crash into the earth and that moment and dissolve you into a crater.
First get a big pair of Jackie O. sunglasses for your face shape, and second, fake it until you make it. You might be awkward now, but no one needs to know that. You are divine and I appreciate your desire to find your true self. Don’t show anyone you are insecure.

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