I believe that I'm either a half evolved man stuck in a woman's body, a 'submissive' gay in my previous life, or a female overcharged with testosterone living in the now. If not, my sprouting moustache (having given Hilter a run for his life,), electrostatic spider legs ('zzx..zzzzx') and the trail of forested hair leading to the bush (oops~) will never be justified. On top of that, me being too arrogant to settle for anything less, actually shows an uncanny resemblance to the male's egotism as well. My love for vulgarities isn't helping to convince myself that I'm a woomun.
Honestly speaking, if I were to chop off my locks, deepen my voice and go for a breast reduction op, I'm pretty sure I could pass for a perfect guy (on a scale of 10 with the eunuch scoring full marks.)... Who knows, I might just get lucky and have a handsome gay falling head over heels for me. How else can you ever hook up a good-looking and sensitive individual of the opposite sex who loves you truly? 'Good men are either married, dead, or gay.' Damn...
I'm a confused girl going through adolescence, stuck in the gender-disarrayed civilisation and turning gay (for men). The point is, my proud ego, loud approach (anyone never heard me scold 'N* B**' before?) and strong appearance is so manly, it disturbs me. Gays, any takers? Muahahaahaha..
The author's going nuts... so seriously, don't take the entry seriously.
No comments:
Post a Comment