I think I have come to terms with the fact I will forever be a third-gender “thing”. This may be me coping, lord only knows. I have dated both lesbian women and straight men. To both, I have felt like a fraud. The kind of shame that makes your skin itch. I get a lump in my throat just thinking about this nonsense. At this point I do not strive to see “a man in the mirror”, I’d be content just seeing anyone at all, and not a dead-eyed creature. I feel like a threat to heterosexual women, I feel like an imposter to lesbian women, I feel like a freak of nature beside bisexual and/or gay men. The concept of a heterosexual man is so far from my mind, I do not know why that was my test result. I am no man. I am no woman. Simply, I am. And it seems to be nothing.

I am so tired I couldn’t even be bothered to edit the cover image. Just my writing. Slop.