Right now my life is full of despair, but this despair is nothing compared to the torment I went through trying to live as my AGAB. I shiver when remembering my past, and I experience existential dread when thinking about the future that awaits me if I rep. Even if I remain an uncanny-looking third-gender freak forever despite my best efforts, nothing will make me pretend for the sake of a rotten world that has rejected me.
I won’t allow my essence to rot in this grotesque vessel. I’ll ascend beyond the natural limits of my mortal flesh because no horror my transition can possibly create can compare to the horror I was born as. To the horror of a male mind in a female body.
based nvke!!
There are no words that I know of that can explain how much I agree with you. Bar for “trvth nvke” is too low unfortunately. Big Trvth Bang I’d say as it’s the beginning of trooning. Well said.
