As the title says: Who am I? Really: Who the hell am I? what defines me when I want to describe, in short, my identity? Do even I HAVE an identity? I have a name, two names… Are those words me? Nowadays ARE myself yet? Are those two words identifying who is this body? I don’t think so…
I hate parts of my body, I want a change but I do nothing to make it… I hate some clothes I use. I’m male and I want to use some female clothing I consider cute and good looking but… I don’t. What happen? Social pressure? Heteronormativity? Fear? What’s the fricking point of wanting a change if I don’t want to imporve? What’s the point if I don’t know what am I anymore?
I don’t know nothing anymore. I’m in a fork in the road but I don’t know which direction to choose ’cause every one of them… EVERY FUCKIN’ ONE OF THEM IS A CLIFF!
I hate parts of my body, I want a change but I do nothing to make it… I hate some clothes I use. I’m male and I want to use some female clothing I consider cute and good looking but… I don’t. What happen? Social pressure? Heteronormativity? Fear? What’s the fricking point of wanting a change if I don’t want to imporve? What’s the point if I don’t know what am I anymore?
I don’t know nothing anymore. I’m in a fork in the road but I don’t know which direction to choose ’cause every one of them… EVERY FUCKIN’ ONE OF THEM IS A CLIFF!