I'm Not Confused. I Know Exactly What I Am Thank You.

I seem to confuse a lot of people. I noticed this again today when a random person I walked past at the University did a double take, then stopped dead in their tracks. This was not a "Wow, that person is attractive" stop. It was one of those "I need to stop and think about this to figure out what I just saw" stops. I kinda ignored it at the time. This is nothing new, but a while afterwards I realized it kind of amuses me to confuse people, shake their stereotype trees. See, I'm an FTM. Female-Trans-Male. For those of you who totally have no clue, an FTM is someone who is physically female, but mentally and personality wise are male. I like to think of it as a genetic defect where we accidentally got the wrong chromosome at conception. We are the ones for whom the term "Penis envy" truly applies. I guess I've gotten to the point where people gawk so often (I can't quite figure out what part of me it is that is too feminine, but it's there) that it is more of a twisted little amusement than an insult to me. This is not to say that I like it when people mistake me for being a girl. Don't get me wrong, I love the female gender, I'm just not one of them. Oh well, eventually they'll fix that. They did already perform a successful genitalia transplant somewhere down in the States. I don't know how well the new bits work, but they did it. *crosses fingers* Soon...

28.11.2001 - 22:16

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