My World

"Welcome to my world, where everyone I ever need always ends up leaving me alone" -Sick Puppies

This seems to ring true. Not for my family, although apparently my sister seems to not want anything to do with me, but for people I meet in normal situations. I feel like I have a very easy time of meeting people and getting to know them, but then when I drop "The Bomb" on them my feelings, and even existence, are suddenly irrelevant.

For me it is important to let people I might want to get involved with that I'm am transgender. I'm being honest with them up front. In general no one cares at first, but you can always tell when someone backs off because they found out something they can't get over. Honestly I don't mind. It's better to have them back off before there is a chance for attachment.

I just didn't realize that it would be so difficult to find someone who was okay. Who could see me for who I am and not what is between my thighs. I get it, you aren't gay, but I'm not a gay man either. I'm a pansexual woman. It isn't rocket science. I want to be held and kissed just like any other woman. I would love it if someone wanted to make a fool of their-self by singing an off tune song to me.

Yet it seems like everyone I meet that damn little bastard is a deal breaker. Go figure. A fighter to the bitter end.

Anyway, rant off. Enjoy my theme song: