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I will never know how painful it is to get caught in my zipper. I would take the chance, if it meant I had a penis and I could pee standing up
I will never know how embarrassing it is to get an erection in public. I would happily hide my visible arousal, if it meant I could get an erection.
I will never know the disgust of having to go to the doctor for a prostate exam. I would go and get an exam every week, if it meant I had a prostate.
I will never know the agony of being kicked in the balls. I wouldn't curse or scream about it, if it meant I had balls that could be injured.
I will never need to use a condom for the reason "I don't want my partner to get pregnant". I'd never gripe about having to use a condom, if it meant I had the ability to get someone pregnant.
I will never know the moodiness, bloating, and cramps of having PMS. I would not complain and I would try to deal with the agony, if it meant I got a period.
I will never know the dread of going to a g
Gender Identity Disorder
Gender identity disorder is distressing to those who have it. It is especially difficult to cope with because it remains unresolved until gender reassignment surgery has been performed. Most people with this disorder grow up feeling rejected and out of place. Suicide attempts and substance abuse are common. Most adolescents and adults with the disorder eventually attempt to pass or live as members of the opposite sex.
Gender identity disorder may be as old as humanity. Cultural anthropologists and other scientists have observed a number of cross-gender behaviours in classical and Hindu mythology, Western and Asian classical history, and in many late nineteenth- and early twentieth-century pre-literate cultures. This consistent record across cultures and time lends support to the notion that the disorder may be, at least in part, biological in origin. Not all behavioural scientists share this conclusion, however.
Most experts agree that such temporary or episodic adopting of behaviours
Runnig From, To MeWith a blank portrait for my face, I wait for the train,
It doesnt seem to come quick enought as im running from my pain,
When it finally arrives, the people rush in,
Acting as though the first one sitting will win,
I dont know where its heading, but I go with the flow,
I start my journey without having to go,
I sit silently, not speaking a word,
Not knowing the people around me are from the same herd,
As time passes, teh faces disappear,
Taking with them my ability to fight fear,
We get to the end of the line, i sit on my seat,
I try to take one step but cant move my feet,
Take just one step, the a few more,
Why cant I move? I have the need to walk out that door,
The door closes quickly, the train takes off,
Why didnt I move? I was almost at the top,
I ran from my painful life, but am now back at the start,
The train doors opens, where I see my soul, my heart.
The Biased Help Wanted SignOnce again, the Help Wanted sign had been set up in the shop window. It sat between a teddy bear with short brown fur and a doll with Snow White's hair and green glass eyes, looking out at the street and the people passing by Leo's Toyshop.
The shop was very old; the name on it's signboard was fading slowly, and it's owner's face showed some new wrinkles every day. Supported by his wooden walking stick Leo stood behind the window display and looked out with a worried expression. Nine years the last boy had stayed with him, until he had to leave town to live with his new wife. It would be difficult to replace him.
"What about this one? She looks nice," said the doll one afternoon.
"She looks a bit like you," grumbled the bear.
"And she is useless," replied the sign.
A middle-aged woman stopped in front of the shop window to look at them. She had dark black hair and green eyes edged with lines of sorrow and short nights. "That doll looks acceptable. I think I will buy her for my niece's
Naked Except For A Fearmy sexual emotions surface, I see a ever lasting crime,
as we walk together, holding hands in the sunshine,
we walk together, hand in hand,
our relationship to date hasn't included sex, try to understand,
before I can stand naked, present myself bare,
a notion of trust must be cemented, I must know you care,
our first kiss was a meaningful day,
despite the fact I turned my head and looked away,
you smiled, placed your hand on my face,
said you loved me and I turned back and shared an embrace,
when you hold me, I begin to shake,
I see an opportunity for trust to brake,
we arrive at my house, my t-shirt you remove,
I whisper, you stated love, now you must prove,
my pants and underwear hit the ground,
the scars on my body are now easily found,
you kiss my chest and slowly head south,
a cry remains hidden behind my trembling mouth,
I lay down and watch you become bare,
you cover my body, however there is something I still ware,
my sexual emotions surface, I see a ever lasting crime,
as a c
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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