I know, and I always know I don’t make sense to anyone anywhere. But I wanna live, want to be kissed, want to be loved. Life is arbitrary, so am I. Don’t tag me as S-P-E-C-I-A-L. It’s just always too hard to tell true stories.
I'm not a fucking drag queen, i wont let u forget it. When u say "Good day, sir!", you stab me all the way through my tender, transgender heart. Can't u just say"yes, dear" and "she" and "her" and "sister" to my tender, transgender heart.