I thought that might get your attention.

And now, in the interests of raising awareness and fostering sensitivity, in the name of visibility, I bring you the travails of the modern cross-dressing man:

You see, that second toe “feels like a man toe to me.”

Oh, and the sound of his pee. That also induces feelings of dysphoria. Which I suppose one might rephrase as awareness of the pretence. The attempt to falsify and deceive. So as to venture where one shouldn’t:

When I am in a public women’s bathroom, I get super anxious about the sound of my pee. Like, I can’t even describe it. Like, just, like, the… how fast it’s going, the intensity of it… I’m, like, they know. They know. They know I’m not like them. 

Possibly on account of being a mentally ill man getting his kicks, his affirmation jollies, in the women’s toilets.

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