Stranger; “What would you do/say if you were residing in a country or place where your human rights specifically the freedom of speech and expression, sexual identity and orientation are illegal or worse put to death.”
Me; “I would get the fuck out. If everyone leaves then there’s no more people to run a country or place anymore. And if trapped, then fight.”
Adam was a hermaphrodite—look it up.
In the Mediterranean world, if we were all brave enough and decide to come out the closet; we will have the remains left of a population near to extinction.
Stranger; “What about it.”
Me; “It is not a choice. You are born as is, baruch Hashem.”
Do call me; “he,” again for which we, women, were all he to begin with. See, it’s just that I was born different. Bestowed with unimaginable hardships to begin with, overcome, and become and as also maybe to serve as a side living example, perhaps as a side little remembrance of that very sacred creation for all of you creeping little creatures to witness and see with your own mere physicality and mortality how I was, am, and will always be very much real. And now yes. Do call me; “she,” again for which we, women, were all he to begin with.
When your voice tone starts to level and match your brain cells; instant therapy.
The obsolete version of the wimp.
I am a transitioned female born with brown eyes, curly black hair, and olive skin. Here lies my personal definition of perfection; an unconditional love for the self.
In this world you don’t need to be born queer, a woman, nor a man to go out there and get yourself killed when only the action of breathing air alone feels like a crime.