Authors Note: Hey, so I literally have no internet again. What better time to write more small skits that nobody cares about?
Me. Who am I? Apparently another...human, homosapien. I don't like to think we were built without purpose but what purpose do we have? Keeping one another company. But what was the first humans purpose? To keep the animals company. Then what are the animals purpose other than eating one another. They wouldn't get anywhere until they evolved and still, what would the purpose be? Life is a mystery to many. Myself included, of course. But do you know who I am? Who KUBA is. No, you do not. You see what's on the outside. Currently that's a woman. A teenage woman. Wild. Crazy. Could look better and really needs to sort out her hair. That's an accurate description of what others see. I know that. But do you know anything about me. My favourite colour? Probably not. It's Yellow, for the record. Do you know my identity inside out? Who I'm attracted to, what I do in my spare time, my favourite music?! No. I'd have to tell you. And even then, you probably wouldn't be interested. I am sick of that. Ma'am. Miss. Young Lady. Girly. I am none of these. This makes me feel weak. I'm not saying woman are weak, many of the ones I know could beat me to the ground with a poke. It just really pisses me off. Take yourself for example. Majority of people reading this would say "I'm a man" or "I'm a woman" when asked their gender. And I'm all for being cisgendered. But did you know how many people who are like me? Around 10% of the Earth's population. That's not even a state. That's not even a country. That's a baseball team and a few extra fries for a treat. Many people don't go through all the questioning. Not many people even know I exist. I am invisible. Not many people even believe we exist after an hour long explanation. Because you're ignorant. Religion may teach you there is a God, it may say he is the only one who can judge. But what're you doing when you say I am not valid? You're judging me or you're playing God by making my existence a fake. And if you're not religious, what is you're problem? I don't have a contagious disease. I don't bully people. I haven't killed anyone and I sure as hell ain't a convict! So why do you stand and stare.... Looking for simple flaws to laugh at. Sir. Mate. Lad. Young Man. This is what I am. I'm not hyper sexual, thinking of women as toys. I'm a feminist, in fact. Because equal rights are important. And I can name many a man who'd agree with me. But, the sad thing is, I can also name many who would disown me as a friend. Apparently, becoming a "lad" means a night on the town is attending a strip club or taking advantage of drunk women. That's not what I want to do. Despite that, am I any less of a man? Maybe I have a vagina. Perhaps I don't want to see naked women. POSSIBLY I don't want to be called rude names as a greeting. I might want to dance, sing, garden and maybe even watch chick flicks. Does this make me a woman? No. This makes me... Well, me.
Dysphoria. Terrible state. Depression, anguish and hate for your own body. The one thing that you show off to the world, what gives first impressions on everything. Imagine anxiety but worse. Imagine wanting to be someone else's gender, not your own. We all have problems and for me, by far, this is the worst I've ever come across. The worst I've ever experienced. It feels never ending. It feels like a permanent hemerage on your brain. Like something constantly poking you. Like an imposter. Someone pretending to be you but getting it completely wrong. And let me tell you, being one of few that have experienced it, you don't want to. It's not like a special icecream or some special higher archy. It's death to your social skills. To you smile and to you're entire life. The only way to go is backwards. Don't get me wrong, you will reach a door with shining lights at the end. It just takes a while. In the time that you're in the middle however... You'll lie. You'll pretend to be your assigned gender. You'll pretend to want to wear dresses even if you want to wear baggy jeans.
Tranny. There is a word usually associated with female transgender people. For some of you here and now, that may be funny. But do you know what a trans woman is? Let me do an experiment here. Put your hands up if you know what a tranny is. A few. Now let me explain. A transgendered woman is a woman. She may have a penis, she may not. She probably has a lot of class, and sass to cover up her emotions. She probably listens to a lot of music, or writes her own. She probably has a girlfriend or a boyfriend. Sound familiar? Because she's exactly like you lot. And the word tranny is offensive. Some transgender people have taken it in their stride and said they are proud of it. But it is used in the same context as the 'n' word. Other people of that description can use it to say hello, or just for a laugh. It isn't offensive then. They're being nice and making someone happy. However, when used to discriminate against people that're like that.,. It's pathetic. Now, put you hands up if you guys knew the word was offensive if used by normal cisgendered people... A lot less.
I guess the message I'm putting across is to stop bullying. I am a transgender man and You're not helping anyone with you're snide comments. And you don't know the troubles they're going through and I don't know the troubles you're going through but believe me, taking it on someone else won't help. Thank you.
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SpiritualSome song lyrics alongside small skits and writing about my life. Enjoy!