Today I was walking past a group of boys at school, they were watching me closely. Usual stuff. They kept on asking each other if I was a boy or a girl. Like does it really matter for them to know my gender? People these days...
I think a few followed me to ask me but gave up. Suddenly the word "TRANY" flew out one of their mouths. Believe it or not it actually made me feel happy inside. Not that they were being rude but that I don't look like one gender.
So I carried on walking past, grinning wide. I felt like turning round and laughing my ass off at them. Ah what a lovely day.
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Bisexual and proud
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