Sometimes I feel so unloved and untouchable, me being mixed-race, femme, and transgender. I am not what someone envisions when they think of having everlasting love that's been tried and found true. I'm not even a last resort. I'm an option that has never been considered. I'm a fluke in the great game of love. I wasn't supposed to exist. I make people confused just by being alive. I make them question their views on gender, race, and sexuality, testing their faith of how they believe the world works. I defy everything that they've been taught and so they fear me, like I have some catching disease. And I guess I do. I am society's leper, outcast alone as I stand between the genders, frozen and forbidden to move. So how can I be appealing? What would make me someone's perfect mate?
Nothing.
I am broken, depressed, dysphoric, and crying, oozing femininity while my masculinity is ignored, invalidated, and made make-believe as it's mislabeled as confusion.
Transgender people aren't near. Cis people can't comprend.
No one is brave enough to love me.
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Incapable Of Being Loved
Non-FictionThis is a little blurb I wrote about how my existence as a feminine mixed-race African-American female-to-male transgender ruins my chances of finding love. WARNING: This is pretty depressing.
