Can't Believe It

"Meeting Me" Chapter 1

     Hi, I am Taylor. I am, what you call, dark. I think dark about everything. If you knew my past you would  understand. I can't get out of mind. I'm always in some darkness. I'm trying to get better being more open-minded. It works at points but most of the time I'm just stuck in my pool of darkness. Anyways, let me tell you some more things about me that are not as depressing and dead.
     I am 23 years old. I have a son that is 5 years old. He has brown hair, hazel eyes. He has a brown completion like his loving mother.  He is also very flamboyant for his age. He doesn't like what 'normal' 5 year old boys like. He has this feminine side to him. I have no idea where he got it from.
     If you think, well, he got it from his mother. Nope, not even close. I don't put on makeup. I don't walk in heels all the time to the point where I can't even bend over without almost falling from agony. It's not my thing. I never did play with dolls.
     Him on the other hand, loves to play with dolls and makeup. He gets my makeup. I hardly use it. He uses it more than me! Anyways, I haven't told him who his father is and I don't plan on it either. It's an unspoken subject that never comes up. At times, he does ask where his father is. I just change the subject to something about getting him another doll and he focuses on that than the bombshell he just laid on me.
     As I told you, I didn't play with dolls and stuff when I was younger. I played with mechanical trucks and play guns. After I got my first child and last, I got my tubes tied and got a special operation done. It was something I always wanted to do when I was younger. I always thought I was 'one of the guys'. Now I am, sort of. I still have boobs but I don't have the female respiration part. You heard it right.
     Taylor is a unisex human being. I love it. That operation took a lot out of me and my wallet. I saved up for three years. Avery was two when I got it done. Now I have a thick and 9 inch dick. So if you haven't put the pieces together, yes I am a full on lebihonest.
     So, that is one physical characteristic of muah. Oh, here is a picture of my beautiful son.

Avery's close up...

      Man, is he such a beauty. He loves the camera and I love photography so it's a win-win. I get to take pictures of him while he is posing and trying to look serious. I know it took us a good 10 minutes to take this photo because he kept on laughing. It wasn't he fault I was making him laugh. He has my lips but his father's eyes.
     Sometimes I have to look away because his eyes remind me of dark times. He gets upset because he doesn't know why his mother has to look away from him and cry, silently. It's just too much for his innocence.
     I can't go through that time without crying my eyes out myself. It hurts way too much.
     Well, I am past that, kind of. I am going to tell you more characteristics of myself. I told you I like photography. I also like singing. My son loves it when I sing. He says it makes love...love. I don't know he is weird like his carrier aka me. I love to dance. It something about it that makes me feel free and forget about all the shit that goes on.
     I am in love with Demi Lovato. She will be my wife. I am not joking. I am finding her. I don't care if it takes me to 50. She will be mine.
     I also like to cook and bake. My son loves my specialty of mac 'n cheese. I have no idea why he loves the simplest thing. At the same time I'm glad because it's not hard to make. I am not into big, extravagant stuff like fame and fortune. I just want someone to hold and care for. I want to fall in love with someone that will be there to catch me and I'll be there to catch her.
     Aka Demi Lovato. I AM HERE. Just pointing that out there.
     I live in a medium size home in Milan. Brick house. I have a good size living room with my L-shaped sofa. I have two bathrooms also with three bedrooms. I turned one of them into a game/music room. One bedroom is mine. I have a queen size bed with a comforter that has music notes and Demi Lovato lyrics on it. I have a flat screen on the wall on the side of my bed. My bathroom is connected and I have a closet and all the stuff you keep in a bedroom nothing special. My colors of my room is red, white, and strangely blue with black.
      Avery's room is yellow and pink like lemonade. I can't see how his eyes don't hurt but that's what he wanted with lime green. It's actually pretty cute I just can't stand in there long because I get lightheaded.
     My kitchen is a.....kitchen. Cabinets, fridge, island in the middle with chairs on the side. My microwave implanted in between my cabinets above the counters. I'm filled with so much food in my kitchen it looks like I have way more than just a 23 year old and a 5 year old here. Kind of looks like I stash for on the run drug dealers or something. Like they hide here so the cops don't find them. Sadly I don't do that, I just eat like a pig on steroids that has a friend elephant.
      Now moving past my habit of eating like I'm in the apocalypse, I have friends. Yes, I actually have friends. Yay! My best friends are Clem, Jamie, Judy, and my love and eternity, but she doesn't know it, Serinity. Oh my gosh, just her name sounds amazing. I loved her since I came here. She is such a beautiful girl. No, not just beautiful. Breathtaking. She can just have her glasses on with her hair in a messy bun and still look like Megan Fox's clone. Even though, she looks nothing like her but you know what I mean. She's freaking UUUUUUGHHH. To my disappointment, she is straight as a pole or straighter. I don't think that is possible. She makes it seem like it though. She was here when I first moved here 2 years ago. Ever since then, she has been by my side. She didn't react when I told her that I was 'different'. She just said that it was cool and she would like to use it sometime. Straight girls, don't know what they do to girls like me.
     I met Jamie and Clem here in the small town. I've known Judy my whole life it seems. She knows what has gone on with my life and what has happened. I love her to death. She is my peanut butter and I'm her jelly jam. Yes, you can say we are sisters from another Asian and Black mister. I'm glad we are from another mister because I would not want her anywhere near my blood line that is connected to that piece of shit.
     Ummm, what else can I say? I have an undercut. I live for Calvin Klein. I have a slit in my right eyebrow. I Love that slit so much it makes me look smexy. I have tattoos. Let me count them down for you. I have one on my forearm. It's of a world and its broken and torn with rainbow colors running down. Across it says Love Heals. I have two on my back. I have an angel and another of Disney movies and stars. My other forearm I have a compass inside an eye and in cursive it says Find Love In Your Own Way  with a heart on the end.
     My last is on my neck and it says my mother's name. I loved that woman until she had to leave...
     I miss her so much.
Okay, now you have learned about me. I am going to tell you the life of...well...me. It's going to be crazy, exciting, one of a kind, and sometimes just fucking sad as hell. I hope you enjoy.

Okay so guysies, this is my first fanfic. I seriously don't know what I'm doing but hey. I thought maybe I can take up writing a little bit.