Matthew

Even if you heart is kind you need rage to coexist in this cruel and horrid world. You need to embrace your manhood, your beautiful manhood that makes us feel like the thing that we are, a real man Behind all this flesh and blood exist that gorgeous man that needs to be constructed. My roots are bleeding, and, ykw? I'm angry. Because any of you could never understand having thirteen years old and crying in your room thinking that if you embrace yourself nobody wants you in that way, that your parents will be angry, mad or that even they don't want you in their lives after noticing that I was never her, that daughter. You could never understand why am I afraid of building bonds with people, to being so so uncomfortable with your body that you just want to dissapear... You could never never understand. And most of my rage borns of my personal experience. Maybe I'm Resentful, but listening my dad doubting of my own transition because i am femenine (and creating str...

 sometimes when i see my reflection on the mirror i fight against my impulses. i think i will never be her. and that doesn't scares me,because now i think i was never her. even if my body, my chest, my pussy, my hips or my lips even, but that really means im a girl? i barely saw her in the mirror, and she looks like a ghost to me.  but i have a constantly reminder, my mother telling me im her beautifull daughter, the "she" rumbling on my head...  I'm scared to show you my bare teeth, my rage. because i live represed a lot of time ago, and freedom looks scary to a bird that never learn how to fly. i live though the expectations of my parents, and a conditional love that a lot of the time makes me sick  I dont know if i repressed myself or if the people around me forced me to; im sorry mom but im never be that girl that you hope i become. Esentially because i was never her.  My rage, reprimed in the bottom of my chest, want to scream with the bottom of my lun...