Inna
08-11-2010, 12:03 AM
For all my life I knew I was different, than boys that is, throughout my life I had to play pretty convincing pretend to go about days worth, without confrontations. Daily I was picked on for being feminine, given girls nickname, and occasionally bullied for my girlishness. I was called a girl by strangers giving my mother fuel for explanation. I had to put on the manly show and I got very good at pretend and sometimes I forgot I was playing the part, but was I?
With all my heart I want to believe that I finally am all the girl I always dreamed of being, but some thoughts keep on haunting again and again. As a small boy I did not play with dolls nor did I hang out with girls, I assimilated my thinking to that of girls but often thought they were silly and their games kind of boring. Older I got I wanted to become a woman but on my terms sensual yet tomboyish, sexy yet strong, beautiful......well just beautiful.
And finally I got so tangled up in life that here I was a father, husband, citizen, and yet Alexia, soft, sensual, fragile, screaming from within for help.
No I am not a girlie girl, the one who stands by her man, the one who loves horses, the one who loves chick flicks........wait I do like chick flicks and cry my eyes out when he finally comes back and holds her in his arms and aawww.................sorry.
Well you sort of get the picture, am I just so confused and tangled up in all the emotional stuff or am I just a girl who was trapped within this brutal sequence of events called life.
I feel a girl within much stronger than the boy without but she still likes to race cars not horses, wear jeans and tshirts, I suppose if she only had a physique in line with her soul a lot would be different, maybe.
Am I the only one?
With all my heart I want to believe that I finally am all the girl I always dreamed of being, but some thoughts keep on haunting again and again. As a small boy I did not play with dolls nor did I hang out with girls, I assimilated my thinking to that of girls but often thought they were silly and their games kind of boring. Older I got I wanted to become a woman but on my terms sensual yet tomboyish, sexy yet strong, beautiful......well just beautiful.
And finally I got so tangled up in life that here I was a father, husband, citizen, and yet Alexia, soft, sensual, fragile, screaming from within for help.
No I am not a girlie girl, the one who stands by her man, the one who loves horses, the one who loves chick flicks........wait I do like chick flicks and cry my eyes out when he finally comes back and holds her in his arms and aawww.................sorry.
Well you sort of get the picture, am I just so confused and tangled up in all the emotional stuff or am I just a girl who was trapped within this brutal sequence of events called life.
I feel a girl within much stronger than the boy without but she still likes to race cars not horses, wear jeans and tshirts, I suppose if she only had a physique in line with her soul a lot would be different, maybe.
Am I the only one?