Inna
08-13-2010, 11:53 PM
I am not a woman yet I am not a man, a distinct word which describes transexuals does fit best but it is used to describe totally different being, ******* is word I am looking for. I am both intrinsically, identifying my inner spirit to that of a worrier feminine being intertwined in a tango of opposite emotions holding close in a tight dance. My body, strong and rough cursed and sweltered, adorned with heaps of mass and porous brute. Yet I am able to dance soft, calm, with angelic lightness coming from within my eternal soul, I am a light of mornings blissful wonder, softly touching rested flesh with warm embrace and goodness to come. I am soft within the walls of would have been, but wake me up and the beast will then awaken spewing fire and destruction to prove the point or settle bet. I am not a woman yet I am not a man, paint my brute face in colors of rainbow and dance seductive beat seams a lie, yet, I find my soul in this dance of sorrow, and turn the weep and dry the tears, and lough of joy emerges through my painted face. Adorned with cloth of softest linen and scent of flower penetrating my senses I glow with warmest of glows and become a spirit of that which is pure. Awkward scene it must be to the one who gimps upon thee, for the sight screams contradiction and invites confusing blows, yet I dance this blissful trance and transcend through boundaries walls, full of joy and wonder in the world. I am not a woman but I am not a man.