Inna
11-10-2014, 04:43 PM
hmmm, so OK, I guess I'm writing this here and now because...well, geee........................I am not sure my self!!!
When I set out on this journey, the journey to end all dead ends, I knew that the only holy grail awaiting would be the truth.
When I took an oath to the covenant of love, I was so focused on the purity and gravity of this dream, dream I have dreamed my entire life, that all the peripheral small detail of reality of this pursuit was blurred and vague at its best.
4 years and here I am, not complete by any means, yet enough to live within societal scrutiny as a woman, native to the eye of any onlooker, natural and normal.
In one way I have satisfied this goal of congruity, at least in the external character of being, however, despite this, I still know!
Besides all the psycho-analytic talk of self being female all along, I still remember the life gone by, which shaped me and gave a patina of grit I would live without if I could, yet I can't.
And the gravity of once occupying body of a male, and even though all this despite being devoid of choice, I still was, the girl within yet man without!
So, who am I?
Forever cast out from reality of being someone pure, simply normal, anyone but the freak within shadow of past, a trans-genetic traveler forever stuck in between the worlds, castaway looking into the horizon of normalcy to never see approaching vessels of rescue.
When I set out on this journey, the journey to end all dead ends, I knew that the only holy grail awaiting would be the truth.
When I took an oath to the covenant of love, I was so focused on the purity and gravity of this dream, dream I have dreamed my entire life, that all the peripheral small detail of reality of this pursuit was blurred and vague at its best.
4 years and here I am, not complete by any means, yet enough to live within societal scrutiny as a woman, native to the eye of any onlooker, natural and normal.
In one way I have satisfied this goal of congruity, at least in the external character of being, however, despite this, I still know!
Besides all the psycho-analytic talk of self being female all along, I still remember the life gone by, which shaped me and gave a patina of grit I would live without if I could, yet I can't.
And the gravity of once occupying body of a male, and even though all this despite being devoid of choice, I still was, the girl within yet man without!
So, who am I?
Forever cast out from reality of being someone pure, simply normal, anyone but the freak within shadow of past, a trans-genetic traveler forever stuck in between the worlds, castaway looking into the horizon of normalcy to never see approaching vessels of rescue.