I really, really, fucking love being a girl.
Like. Fuck. All that eloquent floral linguistic shit is just
utterly inadequate.
I LOVE BEING ME AS A GIRL.
I like the me who is cute, and flirty, and adorable, and
sexy, and captivating, and alluring, and fun, and silly, and magnetic, and... just all the things. I like her a lot. She's fucking awesome.
I miss her when she's gone again. On some level I kind of
understand that I'm enby a lot, or even a guy sometimes. But it makes me sad.
She's my favorite me.
What the fuck does this all mean? I don't know. I just wish
I was always a girl I guess.
Hey, turns out I got my wish.
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