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i am a person. man, woman, why do you care? why do you care what i wear? why do you care where i have hair? what does it mean to you? i have hair, i have shiny lips, i wear baggy pants, i wear lace. its what i choose. why choose one or the other, a suit or a dress? bald or hairy? why force a decision on me, one that i have to choose the “correct” choice to in order to feel your love? if you want me to be someone you like, then dont give me the choice. im tired of trying to go on my own only to be pressured and degraded, be called “pretty” and be called “dog”. im not clay, i am a person. i have my wants. i want my body. i want to be seen the way i want to. not the way you want me to. why pretend like you dont care, only to make fun of me when you think i forgot about it? “do you think youre a boy? no? okay, so you are a girl, just like i thought. now go shave your legs.” fuck you.