Thursday, November 17, 2005

I am very very tired and my jaw hurts so I don't feel like talking about my emotions. So instead I'm going to talk about sex and gender. If anything genderqueer freaks you out go read somewhere else.

I was thinking this morning about gender because as I was sitting on the ferry on my way to work, I saw a very cute boy walk by and I had quite a moment of lechery. I thought almost immediately about dragging him into the unisex single stall loo and buggering him until he begged for mercy or creamed all over the sink.

I am not entirely female. Biologically yes I am all girl but, emotionally, psychologically and spiritually I am part all man. Big nasty butt fucking faggoty man.

There are a lot of people who don't understand how I can say that when at a look, and upon closer inspection I am very much woman. Little nasty fucking faggoty woman.

I have never felt any issue with it. I am not gender confused. No one ever planted the idea in my head. It's just there. Always has been.

It's a hard thing to explain to most people. And right now I just don't feel like it. If you absolutely must know more go to the library and/or go buy a book. I don't feel the need to play instructor and/or homo diplomat.

Back to my original thought.

After I entertained the little mental porno of screwing the boy I realized much to my amusement that God in Her infinite wisdom (or whatever) made a good choice in not making me a biological man. I don't think I'd be a nice man.

External genetalia would probably give me that last little excuse to try and hump everyone I find attractive. Not to mention the whole peeing thing. I would piss on things and probably get arrested for it. Spiteful, vengeful peeing is far easier when all you have to do is unzip and not squat.

Further more. I would probably have a bad habit of tea bagging people out of spite. And for recreation.

So people thank your Gods that I do not have a cock. Just think of all the buttholes and mostly straight boys who are safe from being violated by me.

That's not to say I don't feel like I have a cock. I frequently talk about my cock and balls. I have been heard to threated to stick my dick in someone's ear, nose, butt, or mouth. Told people to lick my sweaty balls, that they make my balls hurt etc.

Some people are a little traumatized and very confused by that. I don't really care.

And really the illusion that all boy butts and girl parts are safe from some Nudiemuse brand Deep Dicking (tm). Don't think for a minute I will not bend you over and fuck you until you can't see.

Why?

Because I would.

And I'd enjoy it.

And let's not even discuss getting kinky. Just say Yes Sir and mean it and we won't have any problems.

Ok I think I've spent my load on the subject for now. And probably frightened a few people but that's ok. It's good for you.

In other news I have the worst kind of craving for Chinese food right now.

It's so bad my balls hurt.

Homo Out.
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1 comment:

Colette Phair said...

You know, I really think women thinking they are men "inside" and vice versa is just a response to societal ideals about what "man" and "woman" are supposed to mean. I've gone this way too at times, but it's so fuckedup that other people tell us what we are so much, what women are, that we have to say "Okay, I'm not a woman then" rather than just redefine what a woman is. Like it's easier to just give up our identity than argue about it.

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