SadEast

When I was 7, I wanted to be a boy. My mum had to call me with a boy name for almost a year. Happily she was open minded enough to do it and not to send me to the psychiatrist.
Later, as I looked much older than my real age, I had to deal pretty soon with male "courtesy". I was aghast that even if you don't want to, being a girl is enough to turn you in a kind of boy toy. So I tried really hard XXXXL trousers and short hair. But I was too girly, nobody was fooled!
Then came the years of aggressive rebellion against this gender system (and not Men, let me be clear! I've always been in love with men (and sometimes girls...), even during this hard time of war!)."But Guys! Why do you always have to interrupt two girls having a drink at a bar and ask them if they're alone? God! Beeing without a guy doesn't mean we're alone!!!!!" And by the way my strap-on is bigger than your dick! Damn... I'm starting again...