I'm so sick of the endless linguistic carousel of identity, if I have to play one more game of musical chairs over who can say they're what or why not I think I'll drop dead on the spot. If in five years I have to acquiesce to another name for what I am-or-ought-be, invented in some school I would never be accepted into, I'll quit society completely.

I don't want a pride flag of my own, a cohort of one, and I don't want state sanction to exist within a suffocating little exception to an order otherwise unmoved since 1492, of White Man And Woman and then all else a chaos to be ordered.

I'm not living for the hope of a Good Tranny Hall Pass. And I'm sick to death of everyone around me including the other girls and the other fags and the other inverts all thinking theyre the hall monitor. "Hold still while I scan your vibes and decide whether or not to be complicit in your social murder. "

I am not going to be satisfied living in a world where everyone will resent me as long as I'm alive, then to pretend they love me when I'm dead and can't call bullshit.