Blair-Sheircome

Departing from the ship, Samuel's Wealth, the gian behemoth of spewing plasma mist that rise like natural steam, through the glossy white mass of sand like dry snow that covers the hills and mountains of Grand Silent Sands, a country known for it's freely flowing "sand" that is carried by the simplest gusts of winds before evaporating down the mountain sides, to step down the plank that connects the ship haphazardly with land seems like suicide, 15 feet of falls expect you if you trip, despite being assured of the plank bolted and tied in place I can't help but tremble, a clenching feeling in my stomach that gives me an aftertaste of today's

Though you have left, crossed my door and exited my porch You are always here, I speak long enchanting conversations with your toothbrush. And in the morning, I'm in no rush as I drink coffee with the empty space you left behind. Every night, when I come home, I'm greeted by a kiss by your memory When the time for sleep comes, I feel your warmth besides me And the day thereafter, when my gaze is upon the rafters as I wake  bleary eyed- and get told by the silk stockings you left behind, how much you still love me. Though you have left, you only took your body. Your memory, your way of life and very soul, remains here with me, hugging

Seriously, what does my sexual orientation have to do with my gender identity? So I'm a male, but I identify strongly with the female gender, I despise being a guy and frankly if had the choice I wouldn't be one. But even though I've come to accept this of myself, and I've made like massive improvements to my people skills ever since, it seems that /everyone/ doubts me. Finally when I'm sure about myself, everyone I've come out to as being transsexual, they've all just giggle on the inside and tell me that it can't be because I don't "seem like the type for it" or don't fit the stereotype. First, it was my psychiatrist who's first question w