“Everyone at work knows about me,” TBB told me this morning. “There are some lesbians I taught who work there, and they have explained it well.
“I guess that’s good, but I don’t like it.”
Yeah, well, who would the fuck grew up wanting to be a tranny?
Being a tranny means that your life can turn into an episode of The Jerry Springer Show in a heartbeat, a place where mocking and attacking trannies is not only acceptable, but encouraged.
You know, like that laughing bag boy tonight.
You can’t hide and make a good life. Doesn’t give you the space to inflate the damn rear tyre before you go. Wears you down just having to sneak out quick.
But being out, well, that has costs too.
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