Dear World,
Why must you be so unfair? Brought to this world in a vessel not of my own. Forced by day to lie behind these layers. By night to avoid the reflections and despair. With a family who cut the ties, and a friend or two left behind, the days seem as long as they are lonely. And as love flounders and flays to ask myself: "What man would ever want to be with a Trans-man like me?" To go through life with a smoke screen it seems. What person would want to live like that? Feeling as though they're lying, or that they won't ever be good enough. A constant sense of despair and trouble it seems to be. When I made the decision to transition I understood the repercussions and the sacrifices to be made. But still, I get irritated with the cards the world has dealt, and wish that I had been born a boy or simply could live life in the body given to me. And daggon... This world is a bit unfair and I can't help but write to help try to pass away the lonely nights. But, at the end of the day beyond the words I realize that I would rather be alone and happy as a Gay FTM than to continue in the body I'm in now and not deal with the sacrifices I've had to make. And, if I had to make the decision again I'd do it all over again.
Much Love,
Cole
A Gay Trans-man