2018-12-23 at 8:55 PM UTC
Over the last few months I have been slowly confiding in some of my co-workers about some of my struggles with being a trans individual who sexually identifies as a toaster.
Being trans-handicapped is a daily struggle for me.
Everyday my mind tells me "that leg shouldn't work".
I opened up about how ever since I was a teenager I would fake a limp.
You would see dumb ass me as a teenager limping out to get the mail or limping through the isles of Walmart.
I had no legitimate reason for a limp.
It is was psychological. All in my head.
Why did I ever think I wanted to be handicapped?
What made that 1st thought grow so strong as I would regularly be at school limping through the halls?
Truth is that I do not know.
I am done looking for answers.
All I know is I actually have a bit of a real limp. Ever slight as it may be it is noticeable at times.
I am happy now.
Me and my limp.
I am completer.
2018-12-24 at 7:41 AM UTC
Ughhu
Tuskegee Airman
[tepidly antiquate my affinity]
What’s your favourite bread to toast?
I like a nice sourdough
2018-12-24 at 7:58 AM UTC
Ughhu
Tuskegee Airman
[tepidly antiquate my affinity]
Are you a chick with a dick or a fag with a hole? Either way be careful meth aids and fags are like peas in a pod
2018-12-24 at 7:59 AM UTC
kill yourself you degenerate faggot