She could live without love, but the passion was a necessity. So many mystical moods had open new doors and excruciating passion. Passion that was so deep, she felt that every cell in her body, had its own individual orgasm. Yes, as just as long as, there was passion like she had come to know, it didn’t matter to her about love. Finding someone who cared was not on her agenda. There were too many qualms about her gender, and society is obsessed about what people do in their own skin and bedrooms. She and her friends are considered vermin. She was a self-declared sociopath, because she brushed off vicious insults that were hurled her way. The haters always rebelled and tried to change people living the lives they want. Yes she had a penis, No, she was not a man. How was she ever going to get the haters and the doubters to ever understand that? (to be continued......)
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