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I want to be half boy, half girl
I like certain parts, and not others
I like my rough boys frame,
I hate my boyish scraggly arms,
I hate the way my hair falls into a part if I let it grow just a touch too long,
I hate the way my breasts hang heavy against my chest
But I love the way my waist curves in to part my womanly chest from my tight little boyish hips
I love the way my calves are curvy, and that I have 'girlish' legs
I hate the way my muscles refuse to grow, no matter how hard I work out
I like that I can be taken, as both a girl, and a boy,
And either way, I’m assumed to like girls
I'm either a straight boy, or a very gay girl
And yet it frustrates me when they assume I am one or the other, and I have no in between
Can I not be a girl down below and a boy up top, is that idea so hard to comprehend?
I'm not a boy, but I'm not a girl either,
I suppose I lay somewhere in the middle.
I like certain parts, and not others
I like my rough boys frame,
I hate my boyish scraggly arms,
I hate the way my hair falls into a part if I let it grow just a touch too long,
I hate the way my breasts hang heavy against my chest
But I love the way my waist curves in to part my womanly chest from my tight little boyish hips
I love the way my calves are curvy, and that I have 'girlish' legs
I hate the way my muscles refuse to grow, no matter how hard I work out
I like that I can be taken, as both a girl, and a boy,
And either way, I’m assumed to like girls
I'm either a straight boy, or a very gay girl
And yet it frustrates me when they assume I am one or the other, and I have no in between
Can I not be a girl down below and a boy up top, is that idea so hard to comprehend?
I'm not a boy, but I'm not a girl either,
I suppose I lay somewhere in the middle.
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Are you a boy or a girl?
Mama stood frozen, staring down at the cherubic little redhead, his words still ringing in her ears. "Are you a boy or a girl?" The other redhead, the little one's brother, blushed and hastily touched the boy's shoulder. "Ao-chan, that was mean." Finally shaking off the shock of the child's keen perception, Mama gave a shaky laugh. "It's quite alright, Hayes-sama. May I answer him?" She smiled at the confused expression Ace shot her before he nodded and let go of his brother.
She knelt and took the little boy's hands in hers, running her thumbs in gentle circles over the backs of his hands. "I know it's a little confusing, since I have a boy
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transgender FtM
tumours on my chest
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'I Am Gay' - Wryter
I want to have sex with everything that has a Y chromosome.
My femininity will rub off on you if you get too close.
I must vomit at the sight of bras, panties, and girls in general.
I am horribly offended when you mention any of the following: gay porn, buttsex, femininity, cross-genders, and bad decorating.
I am overly emotional.
I have seen RENT, Brokeback Mountain, and the Laramie Project.
I march in parades, and shout "I'm here, I'm queer, get used to it" at regular intervals during everyday life.
Rainbows are present in every piece of cloth I own.
I am desperately in love with EVERY boy. No exceptions.
Sticks and stones may brea
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