It is so hard to be yourself in a world where the only mission is to regurgitate for the sake of power.
Crossdressing to me is a big F-you to all the haters and the world, but it’s also a sense of relief and escapism.
I am trying my very hardest not to hide behind a wig and try to come out as myself but there are times where the retaliation in my mind is overwhelming.
Sometimes, I just want a man to walk towards me with respect. Shake my hand, look me in the eye, for I am that bitch. Being validated for my work and my existence rather than my sexuality and body is so much more to me.
I am a baby in the cosmos, and infant in reality but I am proud of my spirit guides.
My walk and action says it all.