Me, fucking me.
I will be whoever the fuck I want.
Let me repeat that.
I, Faith Rider, will be, whoever, whatever, the fuck I want.
Everyone is putting themselves in boxes,
"I'm straight!."
"I'm Gay!"
"I'm Bi!"
"I'm Trans!"
I'm me.
I love who I love,
I look the way I look,
I'm the gender I am.
Maybe it's easy for me,
I don't feel connected to my body.
I have boobs,
so what?
I can be a guy if I want.
I'm Faith,
nothing more than that.
If I feel attracted to someone,
that's it,
I'm attracted to them.
If I love someone,
that's it,
I love them.
If I want to marry someone,
I will marry them.
If I want kids,
I'll have them.
I don't fucking care,
if anyone is comfortable with that.
I'm not anything you can say,
I'm not anything I can say.
The best description is,
me.
Fucking me.
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