Transphobia

September 16, 2025

I was told I wasn't "extraordinary"

By my own Father -

Then he tried to beat me up

When I said I'd like to learn how to paint again

I don't blame him -

I've chased one ridiculous dream after another

And he's supported me the whole time

He doesn't think this "thing" I am is "extraordinary" -

He thinks it's lower than dirt

I am the living embodiment of

Of the "Dipshit, Coke Head Son'

In the Woody Allen movie

That's the reason Audrey Miles responded to my comment on Twitter

She was coming out to her family about the fact that she's in Porn

And I told her I "hoped they could handle it in a Civilized Manner"

She said, "Me Too."

I've loved her ever since

Especially the fact that she works with Trans Performers -

Seeing her sucking or getting fucked by Trans Cock is exquisite -

It makes me think I'd like to hire a Trans Sex Worker -

I'd like to get fucked like Audrey -

On all fours

With the Mythical Beast shrieking and flapping it's wings above me

Nothing would satisfy me more

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