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So um... physical appearance first I guess. I got medium brown hair. Chin length. Medium brown eyes. Pale skin. I'm Brazilian, but look like a white American. I'm 5'9, weigh 153 pounds. I'm pretty slim, and kind of toned. Though I do have some meat on me too, especially on my legs/thighs. And my thighs kind of jiggle a lot, but they're not "FAT." I shave off all of my body hair, though I'm not hairy to begin with. I got zero facial hair, so no need to even shave. I like to wear short shorts...3-5 inch inseam. About mid-thigh, or covering half my thigh, or slightly less. Rise up half an inch when I sit. I paint my nails all sorts of pretty colors, too. Physically, I clearly look masculine, and can't pass for a girl. I look like a regular guy who just happens to paint his nails, shave his legs, and wear short shorts.

Then personality... I am very sweet, caring, kind, affectionate. I always ask people how their day is, in a very soft voice, and am willing to listen to someone's problems, always. I love affection, hugs, cuddles, and kisses... though I always ask if the person is okay with it first, obviously. I also am sensitive. I cry at beautiful movies or beautiful songs. I also am good with animals and children. "Motherly" even. Though I don't desire to have my own pets or kids, too much work. But I like playing with like my friend's younger brothers and sisters, and their pets.

Then gender identity and sexuality... bisexual for sure. Then uh... femboy, agender, trans girl, and gender-fluid all apply. I don't necessarily WANT to be a woman, but I wouldn't mind if I was.

I do not plan to ever do hormone replacement therapy or sex reassignment surgery though. Too much work, money, risk, and papers. I'd rather keep things how they are. I'm happy this way.

I wanted to watch some PG-13 movie when I was 11. All of my friends were allowed to. But no, I couldn't be exposed to anything that might "warp my fragile little mind".

They were still reviewing the lyrics of songs before they let me buy them when I was 15 FUCKING YEARS OLD.

In high school, I wanted to play football. The coach at my school was very safety-oriented, & my parents knew him & liked him. But no, their precious little baby couldn't possibly ever do anything the least bit dangerous.

& a billion other things like that. My friends were playing a game with toy guns when I was 15, but could I play? No, because "guns are serious & shouldn't be a game" - my beloved smother.

As soon as I can move out, I will. I'll start chain-smoking, knowing that it would destroy my parents to know that Iwas breathing pure cancer into my lungs multiple hours every day.

As soon as I live alone & have the money to buy alcohol, I'll be the cheapest vodka I can find & drink until I black out every night that I don't have work the next day. & if one day, I don't wake up, I don't really care. Oblivion is all I crave.

I'll play football now, but unlike if I had done it at school, I won't wear a helmet or any other protective gear. I'd love to get a concussion, & then call up my mom & tell her that I got when & tell her exactly why.

When I have the money, I will buy a motorcycle, & always ride it with no helmet. Yes, I could die or become a vegetable, no, I don't care.

You tried to overprotect me, mom and dad? Well, watch me completely neglect myself. Watch me total my life. Watch me not care. Who's in charge now, huh? Who is powerless now?

I've even considered joining the army. Of course, it would take at least one year, probably two to get in shape so that I would be accepted, & I would have to start eating healthier, too, which doesn't appeal, & I've heard that basic training is difficult.

But still, maybe if I came home in a body bag, my parents would finally understand.