I keep thinking about how I'm supposed to be some boring, hairy, balding, romping stomping country man who objectifies women and I cringe so hard it makes me want to die, people think I have a choice that doesn't exist, I could never actually choose to be that I could only choose to be a closet case and what's the fucking point of that
Don't phobic people realize they're asking me to sacrifice my whole life? Why should I sacrifice my personality and sexuality and happiness? Who else is doing that? Who else is expected to neglect their happiness and hide their personality? How am I supposed to make the conscious decision to hate my breasts? How does a person consciously choose to not like what they like?
I would rather die than never get to feel beautiful and feminine again. I would rather die than spend the rest of my life never wearing pretty dresses and makeup and never being treated sweet and loved on by a man. Its the best feeling in the world.
