In view of the subtle dialectical relationship between [pseudo-male] and [transvestite], I feel that I have completely lost my right to speak.
The Nth time I was accosted by a gay, the Nth time I was kicked out of the women's restroom, the Nth time I was transferred to the boys' queue by the teacher, the Nth time I was given a weird look by the saleslady in the underwear store... The following is an endless loop.
Sadness prompts distant eyes.
I also had a Loli era when I was innocent, cute and cute.
Lord God, please save my humble BG love life.