Today I work here in this the room I spent six years before leaving home.
Lesbian efforts
Distance
My own changes.
I like raymond.
I told myself and others I would write a book about Janice Raymond and her atrocious stance against us transsexuals. I believe that that which is my own is also the remnant of my wish to become strong, specifically, AGAINST her.
That is not that great. I also know that when I made my own life the benchmark for others to follow (in my mind at least) that I caused a lot of error and useless disfunctionality for me and my friends.
That said, I wish that there was a dream that I could ask would be my own. I don't know what is nice. I don't know what is love. I wish that I had my people as my life.
I don't know what is good. If you or anyone else ever believe in somebody or something, I wish to become a way to love what it is to be a feeling.
Now obsessing with feelings has become my business, since I have no one to talk to about the matters that interested me, since I have become flattened mentally and emotionally.
Good homes make strong offspring.
Yes, I am nuts.
Emanating reasons to like rain, I am,
Julia Murray
P.S., reading this over, I know that there was a time when few of these disturbing claims were true for me.
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