So this is gonna shock some, if not most. I've walked this planet 26 years, and have been suppressing the number one true problem about who I am.
Transgendered. A woman mind and soul imprisoned in the body of a six foot tall ape. It's been suppressed for pretty much my whole life. And all the moments of rage and anger peaking in my life, most likely stems from the real me and refusing to accept it.
Or rather, accept me.
If I lose followers, so what? I'm not here to make you all happy with my life, but with my art.
I've been keeping a blog about opening the prison doors to her. To Haley. Pushing her out the door, cleaning the blood off the walls, and making sure there will never again be a vacancy.
All these years, my fascination with the female body. The shape, the figure, everything about it. It's not what I wanted to have sexually, but who I wanted to be physically. Now all these renders make sense eh? And Megan, the love of the 3d me? Person in the same transgendered boat, but out of the shadows much longer than I have. My girlfriend.
I see her for who she is on the inside, and less on the outside. She adds a new dimension of meaning to my life.
Mom, brother, sister, and granddad know about me too.
Am I asking for emotional and moral support? Maybe. Am I asking for financial support (e-begging) in getting counciling and medication? No.
Just support me. If you want to be a simple minded bigot and spew hatred at me, I will block you indefinitely.
Listening to: Cpu and case fans
Playing: Unreal Tournament 3