Diary of a Trans-Glamazonian Princess

Nobody gets it. Sometimes I’m just anti social. I don’t always want to be bothered with introductions, hellos or goodbyes. I don’t always want to feign a smile or pretend that I care. I awoke wanting to be alone. No, I wasn’t made uncomfortable by a heterosexual couple or by the presence of a man. The children running around the house made no difference either. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. I didn’t want to be seen by anyone. I wanted, for whatever reason, to lock myself away and experience my emotions alone. I wanted to grieve, to mourn my lonliness. All of the men I meet want but one thing from me or nothing at all. After what I believe to be a great moment has passed I’m punched in the face with the reality that it was all a farce to try and lure me to bed. I’m sad for myself and sad for a world that is so blind. And now angry that even my actions (considered rude or whatever) are misunderstood. It is complex. That’s all I’ve got to say… Silence can be golden as can solitude.