index | archives | notes Friday, May. 05, 2006 7:10 p.m. << [ "I Try. No I Don't." ] >> Today I stood in front of the mirror, the big one we use for a dressing room in drama. Behind the table I stood and stared at myself, pulled my hoodie tight over my waist and asked everyone who passed if I was masculine. One little girl, in an attempt to make me feel better, said, "I'd sleep with you. If I was a man." then growled at the mirror. She's a cutie. Another grabbed my chin and kissed me on the mouth. I started crying while the teacher was talking, but why is anyone's guess. I stood with my hands on my hips, with my hoodie on, off, sideways, looking myself in the hips, waist, breasts, shoulders, face. He said he considers me a boy before he left. The thing about addictions is, they don't judge. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org