Thursday 13 December 2012

bar staff

There was a girl, serving, she looked very prity. I spent most of the time when she was around, looking at her face, more to the point, the bone structure, her cheeks, hair, how it differs from men, what (if anything) i would need to change to look at prity as she did.

Its the same as the women in the office, I sit there watching, thinking how i would have to change to be able to wear the same kind of clothes they wore. Makeup, well, thats different, its just a matter of learing how to wear it but the clothes, Im ... oh i just want to ... to ... be accepted wearing stuff like they do, to be accepted wanting nothing but what women want, have and to hold

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