I've always known I was a girl.
(Er, no I didn't.)
I hated playing with trucks and I loved playing with dolls.
(My Tonka dumptruck used to carry my GI Joes around.)
The moment I heard the word "transsexual" I knew that was what I was.
(I was terrified at the possibility--I knew what people did to trans folk in this culture!)
I left home at an early age so I could be my true self.
(If by "early" you mean "after I got a college degree", sure.)
I worked as a prostitute....
...So I could afford surgery for my boobs....
(Home grown, baybee!)
(No, really, this is my actual nose, I inherited it from my mom....)
...And, well, down there.
(That's none of your damn business. In fact none of this surgery talk is your damn business, sirma'am.)
And now I'm a well-adjusted....
(Ignore these scars I got from living in a cis-supremacist world. Why change now?)
(Ignore my girlfriend while you're at it.)
I'm no longer transsexual.
And I wish those troublemaking transgender people would just mind their business.
(TRANS LIBERATION NOW!)