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And now for things that are harder to say
I will start with what comes easy
for I know
that we as people
We fall in love with each other
We do not fall in Love with a Gender
For the idea of Gender is the creation of men
and does not reflect the Truth
Each of our bodies are made to accommodate the love of either MALE or FEMALE
For all of the organs we use for Sex
We use for waste as well, there is Gender Equality
And from all we gain, either relief or pleasure
And we are at once Man and Woman
When it comes to sex
For when a man is penetrated, he derives pleasure from penetration
For there is pleasure in penetration
Climbing the mount to the Ultimate Climax
It may please, though one cannot routinely reach the summit
Again Gender
For there are men whom embody women and give off their scent
And to them, Man will have an even greater attraction
Than to her, cloaked in the female form
And they know not why
But it is fair to say that our opposite forms attract each other
And it is fair to say, there is good reason for this
And it is fair to say, that man and woman should procreate
But then these things have nothing to do with love and the joining of souls
To bring life into being is apart from these matters.
It is a favor for friends
for in each that is born
The soul of an old Love is reintroduced into this wonderful world
And this new reborn soul will live with or without LOVE and NURTURING
From them that bore them or sowed their seed
It is the initial sacrifice, to create and carry that was your debt
It is LOVE for humanity, culled from your trip to hell, that bends your heart to care for one entering
A cold world with no one at their side
But it is not fair
It is not just
to declare WHOM or WHAT
ONE must like or LOVE
These cannot extend in one direction and not another
For this world is full of variety
And just as a man may be drawn to a woman of Red Hair and Pale complexion
So he may be drawn to a woman of Jet
And so a woman may desire a man who be tall with dark features
She may also be drawn to one who is short and mild
And so a MAN may be drawn to a MAN
Who is unlike himself, whether he be soft or rough
And so a WOMAN may be drawn to a WOMAN
that is unlike her
But if they sought what they seek in the opposite sex
They very well may find them
Or they may NOT
It is just the world conspiring to have more
More of us
that it may marvel at our works
and one day tell the universe of this most BEAUTIFUL MOTHER
and RADIANT and watchful FATHER
And we will be CLOAKED
In GENDER RAIMENT
For it is a beautiful frock
And when removed
WE REVEAL OUR BEAUTIFUL STOCK
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When it all goes wrong, when it all went wrong; before you knew that people would lie to you, friends would lie to you. But it wasn’t just lies, that was the tricky part. Like a cartoon character summoned by the aroma of a fresh baked pie on the window sill, they would lead you astray just to get the thing you were already blessed to have. But there were two unfortunate items. The first was, of course, you didn’t know you were blessed to have the thing. No one told you really, they only discouraged and tried to shake it out of you with dreams of growing up in which all foolish things must be left behind. So it was obviously fools who defined what was foolish. The second item was that you figured as bad as they were bad-mouthing the thing you had, they couldn’t possibly want it. Well yes and no.
They called her a ho’ and a slut and a tramp and any man a fool for treating her with any kind of fondness. Your manhood was of course in question because you were treating said women with much fondness but what did you know? You had a beautiful girl who wanted to spend every moment with you. She walked into your high school English class with the boldness of a grifter and told your teacher that there was an emergency and you had to come right that instant. The teacher saw the earnest expression on her face and called you out. She’d planned on failing you anyway but it wasn’t like you cared right? You didn’t care, you were going to rush home to your room with her; slip into your bed and get lost in ecstacy. But we’re all horny; no, this was something more. It wasn’t just the act, it was the feeling behind the act, how you looked at her in the dark and her face was a clear picture, it glowed as the moon. For you it was a reflection of your happiness. When you told her you loved her it came from a place with no words and was expressed with a feeling that was without doubt.

