become a drag queen

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Chapter one: I am dragged to Olympus

My life could not get any worse. I was running for my life from a fierce lion. It jumped to attack, but right before it got to me, it suddenly disappeared. Everything disappeared. It was pitch black for a few seconds, then I found myself on a soft ground. I looked around and saw lumps in it and thought if they wanted the place to look like clouds. When I tried to leave, a man told me that I need to rest. I refused and got up, but my ribs started hurting, so I laid back down.
The man was hot and seems nice. He has curly blond hair and a deep tan. The man seems to love music and poetry because he kept singing and telling me poems. The man wore ancient Greek close which confused me.
The man told me a story about Apollo and Eros were Eros made Apollo love Daphne, but Daphne to resist any man. When Daphne's father turned her into a tree to save her from Apollo, Apollo used her leaves to make a Laural wreath and called it his own tree. The weird thing is that the man told it as if he were Apollo. I didn't blame him, That man does remind me of the god of light.
After about two hours of rest, The man woke me up with music. I finally figured his actual name was Apollo when a man said"Apollo, please stop."
Apollo obeyed him and said: "yes: Zeus", so I Knew the man's name was Zeus which made it weird. I asked Zeus if he had a wife named Hera, and he just said: "yes.", which surprised me more.

Apollo stood up and said: "Hera is my stepmother; my real mother is Leto."

I turned to Zeus and asked if Apollo may overthrow him because they seem like Greek gods and I wanted to be funny, but he said that Apollo didn't come from Metis or he would be Athena's brother, then he said that Athena may overthrow him.

I looked at him confused "why are you all name after Greek gods"

Zeus laughed and answered," We are them!"


I looked at Zeus doubtfully, so he pulled out a real looking lightning bolt. I still didn't believe him, so he turned into an eagle, then I kind of believed him. I looked at every one else to see who else would proof that they were a god, then a girl wearing an ancient Greek helmet stood up a whispered something to a guy with a bad foot. With her grey eyes and the helmet that she wore, She was easy to tell as if she had a shirt that said, " I am Athena"
Athena came over to me and turned Zeus into an olive tree and told me that she can make me extremely wise and smart. I didn't believe her, so Athena just looked at me which was kind of scary and left to sit.
Then Apollo rose to speak to Athena which made everyone else laugh." Athena, goddess of wisdom, Please turn Zeus back into a god."
Athena answered" Apollo, great archer god of light, I can't do so. I must only obey Zeus."
Apollo was in the middle of laughing and angry. "Athena, I am serious, I think that if Zeus could speak, he would order you to do so."
Athena sat in Zeus' throne and said, "I am queen of the gods now! sorry Hera, you and your husband a no longer rulers of Olympus."
Unlike me, Hera took that seriously." Oh I knew that this would happen. She is the child of Metis, I think acting like a male counts." then she turned to Athena, " Queen Athena, please be a fair queen and not have love affairs with mortal men."
The entire council laughed including me because Athena is a virgin.
"If the mortal girl can sing an entire song in Greek, Zeus will be back" said Athena.
Apollo looked at her. " now leave the mortal out of this! She doesn't even know Greek! Wait, you want to become queen don't you."
Athena said "no, I am going to make Juli able to speak Greek, and you will make her sing very beautifully. Got it!"
Apollo refused, but Athena said that she was giving orders now, so they worked together to make me sing really good in Greek. I didn't really know Greek, but when I was singing, the words that came out was in Greek even when I tried to sing in English.
Athena turned Zeus back into a god and looked at Apollo. Apollo was confused until he looked at me and told me that he will take me home. So far, they seemed really kind except that they were being really silly. I got to ride in Apollo's chariot to go to Earth back with my family and friends.
I ran to my parents and greeted them and said that I had a wonderful time. They asked me what I did, but if I told them, they wouldn't believe me, so I said that I forgot. My parents believed me because they knew of my short memory.
It was night time, so I went to bed and dreamed about being a god and having powers. I was the goddess of music and worked with Apollo. We would go to visit the muses almost every day and occasionally saw someone We both didn't know talking to the Muses. I didn't know If it was a dream or a message that I will become a goddess and visit the Muses with Apollo. I could ask him to tel
I am not that good of a writer. I just found out that I used the geography wrong. oops! Don't pay attension to grammar. I can't afford to edit it. I never really did good with grammar.


So I am a boy, but I fell like I am meant to be a girl. I look very girly and I feel much better if I am dressed like a girl. I want to and would feel really great and comfortable in womens' clothes, shoes, makeup, etc. The thing is, I feel like I am a girl. I do not have a manly body at all. I am very thin and feminine looking and I am also just a teenager. I just feel like I am all around happier when Im a girl. So what I am asking for is a little advice.Like a list of things I should do and stuff? What should I do to make myself look more like a girl/woman? I do not want to be looked at as a drag queen. As long as you give some advice I can totally pull it off! I just want help on how to become a girl basically! What should I do to feel more like a girl, and be percieved as one?Like what to wear? Or do? etc. The weird thing is, that I am attracted to females also! I guess I just like them better all around, no offence to anyone! Thanks


So I am a boy, but I fell like I am meant to be a girl. I look very girly and I feel much better if I am dressed like a girl. I want to and would feel really great and comfortable in womens' clothes, shoes, makeup, etc. The thing is, I feel like I am a girl. I do not have a manly body at all. I am very thin and feminine looking and I am also just a teenager. I just feel like I am all around happier when Im a girl. So what I am asking for is a little advice.Like a list of things I should do and stuff? What should I do to make myself look more like a girl/woman? I do not want to be looked at as a drag queen. As long as you give some advice I can totally pull it off! I just want help on how to become a girl basically! What should I do to feel more like a girl, and be percieved as one? Like what to wear? Or do? etc. The weird thing is, that I am attracted to females also! I guess I just like them better all around, no offence to anyone! Thanks


So I am a boy, but I fell like I am meant to be a girl. I look very girly and I feel much better if I am dressed like a girl. I want to and would feel really great and comfortable in womens' clothes, shoes, makeup, etc. The thing is, I feel like I am a girl. I do not have a manly body at all. I am very thin and feminine looking and I am also just a teenager. I just feel like I am all around happier when Im a girl. So what I am asking for is a little advice.Like a list of things I should do and stuff? What should I do to make myself look more like a girl/woman? I do not want to be looked at as a drag queen. As long as you give some advice I can totally pull it off! I just want help on how to become a girl basically! What should I do to feel more like a girl, and be percieved as one?Like what to wear? Or do? etc. The weird thing is, that I am attracted to females also! I guess I just like them better all around, no offence to anyone! Thanks


So I am a boy, but I feel like I am meant to be a girl. I look very girly and I feel much better if I am dressed like a girl. I want to and would feel really great and comfortable in womens' clothes, shoes, makeup, etc. The thing is, I feel like I am a girl. I do not have a manly body at all. I am very thin and feminine looking and I am also just a teenager. I just feel like I am all around happier when Im a girl. So what I am asking for is a little advice.Like a list of things I should do and stuff? What should I do to make myself look more like a girl/woman? I do not want to be looked at as a drag queen. As long as you give some advice I can totally pull it off! I just want help on how to become a girl basically! What should I do to feel more like a girl, and be percieved as one? Like what to wear? Or do? etc


The GOP seems to have devolved into an intensely anti-intellectual modern-day equivalent of the Know Nothing Party. Today's Repuglicans seem to be becoming increasingly more xenophobic, racist and chauvinistic with each passing day.

Such uneducated and base radio entertainers as the closet queen Rush Limpballs, the screaming house painter Sean Vannity and that pudgy drunk Glenda Beck are dragging down a once proud party.

Contards who want to rant against this question rather than attempt to answer it might be advised to first look up those words they think but aren't particularly certain that they know.


So I am a boy, but I fell like I am meant to be a girl. I look very girly and I feel much better if I am dressed like a girl. I want to and would feel really great and comfortable in womens' clothes, shoes, makeup, etc. The thing is, I feel like I am a girl. I do not have a manly body at all. I am very thin and feminine looking and I am also just a teenager. I just feel like I am all around happier when Im a girl. So what I am asking for is a little advice.Like a list of things I should do and stuff? What should I do to make myself look more like a girl/woman? I do not want to be looked at as a drag queen. As long as you give some advice I can totally pull it off! I just want help on how to become a girl basically! What should I do to feel more like a girl, and be percieved as one?Like what to wear? Or do? etc


So I am a boy, but I fell like I am meant to be a girl. I look very girly and I feel much better if I am dressed like a girl. I want to and would feel really great and comfortable in womens' clothes, shoes, makeup, etc. The thing is, I feel like I am a girl. I do not have a manly body at all. I am very thin and feminine looking and I am also just a teenager. I just feel like I am all around happier when Im a girl. So what I am asking for is a little advice.Like a list of things I should do and stuff? What should I do to make myself look more like a girl/woman? I do not want to be looked at as a drag queen. As long as you give some advice I can totally pull it off! I just want help on how to become a girl basically! What should I do to feel more like a girl, and be percieved as one?Like what to wear? Or do? etc.


im an 18 year old guy who wants to be a drag queen and work in drag clubs. how do i go about doing this?


i have been seing this scorpio woman on and off for about two years now,there is a pattern in our relationship that seems to somewhat become a headache for me!

she always tells me she wants to remove herself from mylife because she doens't like hurting me and that im very good to her.She has gone as far as saying that she loves me!then she sends me text to tell me i must forget what she said cos she can't afford to loose me! confusing really

recently the pattern has started again.im a capricorn guy and don't fall in love so easily.We had a talk about an ex of hers and she made it clear she loves me and wants to be with me and not the ex.because im cap and don't trust easily i keep asking her if she really is over the guy! i then told her that i really need clarity on where i stand cos i really Love this Women.This is the response i received.Please help in decifering this...i replied obssesively like an addict but now i don't want to call her or talk to her...

I hate to say this to you, but i prefer you as a friend nothing more than that. I though that we would be able to build something, but sorry to say this i dont see that being possible. I just can bring myself to trust you.. I think it's time i told you all this. Dont want to waist your time anymore, having to drag you knowing that nothing will happen between us aint fair and that's being heartless.. The reason why i have been dragging you is that i cant seem to let go of somebody who in my world is the perfect man. You've got all the qualities that i need in a man,,.the qualities that im looking for is:that is: im looking for a friend mo than anything, somebody who can be mine and nobody else's, who respects and treats me like me a queen. and i got all that from you. . And i would like to say that i appreciate it so much, you've developed positively, lessons learnt form you i cant seem to list them down even if i wanted to, there's a whole lot.

Its time i told you the truth, it breaks my heart but cnt do this anymore, Hope you find it your heart to forgive me for the hurt i have caused in your life.I didnt mean to....This is from the bottom of my heart


This isn't just a matter of religion anymore, I hate being this way!!!!!

I want to be a girl and I am 100% attracted to men and I keep trying to change it.
People tell me that "be who you are" but I don't want to be transgendered, I ******* hate who I am!
If I do get a sex change I will probably look like a drag queen and besides what straight man wants to date a post-op transsexual?

I want Allah or Jehovah or Yahweh or whatever to turn me straight because I wan't to be normal!

What can I do?
I don't care how I become normal, hormones, prayer, therapy, whatever it takes, I just want to be normal.



Alright guys, for those who have a heart, im begging you please read this and give me positive feedback, you guys dont know how much this would help me. I am an 18 year old male with severe OCD, graduating highschool this year, and lately im falling into this deep dark hole that I cannot get out of. When I was back in 10th grade, I used to have alot of friends, now I have sectioned myself of from socializing just to save myself from obsessive thoughts. My friend Ray and I have been friends since we were just kids, then he started dating this lesbian girl named amber (and she was a very weird/scummy person) ever since then my OCD came out. I look back in such regret because I hung out with those people who I didn't like, it even ended up with me being stuck at a "drag queen house" where one of them complimented me on my looks and it bothered me so much that I thought about taking my own life, mostly because I smoked a blunt with them and I thought I contracted gay germs. Ever since then I havent been the same. My girlfriend of 2 years left me and now looks at me like a failure, and like I said I dont have anymore friends really, and I think my mom is the only one who notices. So because of my OCD, whenever I go around my friend Ray or other I dont like being around, I throw the outfit I was wearing when I was with them in the garbage, because its "contaminated". Now I look back at all the things I did (smoke weed, hang out with people who were complete scums who are going nowhere in life) I think it has limited me to thinking im going to end up like that. Once I graduate, I planned on going to school to become an X-ray Technician, but now lately I dont want to because I think im not good enough anymore. My grandma has become my bestfriend these past couple months, today was her 78th birthday actually. Whenever I go into these episodes of "contamination" I feel like I infect my grandmother and my mother who are clean people, just like the other day when I ended up at a section 8 apartment complex, i thought I infected my clean house and my new Apple iPhone.. I just cant stand the positions ive been put into and my compulsive thoughts, Im ready to hang myself to get away from the agony of it all, I feel as if my lifes already been put to waste anyways.. Thank you for the people who have enough heart to write back, it means the world to me - David.


Alright guys, for those who have a heart, im begging you please read this and give me positive feedback, you guys dont know how much this would help me. I am an 18 year old male with severe OCD, graduating highschool this year, and lately im falling into this deep dark hole that I cannot get out of. When I was back in 10th grade, I used to have alot of friends, now I have sectioned myself of from socializing just to save myself from obsessive thoughts. My friend Ray and I have been friends since we were just kids, then he started dating this lesbian girl named amber (and she was a very weird/scummy person) ever since then my OCD came out. I look back in such regret because I hung out with those people who I didn't like, it even ended up with me being stuck at a "drag queen house" where one of them complimented me on my looks and it bothered me so much that I thought about taking my own life, mostly because I smoked a blunt with them and I thought I contracted gay germs. Ever since then I havent been the same. My girlfriend of 2 years left me and now looks at me like a failure, and like I said I dont have anymore friends really, and I think my mom is the only one who notices. So because of my OCD, whenever I go around my friend Ray or other I dont like being around, I throw the outfit I was wearing when I was with them in the garbage, because its "contaminated". Now I look back at all the things I did (smoke weed, hang out with people who were complete scums who are going nowhere in life) I think it has limited me to thinking im going to end up like that. Once I graduate, I planned on going to school to become an X-ray Technician, but now lately I dont want to because I think im not good enough anymore. My grandma has become my bestfriend these past couple months, today was her 78th birthday actually. Whenever I go into these episodes of "contamination" I feel like I infect my grandmother and my mother who are clean people, just like the other day when I ended up at a section 8 apartment complex, i thought I infected my clean house and my new Apple iPhone.. I just cant stand the positions ive been put into and my compulsive thoughts, Im ready to hang myself to get away from the agony of it all, I feel as if my lifes already been put to waste anyways.. Thank you for the people who have enough heart to write back, it means the world to me - David.


Alright guys, for those who have a heart, im begging you please read this and give me positive feedback, you guys dont know how much this would help me. I am an 18 year old male with severe OCD, graduating highschool this year, and lately im falling into this deep dark hole that I cannot get out of. When I was back in 10th grade, I used to have alot of friends, now I have sectioned myself of from socializing just to save myself from obsessive thoughts. My friend Ray and I have been friends since we were just kids, then he started dating this lesbian girl named amber (and she was a very weird/scummy person) ever since then my OCD came out. I look back in such regret because I hung out with those people who I didn't like, it even ended up with me being stuck at a "drag queen house" where one of them complimented me on my looks and it bothered me so much that I thought about taking my own life, mostly because I smoked a blunt with them and I thought I contracted gay germs. Ever since then I havent been the same. My girlfriend of 2 years left me and now looks at me like a failure, and like I said I dont have anymore friends really, and I think my mom is the only one who notices. So because of my OCD, whenever I go around my friend Ray or other I dont like being around, I throw the outfit I was wearing when I was with them in the garbage, because its "contaminated". Now I look back at all the things I did (smoke weed, hang out with people who were complete scums who are going nowhere in life) I think it has limited me to thinking im going to end up like that. Once I graduate, I planned on going to school to become an X-ray Technician, but now lately I dont want to because I think im not good enough anymore. My grandma has become my bestfriend these past couple months, today was her 78th birthday actually. Whenever I go into these episodes of "contamination" I feel like I infect my grandmother and my mother who are clean people, just like the other day when I ended up at a section 8 apartment complex, i thought I infected my clean house and my new Apple iPhone.. I just cant stand the positions ive been put into and my compulsive thoughts, Im ready to hang myself to get away from the agony of it all, I feel as if my lifes already been put to waste anyways.. Thank you for the people who have enough heart to write back, it means the world to me - David.


Alright guys, for those who have a heart, im begging you please read this and give me positive feedback, you guys dont know how much this would help me. I am an 18 year old male with severe OCD, graduating highschool this year, and lately im falling into this deep dark hole that I cannot get out of. When I was back in 10th grade, I used to have alot of friends, now I have sectioned myself of from socializing just to save myself from obsessive thoughts. My friend Ray and I have been friends since we were just kids, then he started dating this lesbian girl named amber (and she was a very weird/scummy person) ever since then my OCD came out. I look back in such regret because I hung out with those people who I didn't like, it even ended up with me being stuck at a "drag queen house" where one of them complimented me on my looks and it bothered me so much that I thought about taking my own life, mostly because I smoked a blunt with them and I thought I contracted gay germs. Ever since then I havent been the same. My girlfriend of 2 years left me and now looks at me like a failure, and like I said I dont have anymore friends really, and I think my mom is the only one who notices. So because of my OCD, whenever I go around my friend Ray or other I dont like being around, I throw the outfit I was wearing when I was with them in the garbage, because its "contaminated". Now I look back at all the things I did (smoke weed, hang out with people who were complete scums who are going nowhere in life) I think it has limited me to thinking im going to end up like that. Once I graduate, I planned on going to school to become an X-ray Technician, but now lately I dont want to because I think im not good enough anymore. My grandma has become my bestfriend these past couple months, today was her 78th birthday actually. Whenever I go into these episodes of "contamination" I feel like I infect my grandmother and my mother who are clean people, just like the other day when I ended up at a section 8 apartment complex, i thought I infected my clean house and my new Apple iPhone.. I just cant stand the positions ive been put into and my compulsive thoughts, Im ready to hang myself to get away from the agony of it all, I feel as if my lifes already been put to waste anyways.. Thank you for the people who have enough heart to write back, it means the world to me - David.


Alright guys, for those who have a heart, im begging you please read this and give me positive feedback, you guys dont know how much this would help me. I am an 18 year old male with severe OCD, graduating highschool this year, and lately im falling into this deep dark hole that I cannot get out of. When I was back in 10th grade, I used to have alot of friends, now I have sectioned myself of from socializing just to save myself from obsessive thoughts. My friend Ray and I have been friends since we were just kids, then he started dating this lesbian girl named amber (and she was a very weird/scummy person) ever since then my OCD came out. I look back in such regret because I hung out with those people who I didn't like, it even ended up with me being stuck at a "drag queen house" where one of them complimented me on my looks and it bothered me so much that I thought about taking my own life, mostly because I smoked a blunt with them and I thought I contracted gay germs. Ever since then I havent been the same. My girlfriend of 2 years left me and now looks at me like a failure, and like I said I dont have anymore friends really, and I think my mom is the only one who notices. So because of my OCD, whenever I go around my friend Ray or other I dont like being around, I throw the outfit I was wearing when I was with them in the garbage, because its "contaminated". Now I look back at all the things I did (smoke weed, hang out with people who were complete scums who are going nowhere in life) I think it has limited me to thinking im going to end up like that. Once I graduate, I planned on going to school to become an X-ray Technician, but now lately I dont want to because I think im not good enough anymore. My grandma has become my bestfriend these past couple months, today was her 78th birthday actually. Whenever I go into these episodes of "contamination" I feel like I infect my grandmother and my mother who are clean people, just like the other day when I ended up at a section 8 apartment complex, i thought I infected my clean house and my new Apple iPhone.. I just cant stand the positions ive been put into and my compulsive thoughts, Im ready to hang myself to get away from the agony of it all, I feel as if my lifes already been put to waste anyways.. Thank you for the people who have enough heart to write back, it means the world to me - David.


Alright guys, for those who have a heart, im begging you please read this and give me positive feedback, you guys dont know how much this would help me. I am an 18 year old male with severe OCD, graduating highschool this year, and lately im falling into this deep dark hole that I cannot get out of. When I was back in 10th grade, I used to have alot of friends, now I have sectioned myself of from socializing just to save myself from obsessive thoughts. My friend Ray and I have been friends since we were just kids, then he started dating this lesbian girl named amber (and she was a very weird/scummy person) ever since then my OCD came out. I look back in such regret because I hung out with those people who I didn't like, it even ended up with me being stuck at a "drag queen house" where one of them complimented me on my looks and it bothered me so much that I thought about taking my own life, mostly because I smoked a blunt with them and I thought I contracted gay germs. Ever since then I havent been the same. My girlfriend of 2 years left me and now looks at me like a failure, and like I said I dont have anymore friends really, and I think my mom is the only one who notices. So because of my OCD, whenever I go around my friend Ray or other I dont like being around, I throw the outfit I was wearing when I was with them in the garbage, because its "contaminated". Now I look back at all the things I did (smoke weed, hang out with people who were complete scums who are going nowhere in life) I think it has limited me to thinking im going to end up like that. Once I graduate, I planned on going to school to become an X-ray Technician, but now lately I dont want to because I think im not good enough anymore. My grandma has become my bestfriend these past couple months, today was her 78th birthday actually. Whenever I go into these episodes of "contamination" I feel like I infect my grandmother and my mother who are clean people, just like the other day when I ended up at a section 8 apartment complex, i thought I infected my clean house and my new Apple iPhone.. I just cant stand the positions ive been put into and my compulsive thoughts, Im ready to hang myself to get away from the agony of it all, I feel as if my lifes already been put to waste anyways.. Thank you for the people who have enough heart to write back, it means the world to me - David.


lesbians, drag kings and F2M (female to male) transexuals?

I have always wondered this but never really looked into it. Seldom do I meet a lesbian, but I often come across gay men. Seldom do I hear about Drag Kings (women who dress as men) but I actually see Drag Queens most Saturday nights!
And very very occasionally have a heard of female to male transexuals (women changing gender to become men) but I am well well aware of a number of male to female transexuals.

Why is this?


as many of you may already know i am a cross dresser, ive spent yrs and money to look better when i do, how ever i am still bashful about presenting myself to people. many have told me i am absolutely gorgeous, i have the perfect shape. that came from yrs taking ballet and being seeing a personal that usually see,s only women but took me when she saw how dedicated i was. she put me truly grueling work-outs to attain my shape and tone.also diets i absolutely thought were going to kill me. she tells me i should enter shows like rupaul and others, that i am that good or better. but like i said in the past its been for my mistress and her friends and a few select people others .i dont know how my family would react , or my job either. i'll be completely out in the open, everyone will know. any advice i would really be appreciated. by the way i am not gay , so i have been careful not to say i am a drag queen.
i would like to thank all of you for your support and advice, i have really been trying hard to decide,


Liar

I told you my secrets
I gave you my heart
I didn't hide anything
But it still fell apart

I always remained
Honest and true
I was there
Every moment for you

But you told me half-truths
And fed me your lies
You were just as fake
As a Halloween disguise

You ran around with
All those other girls
I saw you with the blonde one
And the brunette with curls

Chorus:
You're a liar, liar
You don't even know what truth means
You're a liar, liar
You were with like twenty other teens
All of them as beautiful as prom queens
'Cause you're a liar, lair (liar, liar)

You never could
Just accept what you had
You always wanted more
And you were always mad

I loved you all the same
'Cause I had seen all the rest
You were sometimes at your worst
And sometimes at your best

I know that I was tough
On you
But wasn't I good enough
To know what was true?

To at least know what was going on?
Why'd you have to drag this on?
I just needed a clean break
Our relationship had become so fake

It could have been over by now
So how could you allow
Me to grow even more attached
Even more in love with you?

Well I know why!

Chorus

Soon your web had caught me
And I still struggle to get free
I still try to break your hold
And I just wish
You could have told
Me something true
I wish I was worth it
To you

I wish I was worth
The truth
I
just
wish
I was worth the
truth


I'm not done with it and I just wrote it from sheer boredom. But anyway. How was it. And be honest...Don't be a liar! (ha...not nearly as funny as I thought it would be)


Liar

I told you my secrets
I gave you my heart
I didn't hide anything
So how'd it all fall apart

I always remained
Honest and true
I was there
Every moment for you

But you told me half-truths
And fed me your lies
You were just as fake
As a Halloween disguise

You ran around with
All those other girls
I saw you with the blonde one
And the brunette with curls

Chorus:
You're a liar, liar
You don't even know what truth means
You're a liar, liar
You were with like twenty other teens
All of them as beautiful as prom queens
'Cause you're a liar, lair (liar, liar)

You never could
Just accept what you had
You always wanted more
And you were always mad

But I loved you
I saw you at your best
And saw you at your worst
And still wanted all the rest

I know that I was tough
On you
But wasn't I good enough
To know what was true?

To at least know what was going on?
Why'd you have to drag this on?
I just needed a clean break
Our relationship had become so fake

It could have been over by now
So how could you allow
Me to grow even more attached
Even more in love with you?

Well I know why!

Chorus

Soon your web had caught me
And I still struggle to get free
I still try to break your hold
And I just wish
You could have told
Me something true
I wish I was worth it
To you

I wish I was worth
The truth


I'm not done with it and I just wrote it from sheer boredom. But anyway. How was it. And be honest...Don't be a liar! (ha...not nearly as funny as I thought it would be)


I got laid off GM last month, and my buddy Steve, who is straight, became a drag queen and he's making about 1k a week. I'm straight too, and I could really use the money. Is it a good, entertaining job?
How does it feel like... you know, doing it man to man?


Hi, I'm Nikki, a transvestite by definition. I do dress fully as a woman. Not so much a drag queen but, a classy type dresser like an executive secretary.. I do enjoy my luscious lingerie and spiked stripper heels, don't get me wrong..I have dressed since around 8 or 10 yrs old. I know when I am Nikki, I am more relaxed and tranquil. As a matter of fact, the longer I am Nikki, the more female I feel I am. Yes I do go out in public as Nikki and have had dates as Nikki, both with other trans and crossdressers. I am at ease when I am Nikki..I have no yearning t go out with "men"
the questions I have are.
why do we really dress, where does it come from inside us..at first I did it for sexual satisfaction, as I would masturbate afterwards..but now I could dress as Nikki and not become aroused..is it from how we would like tosee women in public.?
as women dress more casual now a days and so much in a classy dressed form as in the 60's or so..
the other question is.. do women like it, understand it, or just kidna see it with a blind eye..?
lots to think of..thx for allowing me this format to question, I guess my own lifestyle..
kisses & bst wishes..Nikki..


Okay. So I have this boyfriend who really goth like me. You know black hair lot's or piercings etc. So we went to the movies to see drag me to hell and he tells me he thinks he's a vampire in the line for popcorn. Should I break the relationship or just deal with it? Should I become his vampire queen?


Yes, this is a question. Read the whole thing and find out.

FIRST OFF. I'd like the clear up these misconceptions.

Myth one: Gender and sex are the same thing.

WRONNNNGGGGG. Gender is how you identify, male, female, androtynous, etc. etc. Sex is your anatomy, male, female, intersex, etc. etc.

Myth two: Transsexual and transgendered are the same thing.

WRONG. Using logic from the truth about the first myth... transgendered is someone who identifies with a gender that does not match the sex they were born into. Ex: a male who identifies as female, a female who identifies as androgynous, etc. etc.

TransSEXual is somebody, a transgendered person, who goes and gets sex-reassignment surgeries to change their anatomical sex. Like if an intersexed person gets sex reassignment surgery to become female, or a female gets surgery to become male...

Myth three: Those terms are interchangable with "Transvestite"

WRONGGGG. Transvestite is somebody who identifies one way, but wears clothes of another. For instance, "drag queens/kings". A female-identifying person who wears clothes of a male, etc.

Myth four: Bisexual means you'll go someone, regardless of gender/sex.

WRONG. The correct term for that is PANsexual. BIsexual means male-identifying males, or female-identifying females. Pansexuals are sexually attracted to somebody regardless of identity or anatomical sex.

Okay. Now for the question: What did you guys originally think? Because I hear A LOT of misconceptions, and if people want to represent, they should know their info...don't you agree?
BTW, incase I confused anyone, when I said "BIsexual means male-identifying males, or female-identifying females." I meant that bisexual means you're ATTRACTED to male-identifying males or female-identifying females... not that to be bisexual, you have to /be/ one.
Haha cool, thanks. :)
I'm glad I cleared it up! Thanks for reading, LoL.


My 3 year old son has become obssessed with his cousin (9 years old) and he follows her everywhere like she's the queen of his world! Just a few weeks ago, he was obssessed with his aunt (my niece's mother). He draws pictures for her and tells her the most random things. The other day, he found two snails on our porch and he proudly dragged her outside to show her. It's really cute but I suspect that my niece may get a little annoyed with a 3 year old being her little shadow.

Why does he switch from being attached to different people...why is he never really attached to me lol (I admit I'm a little jealous). Is this what all 3 year olds do?


I just need some constructive feedback on a small book for teenagers about a girl who had been sent to jail for killing her mother (a very important family) and she's explaining her time in jail. thanks!!

After I had been convicted of killing her, I got sentenced to seven years in Eastwood Park institution. I got a phone card, a a�?first nighta�� pack, some writing materials, and a meeting on what would happen now, next court hearings, personal property, and arrangements with my pregnancy. They found out when I had been searched thoroughly. When I mean thoroughly, I mean internally and externally. I felt like I had been raped legally. I wasna��t prepared for any of this shit. I wasna��t prepared for killing my mum, I didna��t even get a fair sentence apparently, and it wasna��t intentional. I missed her like hell. I wanted her back in my life, everyday I looked back when we used to wake up to the smell of honey-flavoured pancakes and hot buttered toast. I would run down the stairs and find it all there lay on the table. She did care, and now that shea��s dead I never got to tell her that we did appreciate the things she did for us.

The cell that they described in the brochure was nothing like what it looked like. I found out that the T.V, games room and telephone service was all for the offenders who had spent their time in prison usefully and had been on good behaviour. It was 8 feet by 8 feet. It mostly consisted of a bunk bed, which meant that I was about to share with someone, a sink, toilet and a chair. I found out that my roommate was here on the same charges, so I assumed we would have something in common. I was wrong.
a�?Who the fuck are you? Get the fuck out of here!a�?
a�?I-I-Ia��m Esme.a�?
a�?Oh shit, youa��re that prime ministera��s daughter innit? Come here fam, have a seat,a�?
Oh was I wrong to sit down. I bled for hours, as she strangled me and beat me until I couldna��t see any light. She then pulled my hair and dragged me to the toilet, where she dunked my head into the salty, dirty yellowish water, and for a long time I found it hard to breathe. While I was suffocating under water, I had miraculously had time to think about what I had achieved in life. I had 3 minutes to think of something. Nothing came out and I started to think of school.
I was never the brightest, but I always came out with the smartest of ideas. Ok, not always I had the smartest ideas but I was never seen as the dumbest in the class. The posh group of girls such as the a�?St Savioursa�? were seen as the smartest, yet loosest girls in the school. Lose as in the whores of the school... harsh I know, but everyone knew that they could keep their grades up and still have the most good looking boys in the school. I once wanted to join them, and when they invited me to Milliea��s, (The number one girl that everyone loves) ski resort in Basel I had to prove to her that I was one of her. Russell was the heart of Queens Grammar school. I was going to have the chance of going from no base straight onto 3rd. apparently he never wasted time in going from stage to stage. So, here we were, in Milliea��s bright fuchsia room, me in a thin topshop vest top and shorts. And therea��s Russell, pecks like an older man from the GQ magazine, especially the issue with Freddy Ljungberg on the front, with his hot Calvin Klien boxers. So there I was. All of a sudden, he came out with a�?Listen do you want me to say that I did something with you, because we dona��t have to do this if you dona��t want to.a�? I didna��t know what to do or say then. But something told me to just kiss him and maybe then he will lead on from there, and maybe, JUST maybe Ia��ll become the next Millie, and everyone would love me. But he just stood up and said a�?fine. Give me a kiss on the lips and make sure you looked like youa��ve been fucked hard. I havena��t got anything to lose babes, whereas you, huh, you just might lose your reputation for being the innocent whore in Queens.a�?
a�?WHAT? But I-,a�?
a�?Erh, dona��t act innocent, we all know what youa��ve been up to, giving head to that Sammie boy from St Thomas in new years eve.a�?
I couldna��t believe he said that. Sammie was my first and last boyfriend before Andrew, and I vowed to never like boys after Sammie the dickhead. He spread rumours faster than he spread Herpes. He cheated on me 4 times (with Millie) and I took him back just so that we could both be popular for the wrong reasons. It turns out it made me the innocent whore for six months, without me noticing, and it just made Sammie ill.
So I just kissed him, and told him not to make it too raunchy. Just simple sex it was. But not from what I heard a week later when I got back, apparently I saddled him, I deep-throated and a whole load of other things. It was such bullshit that apparently he popped my cherry and Ia��m still a virgin. Clearly thata��s not true. Andrew was my first, and will always be my only. I will always be dedicated to him, no matter what.
It was dinner time when I got to meet the other offenders t


Please any Drag Queens please reply


Ok well at the moment I am 15 and finishing up my freshmen year in high school. When I got to college I wanted to become a transvestite like Chris Crocker and Jeffree Star (yeah he is a drag queen but he also dresses up as a girl because he likes it). I was going to grow my hair which is in the process, get laser hair removal, plastic surgery, new wardrobe, ETC. Like what do you guys think about it?

PS: How would I got about looking like Jeffree Star (without the penciled in eyebrows and pink hair?)


About a funeral director and two other men. At some point in the book they go out on a boat, which sinks and only one survives who later becomes a drag queen. I believe a lot of the story is told in flashback.

Thanks


Soon after I got married I began getting abused. It started with emotional abuse. I was put down so much that I didna��t even feel human. My identity as a woman was stolen from me by my now x-husband. My paycheck went to his bank account, when I was allowed to work, and I was even forbidden from driving a car. He cheated on me at every drop of a hat, and because of that I got an STD, which gave me precancerous cells. He sodomized me on many occasions, so bad that I got hemorrhoids and had to have a colonoscopy, and later a hemoroidectomy. I wasna��t even allowed to vote. The violence got progressively worse, and soon after I found out I was pregnant with my first-born son he became physically abusive. He kicked me in my stomach more times then I remember and forced me to have a threesome with him and another woman. He would not buy food, unless I did. He treated her like a queen and soon I was made to sleep on a cot, get up at 5:00am, clean the house, cook food, and pretty much anything else he could do to dehumanize me, and if I refuseda��I would suffer. At that time I didna��t realize there were places I could go to get help for this, and I was afraid I could not raise a child alone due to my lack of education, support, and I had no self-esteem. So I stayed.
Two months after my oldest son was born my x-husband beat me horribly. I was thrown down a hall, through a closed door, where he rammed my head on a linoleum floor until I bled, strangled me and punched me. The dog had peed in the house so he shoved my face in dog urine laughing while he did this. He probably would have killed me at that time had my neighbors not heard and called the police. When the police came he threatened to kill my son, holding a knife to my two-month-old sona��s throat, if I told the police what had happened. I, however, had had enough. He was arrested and kept away for just 72 hours! Yet I had learned my options and left him to begin a new life. Soon after I was able to get a job. I also got victims compensation, which made it possible to get an apartment, a car, and furniture for my home. Yet he continued to harass me by coming to my apartment and even pulled a gun on me. I also later found out that there was sugar and bba��s in my cara��s gas tank.
After six months I gave him another chance because he told me he had been in anger management and that he would never hurt me again. I believed him. I moved to Tennessee where I knew no one and lived with him in a small country town with very little resources. It took him two weeks to begin again. He threw me so hard I had a bruise the size of a softball on my shoulder. A week after that incident he strangled me so badly I had hemorrhages in my eyes and I was seeing white light. I was pretty much dead already. During the time that I lived there he threatened to kill me many times and told me that no one would find the body. A week later I snuck out at 1:00am and ran away back home to my parents. He followed me that day but soon went home when he realized I would not go back with him.
When I returned home I began the process of starting my life over yet again. Two weeks after I got home, however, I realized that I was pregnant. I didna��t even think I could be, he had forced me one night but I thought I had thrown him off before he could finish. I was wrong. I planned on an abortion, but I didna��t have the heart to do it. So I made the choice of being a single mom of two children.
On April 7th of 2006 I had a court appointment for my divorce, and Micheal was to take my son for Easter vacation.Because I was pregnant they could not finalize my divorce. When he found out I was pregnant he was furious. After the court hearing he called me at my parentsa�� house, and stated he was outside, He could not take my son with him to Tennessee; he had changed his mind and was dropping him back off with me. I went outside to see my son sitting in a carseat in the middle of the lawn. He said he wanted to be there for his children and wanted me to go back with him to Tennessee. I told him no; I had given him way too many chances and we just weren't compatable.I asked him to leave my parents house or I would be forced to call the police. He knew I only liked meeting him at public places. When I said this he flipped out at which point he tackled me ripped out clumps of my hair, strangling, and beating me, yet again while pregnant. He had his hand over my mouth and I couldna��t breathe. He threatened to kill me if I didna��t get in the car in 5 seconds. Our son was in his car seat during this whole incident and was screaming while Michael beat me. My son still wona��t talk and is very afraid of men. He is glued to my side. He kidnapped me, drove across the city to the airport, and practically dragged me through the airport beaten and bruised. He held onto my son and used him as bait to keep me with him. Thankfully my father, realizing something was wrong, called the police and Michael was captured at the airpor


Ok, I used to be ok with twilight when nobody knew what it was. Then do you know what happened. Boom it became popular and people got obsessed. Now here is the point of my question....
FOr all of you guys out there tell me this- IF YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND OR IF A FRIEND OF YOURS HAVE A GIRLFRIEND WHO READS TWILIGHT, I AM SO SO SORRY. IF anyone has noticed girls are all like "I can not wait for my edward cullen!" Ok, when you say that tell me, you are waiting for pretty, sparkly, boy who stalks one person as there hobby? HONEY THAT IS A DRAG QUEEN!
And boys out there and girls out there just so you know I have a reason for all of what I am saying
I have a best guy friend who was dumped by a girl who said this to him "You are no edward cullen." He was pissed off and crushed. ANd I have a recovering twihard friend. ANd I know guys who can onto get a girl because the raised to bar to sparkly perfection.

If you know what I am saying please tell me what do you think?


I'm a female interested in becoming a female impersonator and am looking for the best book of makeup tips to becoming a drag queen.


also, how do you know if you want a gender change? is it from an early age or it just happens.
i really really don't want one but i am miserable because i think that i am going to do that
first of all i am to tall, and humbly a really handsome guy (yeah i would rape myself) and yeah.
....
so like how do u know if u want to be a drag queen or a transgendered person?
obviously i don't want to become one, but these thoughts are bugging me! :(


Hi, i came out two years ago and ever since then all my friends have been girls.
Ok i really like myself the way i am and i don't want to change meaning becoming more feminine and have a gay voice and present myself as gay. but everyone in my life is a girl. like everyone (my friends and my family... my dad talks to me once a week on the phone)
My question is, do you think i will change? i really don't want to and just thinking about drag queen stuff and gender bender and all that stuff is getting me really depressed because i am scared to become like that.I feel like i think like a girl and get along with them really well and guys to me are just like wtv because there all boring (straight guys)... well, the ones i know.

so i need the truth, and also, i need someone to give me tips on how to stay myself because I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE AT ALL. help please, pray for me do whatever but just help me not change. i think it might be to late or i am just overly paranoid


ima okay looking guy," tho when younger icould of went eithier way" im 43 now and often regret notpayingmore attention to my inward person besides my hair im overwelmed with desire toexersise as awoman not in leotards or anything like that but imean the exersises themselves if my body wasnt possible to do this attractively i would not be entertained with the tought.but the possibillity of doing this(!!attractively!!)is so overwelming. my body is one what does catch the eye of menandimwonderinghow many woman think of amale becoming awoman (truth not no drag queen stuff) is at all attracting if the subject were talking about has something to work with?


High school is known for its cliques
The popular kids make me sick
Think they are all that
Really they just fall flat
Obese kids not feeling well
The kids mocking them feel swell

Then, it comes the gothic kids
Also known as emo, whatever it is
They act like the stand outs
But, they do differ from the crowd
The jocks stand tall
Especially the head jock Randall

Kids from high school neglect education
Parents want to forbid that situation
Then that's when the "mother"-like teens come in
I can't believe they would forbid
The other kids to not have fun
What has just become?

What's up with the drag queens and the prom?
When you leave your classmates, it's truly a bomb
High school may have its peeks
But, the truth beneath
Is that no one could stand out or fit in
Even those who are just made of bones and skin


Gay 13 year old boy here.!

Well when I grow up, i am seriously considering becoming a drag queen, like a second RuPaul.

But I want to start this association of gay teens who want to become future drag queens. It's going to be called, future drag queens of america. good idea or no? or is there already one, cus I'm so signing up.!


I was searching his room (he he he sixteen) and I found (under bed his, that word no?) make ups for the girls, hair weave (like BLACKS wear, no?) , shoe and nail poli polish and a book called "How to become a girl."
Im concerend
he my son
I not know of tstuff tllike this in my country that america phenonmenem of dressing oppose gender in drag queen phenomemenos purryl
in portugal we have no trans/corros/mansexuals.
Agradecimentos para o todo o aqueles que leram minha pergunta.
my question is:
How can I approach my son ab0ut this? how should I support himn? should I buy him clothing for the girl? should I stop it? take him to the church? how will my pastor feel this about. no?

Como posso eu aproximar meu filho ab0ut isto? como devo eu suportar o himn? devo eu comprA?-lo roupa para a menina? devo eu parA?-la? tome-o A� igreja? como minha sensaA�A?o do pastor isto aproximadamente. nA?o?


My husbands ex-wife still has a teenager under 18. She has never gotten over the divorce. I use to think my husband was over exaggerating when he said that she hates that he moved and she hates me for moving on with him. He stated that she uses the courts to get back at him because we are together.

She also tells her child adult business when she is mad at him. Know the child has become older and understands the lies.

I want me and my family to be happy, healthy and prosperous in the future. I do not want to have her in our lives forever. It is highly possible to have a relationship with a child once they are 18 without the mother.
She is a drama queen and wants to make pick at him and his pockets, because she can't do anything to me. He had to go along with her behavior in order not to be dragged through the courts. He would only go off if she made him mad. He has told her that he is happy and she hates that. So she makes these conversations on purpose because she knows that I am mostly in the background. He does not care one way or the other and most times does not catch the little things that she does. I do not want her continue causing stress because she is trigger to old drinking habits.

When I was younger, I remember talking to an ex just to feel wanted and loved. I want to suggest to counseling to her once her child turns 18. I want to tell her that her child is old enough to call on his own and that she has done everthing possible to destroy him and our marriage, and know her games are over. You must move on with your life and I and not giving you a choice.
To wannaknow, I met him 4 years after the breakup. I think she is obsessed with not losing.


hey....im writing this story. it's basically "The Clique meet the Ashleys" -both book series that i recommend!!!- and i just wanted to ask what a good book title was, and if you've read the books, im gonna be doin some surveys later on how the story should turn out on my fanfic scorpiogurl1106

the story goes in between the two books Bratfest At Tiffany's (the clique) and Jealous? (the ashleys)
here's the 'story synopsis': 9just a rough draft, might change some things)
Ita��s The Clique Meets The Ashleys. With a few surprising twists
When The NPC discovers a website call AshleyRank.com, they slowly become addicted to it. Ashley Rank is a site that some loser Ashley-fan made up to twist around Miss Gamblea��s. And when OCD and Briarwood Academy are chosen to spend the School-A-Thon at Miss Gamblea��s and Gregory Hall, things get interesting. Things get off to a bad start when the Ashley Spencer gets on Massie Blocka��s bad side. Suddenly the queen bee/alpha find themselves in an all out war, dragging down their followers with them. Claire and Lauren secretly form a new friendship, making this a�?wara�? a lot harder to deal with. With all this going on, everyone has a lot of things on their mind: Kristin has to go against Lili in a quiz tournament, and Massie and Ashley have to face each other in a fashion Couture contest, Dylan and A.A. are forced to be judges in a food tasting festival, Lauren starts mega-flirting with Josh Hotz, and therea��s an end of the School-A-Thon dance. Who will survive the full throttle attacks and come out on top? Find out in {book title here}

what do ya think????? thanks!!!!!!
dont worry im not gonna like sell it or anything, just fanfic, if even that.
i kinda want the title to go more along the lines of something catchy and clever like how lisi or melissa does it.....like "lip gloss jungle" or "p.s. i loathe you"


She was beautiful, like everyone else in the school was, but her uniform wasna��t as neatly pressed as that of the rest of the students and the way she wore it broke just about every rule in the uniform policy. Her navy blazer was loosely thrown across one shoulder over the strap of her schoolbag; her white school shirt was all unbuttoned save for the two in the middle; her tie hung loosely around her neck with the tip landing just above the black leather belt that held up her impossibly short navy school skirt.
a�?Wona��t she like, get in trouble for this?a�? I whispered to the Head Girl. She shot me a look and nodded her head towards the teacher.
As if on cue, the teacher looked up. a�?Youa��re late, Miss Loong, tardiness on the first day is unacceptable. Go to find a seat now.a�? He said to the girl in a firm voice, but didna��t comment on her uniform as the girl smiled and walked towards the stairs like she hadna��t just walked into the first class of the year 5 minutes late.
She walked up the stairs, taking long, graceful strides as she headed, unstopping, towards the top row.
With every step she took, I became more award of every detail about her. The way she walked up the stairs, making everyone including the teacher wait for her, seemingly unaware of the fact that everyone was watching her. The way she positioned her polished leather flats at the exact right spot of every step. The way her long shiny black hair was held back by a black leather headband decorated with glittering rhinestones, like a crown on a princessa�� head. This girl wasna��t a princess, she was the Queen.
She stopped when she reached the end of the staircase, and I turned to look at Rileya��I had taken up the last available space in the row. The Head Girl ignored my look and moved herself closer to me, I saw the Head Boy do the same with the boy next to him. We slid across the bench until there was enough space for the girl to sit.
a�?Gracias.a�? The girl smiled and gave us a little curtsey before moving effortlessly through the jumble of our legs and books and taking the seat between Thompson and Riley.
The newcomer ignored the rest of the group, who all seemed to start talking to her at once, and leaned over the Head Girla��s legs. A second later, I found her perfect face two inches away from mine and her hair tickling my bare legs.
a�?So. Youa��re new, huh?a�? She asked me.
a�?That obvious?a�? I asked her.
a�?That was a pointless question.a�?
a�?Which one, yours or mine?a�? Out of nowhere, I got the sudden wave of confidence that made me want to play with this girl.
a�?Both. So, whata��s your name?a�? She laughed and asked.
a�?Uha��Mikayla. Mikayla Hui.a�?
She leaned back and laughed. a�?Well, nice to meet you, Mikayla Hui. Ia��m Cordelia Blair Loong, otherwise known as Leah.a�? She said it like she expected me to have a nickname and that she was laughing because I didna��t.
a�?I, uh, I have a short name too. Ita��sa��uha��ita��sa��a�? I felt the Head Girl turn to stare at me as I tried to figure out what a�?Mikaylaa�? could be shortened into. a�?Kayla!a�? I blurted out. a�?Yea, its Mikayla to teachers and Kayla to my friends.a�?
I felt everyone in the row lean forward to study me and tried to keep the new girl smile on my face. I studied Leaha��s face out of the corner of my eye, feeling her mental tape measure around me. I breathed in.
Then I saw Leaha��s full lips twitch and form a half smile, a�?Welcome to Bradwell, Kayla.a�? She said, and the other eleven people in the group leaned back and switched their focus back to the teacher.
I let my breath out. a�?Welcome to Bradwell, Kayla.a�?
THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE BETWEEN AND 3 MONTHS LATER.
Disloyalty
a�?Gamea��s next Tuesday, huh?a�? Kevin Au asked as Christopher Wang pulled his ice hockey equipment out from his oak wood locker in the boysa�� locker room.
a�?Yah. Wea��re against Bradwell.a�? Chris replied absentmindedly, checking through his sports bag for any missing piece of equipment.
a�?Against Bradwell?a�? Kevin raised his eyebrows at Chrisa�� mistake.
Chris looked up at Kevin, his eyes darted around the room, searching for signs of anyone else being inside the room. Finding no one, he leaned in towards Kevin with his finger on his lips.
a�?Listen, dona��t tell anyone this or Ia��ll be ruined, k? Ia��m only telling you this a�?cause youa��re my best friend.a�? Chris studied Kevin, who nodded. a�?You know Pemberly? Their coach asked me at the end of last season to play for them, so now Ia��m with Pemberly for hockey and Ia��m playing for them next Tuesday.a�?
a�?Wona��t coach notice that youa��re wearing red and yellow instead of blue and white at the game?a�? Kevin laughed.
a�?Ia��m not that stupid, you know. Ia��m calling in sick on Tuesday and then I go with the Pemberlies and if anyone from Bradwell sees me, I would be wearing my helmet. No one could recognize me, definitely.a�? Chris zipped up his Lactose sports bag and slung it on his shoulder.
a�?As far as anyone knows, Ia��m just another Pemberly student.a�? He said and walked out of the locker room, dragging his hockey
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this is actually a finished story, not the first chapter or anything, its something i had to do for school, so it cant be too long so i ended up with somewhere between 4500 and 5000 words. so yar. its not a prologue or a first chapter but a really crappy school assignment story.


Whenever we see protests from the LGBT against prop 8 or during gay pride, does it also include (pardon me if the use of words is rather offensive);

a) Transgender; Those who were born as a male or female but always wanted to be the opposite
b) Effiminate; who doesn't have a clue of what he is
c) Cross-dresser, drag queen; those who derive pleasure by wearing clothes of the opposite sex, but otherwise have no intention of becoming one?

Just curious
haha, actually i have no idea what LGBT stands for...
To be specific, especially on the transgender, what I'm trying to say is that, say, if a woman wanted to become a man, and she always knew that she was born as a male but trapped in a female body, so she did a sex change operation and now have a male body, so i guess it's only natural to look for a female...because otherwise if 'he' looks for a man, that's gay..i'm so confused!
To those who are offended with the word 'effeminate', pls. read the question, it says 'pardon me if I use the wrong word'.

I don't want to use the word sissy as it sounds so condescending, so what's the appropriate word?


I'm trying to understand the psychology of these people. What could motivate someone to do such a thing?


Me, a female, started 6 monts before a male. We started in the same position. I have a bachelors, he had no experience. I started at 9.50 an hour (yes even with a bachelors in the field), he started at 11 an hour. His previous employment - drag queen. Not really experience. Then he got promoted before me, because he became certified (where again I have a bachelors in this field). I want to get out of this position but with the economy its hard. Anyways, can i apply for the equal opportunity without pointing fingers at me, or would the company know? should I even apply? I'm not one that likes to get others in trouble, but i see this as highly unfair! Any ideas would be great!


I've been noticing this for quite a while now...I was just at the gym, and their were these 3 guys hanging around over there talking about their girls and whatnot, and I couldn't help but notice that all of their eyebrows were these little, thin lines above their eyes! Really femme fatale-looking...everywhere I go, you see these guys with their girlfriends and it's obvious that their eyebrows have been "done". Is this some new trend? Has it now become socially acceptable for straight dudes to walk around looking like RuPaul?

Personally, unless you're a drag queen, no man (gay or straight) looks good with a pencil-line of an eyebrow! Too girlie, for my taste...Comments?


Ok I was born trans-gender, and transitioning my sex.. even tho it'll never be complete.. *cause biological males can't become biological females* it's a close enough and good alternative to me..

I just wonder why do people group transsexuals as a whole as she-males/drag queens.

One is the name for transsexuals that seem to exclusively transition to facilitate some kind of fetish.. while the other.. I dunno why they do but most tend not to live as girls for more then a few hours.

I mean how come when I say I'm transsexual people automatically assume I'm a she-male.. That's like people assuming that everyone that says they are a girl, is a mother. Some women live their whole lives without giving birth intentionally >_>... and some can't and they adopt..

I've never had sexual intercourse, or oral sex, I've never even kissed with neither a man nor woman. So how can someone just assume that cause I'm transsexual, I'm either a porn star, or dressing up as girl for fun? It's very degrading... Similar actions, but WAY different intentions.
I am the only *mentally MATURE* transsexual I know who is attracted to men, but I'm not attracted to men exclusively. Out of the other 5 I know they all like women/have wives >_> the rest I dunno if they are trangender or not, cause 1) they act stereotypically gay 2) they are too busy having sex, and really don't care much about how they look or are treated, and I don't think they take hormones either.. I can't really know about them, I can judge them by their actions; but if they are trans, is another story.. only them and God can know that.

I only know 2 other transexuals my age, I didn't like them much. They seemed too busy exploring sex, and glorifying sex to even take the time to "know" themselves. Sometimes I feel as if they mock people who are like me. Cause I can't know if if they really are transgender or not.

At 5 I learned about death, and at that same time I wanted to die, cause I felt imprisoned in a body that's not mine.


look cheap and cover up and let their intelligence/personality shine through instead... seriously since when was it a compliment to be thought of as easy, cheap and promiscuous which wearing next to nothing inevitably suggests - however unfairly..

I have no doubt society plays a part with the net, porn, male mags etc - women just want as they always have - male attention - but this kind of attention seems doomed to have them treated as sex objects and later in life with nowhere to turn when their looks fade..

In a club - surely the girls who really stand out are those who do not clart on the makeup, go out with orange glow, fake everything etc and who cover up without a need to leave little to the imagination? You can be stunning still without being drag queen esque surely?


I am trying to find a Drag Mother to Teach me how to become a Drag Queen I can Already sing and have taught myself to walk/dress and do my drag queen makeup i as well already know how to sing and have picked the female celebrity that i want to portray as well as i have my drag queen name. Now all i need is to 1 Find a Drag mother and 2 find a place to perform


It was after school, and after lacrosse practice. I needed Scotch tape. I went to the Wal-Mart down the road to procure some. Little did I know that this would become a battle with my own sanity before I left. Now, I can't say that I've been shopping for Scotch tape in recent memory, so I wasn't exactly sure where to find it. My best guess placed me in the aisle with all of the household cleaning supplies. No go. So I went an aisle over to find some immigrant worker stocking paper towels. Clearly, this guy would know where to find the Scotch tape. Or, at least, that's what I thought at first.
"Excuse me, Sir? I'm looking for Scotch tape," I say.
The man looks up from his work, standing up to a good three and a half feet tall. Apparently, this particular Wal-Mart was looking to meet its Oompa Loompa quota. " Scotch tape?" he asks?
"Yeah, Scotch tape."
He stares at me blankly for a few seconds. "Spray?" he confusedly replies.
Oh, Jesus. This was a mistake. "No, it's not a spray."
So, Oompy Boy takes me back to the aisle I was just in, points into it, and declares "Spray." Then, he walks off. And so we have strike one. I set off again to locate somebody that both worked there AND spoke English, a task that would prove nigh-impossible. I eventually run into this old lady dragging a cart of boxes around. I ask her where the Scotch tape is. She replies that it's either in the aisle I was just in, or in the aisle with the carpet cleaners. Well, I was just in the aisle I was just in, and couldn't find the Scotch tape even with the assistance of a little orange man. I relayed this information to the lady.
She took me back to the aisle I was just in, anyways. I hate people.
As soon as the lady realized that there was not, in fact, any Scotch tape in this aisle, I was pointed in the direction of carpet cleaners about halfway across the store. I embarked on my journey at once. I soon arrived, but alas, no Scotch tape. The carpet cleaners section contained, amazingly enough, only carpet cleaners. Apparently not having suffered enough from my previous two encounters, I again set out to seek the assistance of a salesperson. Each attempt proved increasingly difficult, as salespeople at this particular Wal-Mart were about as elusive as naked women at the Neverland Ranch. I had made it all the way to pool supplies before I managed to catch up to one unable to scurry away from me before I could plead for help, possibly because her fat *** seemed to weigh in excess of a metric ton. I ask her where I can find some Scotch tape.
" Scotch tape?" she asks.
Oh, Jesus. Here we go again. "Yeah, Scotch tape."
"Check the cleaning supplies aisle over in groceries," she suggests.
Yeah, that wasn't going to fly. I politely inform her that her suggested avenue had already been explored, and that she had best provide a more suitable answer before I buried my foot deep inside of her size-52 ***.
"Umm... hardware?" she says. This was not a more suitable answer. My reply, though nonverbal, seemed to convey my feelings on the subject. Long live the power of the facepalm!
So, Tubby walks me over to another sales assistant, who she then proceeds to ask, "Yo Quiero Scotch tape?"
The other associate turns to look at her and then, in perfect English, replies, "what's Scotch tape?"
Oh, God. Butterball spent a few seconds trying to explain it to her before finally turning to me and again pointing me in the direction of hardware. Eager to be away from the hungry clutches of a hideous beast likely to eat me at her next feeding time, I left for hardware.
Upon entering hardware, I encounter a Hispanic lady that strongly resembled Nikki Sixx of Motley Crue, only with more tattoos and considerably less attractive. I asked her where I may procure so Scotch tape and was pointed towards automotives. Fine. Automotives sounded like a better idea than hardware, so I went to go check it out. Alas, still no Scotch tape. So, I head back to the hardware whore and demand that I be shown to the Scotch tape in automotive. She complies, and I back off to automotives with the bassist from Motley Crue in tow. She searches for a little while, but is unable to find the object of my desire. Another sales rep, who was apparently lord and master of the automotive section appeared and was flagged down for help by the ***** from hardware. After presented with the situation, the Queen of Automotive Land formally declared that Scotch tape had been discontinued.
Right. Scotch tape has been discontinued. And I'm the king of ******* Spain.
The Automotive Mistress begins a long speech about how unpopular products are discontinued after awhile and I will have nothing of it. I cut her off and ask if they have any of a product just like Scotch tape. I am taken and dragged deep into the bowels of automotives in search of this mysterious substitute. Automotives Whore points me towards some leather polish. Way to go. I take this moment to explain two thin
two things to her. First, leather polish is not Scotch tape, nor is it an acceptable substitute, nor is it even the same product. Secondly, the product on the shelf directly underneath what she had pointed me to was, in fact, Scotch tape. I then claim my prize with a satisfied grin upon my face.
"Well, that's not the same kind," the Queen of automotives declared in an apparent attempt to save face.
Not the same kind? What the hell? It's ******* Scotch tape! Granted, it's Scotch tape for autos, but all that means is that the picture on the front of the can is a car seat instead of a sofa. Apparently, this was too much for my friend to handle. I removed myself from her presence in disgust. On the way back to the register, I decided to stop and get some glue. Even though I buy it frequently at Wal-Mart (I use it a lot), I had some difficulty locating it at this particular store. I did not, however, at any point stoop to asking salespeople for help finding it. Given my past experienc
i know...
wasn't the best ending in my perspective