Having shit on my shoe was alleviated by the DNA test. Feelings of abandonment now confirm I’m a gender bender which is a relief because it had got me thinking I’d been adopted. Now there is nothing to be scared of. It confirms I don’t have to be a supernatural being any more. The ordeal for transgender or gay people gets close to satanic as religion considers them a fence sitting phenomenon. I’ve done nothing wrong and can shrug off the kinky terror because I have finally acknowledged what the shit on my shoe was. Not knowing ones own gender leaves room for bullying because neither sex is the correct answer.
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