I think I may have a problem. At some point in the last couple of days I started asking myself what I was saying with "Am I Memorex?" See I had this feeling that there was something I wanted 'say' with the story.(Which is usually a sign that I'm over thinking things.) Not like I wanted to preach some kind of lesson but rather to show some part of me. And today I figured out what part of me was trying to come out through the story.
This has a downside cause now that I know what I want the story to be, I can see bits that I want to change in the parts that I've already posted. I don't want to restart the story but I also don't want to make anyone who has been reading to have to go back and reread everything. Any ideas?
Until I figure out what I want to do about previous parts I will continue with the story as is.
About Me
- Gilly
- I'm trying to be more me. I'm trying to find my me-ness. It's hard because I've been taught that I am not acceptable. I am less than other people. I am a woman who was born male. I've been taught this is a bad thing to admit. People will want to hurt me because of it. People may kill me because of it. People will treat me as less than a person because of it. I'm so tired of not being me. This is me. I am a woman. I was born male. These two facts are not related. Please listen to what I am saying: I am a woman. Every he, his, sir, man is a slur against my identity. Every she, her, ma'am, woman is an affirmation to my identity. I want to believe this but it's hard when the message I've see everywhere is that I am less than.
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