I'm transsexual, MTF, was classified male on my birth certificate and all that jazz. . . it um, sucks, frankly, being labelled something you're so very not because of an accident of birth. Complicated issue that, if you don't know it. . . well, I'm open to questions, I'm a very open person. I have a lot of faults, but I don't hide them, so I guess that's something?
I don't lie, I like to say I believe in truth, but it's not really that entirely, I mean I do, I really do, but. . . it's also kind of a compulsive thing with me, I can't bring myself to tell an intentional non-truth. Often wrong, can delude myself at times, and. . . I'll admit I've danced around the truth without actively lying before when I wanted to deceive. . . I prefer not to deceive, but, life demands it at times. . . and I'm not always as strong as my convictions want me to be. But, for what it's worth, I don't lie at least, it's sort of something, I guess?
I'm also, kind of rather a mess sometimes, I have a lot of anger, a lot of pain in me, a lot of issues, a lot of problems, anxiety issues and the like. . . I am trying to be a better person, but. . . it's not easy and I have a lot I need to deal with, and a very hard time accepting some of my problems. Getting better at that at least, and that's, something anyway.
Right now, as of this writing, I'm about as low as I've ever been, sorrow. . . sadness. . . bleah. . . sucks, but. . . just writing it out, just saying, here's me, and thinking, maybe someone will still find me, interesting at all? Maybe, just maybe. . . the thought helps.