I am Transgender. Have always been but hid it from even myself. Opened my closet one day and pulled all the bones out
in truth to everyone; me inclusive.
If a female, dressed as a male, gets on the same bus I'm on. Not her gender. However, she's accepted and has a beautiful girl come sit on her lap on the bus. Not next to one another, on top of one another.
Question arose, why am I hiding? Bones are in the light and the closet is empty; nothing left to hid but me and I'm not hiding any longer.
I am Paul now Paula.
The music you listen to that I compose is of feeling. Not just strung together loops.