DylanTheVillian

I was thinking lately. What can I do as a male, that I can't do as a woman? It makes me question WHY I would like to become a man. Now, it is all well and good that some people REALLY know there reason. Mine is because it makes me feel more comfortable and at peace with myself. But then I think about some of the things I would miss about being a female. I don't know. It would be weird. And if I went through with the full transition then it would be permanent. It is a commitment. I was also thinking about my sexuality. Do I want to, or have to date girls? No, I don't HAVE to. Of course that is a choice. Well in some sense. I do understand tha

Suzy walked down the street. Her milk chocolate long hair slightly tusseled from the light breeze. Her high heels clicked on the pavement. Another day of work completed. She worked at a fashion design studio. She did have great fun there. She would ask herself if Lady GaGa would wear an outfit before it was complete. This won her much praise for her unique designs. She lived in New York City and loved it. The sound of the cars, the busy sidewalks. In the middle of her thoughts of the city, she bumped right into an semi-attractive man. She dropped her sketchpad and purse. The contents of her purse spilled all over the sidewalk. Of course, no

My name is Sweet Foot. I am a female werewolf. I have my own pack. Now get those stupid notions out of your head that we transform during the full moon, or anything of that sort. We resemble humans. Most would call us humans. Ha. That thought repulses me. I am part wolf. Proud of it too. I was raised around dogs when I was younger and KNEW I was a wolf. I have always felt a connection with nature. My pack and I have a vast knowledge on wildlife. We love to learn. We get amazing grades in school. Our pack has standards. Some would say that we do this for attention. Well is it much different from someone getting a sex change? They are "changin

He didn't know what he was doing, He deeply inhaled, The smoke burning his throat, Filling his lungs, He exhaled, Then repeated, He didn't know why, He only did this with him, Their special little thing, The would only smoke one cigarette, It became tradition, On their little rock. On the river bed, The stars shined bright, The river sparkled like a million diamonds in the light of the full moon, Everything so serine, Everything so, Perfect, He leaned into him, And they kissed, Silently, Sweetly, Delicately, A man and his boyfriend, On a warm summer night, With no one but each other, In a dream like state forever.