I didn't write these. But they sum up almost perfectly what I have been feeling for my entire life - a disconnect, ambivalence and near-dysphoria towards this body that I've had to grow up in.
Part 1:
http://calvinahobbes.dreamwidth.org/36256.htmlPart 2:
http://calvinahobbes.dreamwidth.org/36551.htmlPart 3:
http://calvinahobbes.dreamwidth.org/36695.html *I should point out that (for label's sake), this author identifies herself as "queer" by default, due to identifying as asexual. I, personally, do not identify as queer - even if it is the blanket term for "anything not heteronormative." It just doesn't fit with how I perceive my identity. But then again, a lot of things don't fit, do they?