Somedays, I simply wish im a bloke.
I will do away with the wishy washy. And fight for what I believe in.
I will go travel half the globe and fall in love with gals I know there.
I dunno why I’m born a gal.
I have a strong repugnance for the things of PMS and child bearing.
And for being too emotional.
Will you still love me if I’m a bloke?
HAHAHA…
am suffering from too much ‘Brokeback Mountain discussion’ syndrome.