All the world's a stage, but I'm the one controlling the lights. ;)
I'm slowly morphing into something genderless, sexual-orientation-less, and label-less. I am abandoning all convention, and instead finding my definitions from the inside out. Isn't this the way things are supposed to be? I assume a lot, know a little, and look forward to being proven wrong. I await the day the whole world can understand the bliss of no expectations.
I am gorgeous, and know what you may think. I struggle each day with myself, but believe that slowly I am getting past all that. I let things happen as they happen, and can only hope to guide it along a favorable path.
I do not partake in your Gods, though I don't blame you for finding consolation in them. I do blame you if your Gods tell you that others are less than perfect because they don't care for your fairy tales.
I am human, not mineral, nor vegetable, but some kind of animal, and I'll attack if provoked. I think you're human, too, but
