I live in a flesh prison. A male runs my prison. In prison, the male tries to torment me. I can take away the dysphoria by ignoring my physical form, every day. In about 2013, I masturbated to my friend, Newton, fucking me while I crossdressed. He looked like Milo, from Death Note! In 2007, at my house, I wore my mother's clogs because they were kinda arousing. In 2007, I tried to get my parents to make me crossdress. From 2010-2011, I fantasized about being publicly forcibly feminized by a machine like Cronenberg's Fly, built by my friends and family? That was dumb because they were retards. In 2014, I was talked to a female classmate. She called me a little girl. In high school, Gabriel and I were fascists, but we used to say that fascism is just political masculinity and that we were closer to trannies than to ancient white warriors. In 2008, I told the girl who worked at the party suply store that I wanted decoration for teenaged girls -- two problems. On 8/22/2009, I saw a male killing another male with a gun for the first time. =-) In 2006, when I was 5, I created an user interface for my cross-sex dreams in my mind, because that was effective. In 2008, when I was about 7, my friend Vinicius put my hand on his penis. In 2006, when I was about age 5, I dreamed about becoming Harry Potter's wife, I thought more about myself than about him. Enrique has very nice abs. Farhan Mohammed, at Amazon, has very nice abs. Distracting? At age 5, me and Matheus touched hands like we were a couple.

What do we do all day?

We beat the male because the male doesn't understand what an anatomical-medial-posterior-parietal-cortical dissonance is.

We beat the male because the male thinks the brain can be rewired.

We beat the male because he thinks being a girl is a surreal dream.