When I get home, I'm going to cook some chicken.
I went grocery shopping.
I am such a big girl now.
I'm so grown and developed.
I can now do what all those who are older than me have done and do.
I am so big now.
I can drive my car to the grocery store now,
And I can spend money on food,
And I can eat it and it will nourish me.
I am so big, I can take care of myself now.
I have a job, I have thoughts and feelings.
I contribute to society.
I am something.
Something big and grown.
I have wants and desires.
One of which is to go buy a slaughtered, and needle hollowed animal carcass and devour it.
Because I am grown.
I wear make-up so the boys like me.
I wear make-up but not just for the boys, for myself as well because a woman needs to feel pretty.
Men CAN NOT understand women and it is foolish for men to talk about a woman's feelings because he is not a woman, he is a man.
I am so big now.
Women and men are different and I can drive my car to the grocery store.
I don't know how my car works because that's not part of my gender identity,
I don't know how the grocery store works because I don't work there because my parents worked their asses off so that I did not need to work there.
I don't understand the lives of those who work at the grocery store. They are foreign to me.
I just want my BIG CHICKEN with BIG BREASTS, so that I can eat it.
The money that I spend and the hoarding of those who receive it mean nothing to me because I WANT MY CHICKEN.
How dare you comment on the opinions of women and abortion, or objectification, or beauty, or lifestyle; you have never even experienced menstruation, you dog.
Misanthrope.
All I know is that I am happy and have what I want, and that's ALL that matters.
