I am the overly sensitive type. SOrt of like when you dont shave for a while, then you do and the slightest touch sends you reeling. Thats Me but emotionally and all the time. I read into things like a woman, but get angry and violent like a man. Androgenous emotions.

That was sick and twisted.

I see the way people look at Me and I love and hate them for it. It cannot be easily explained nor ignored. It is as factual as My face, and mysterious like where belly lint comes from. Worst is there is no solid correlation because the ratio of scared people to ones who think Im a pushover kep shifting. Its almost as if I need to be a serial killer to make it stick in one location, or cut My balls off and join a commune.

My balls stay.

There is a fair amount of sexual tension in Me for sure. And Im not in the mood to take matters into My own hands. My imagination doesnt help much and My lack of options is a constant tease. Walking amoung the living sometimes is more a burden, than a pleasure. Its like looking at presents you will never get to open. As pretty as they are, you cannot touch, and that sucks donkey balls.

Maybe I can settle for flirting.