dear trusting in a higher power diary,
at the end of the day at the beginning of life somebody knew what they were doing in my case. i was directed to stand in the right line. i think i prolly tried to stand in a different line and sign up to be a homosexual male, but one of the kind orderlies told me i'd be better off in a different line and i switched over. i cant stop thinking about the penis. the penis fascinates me. it is so beautiful. men are really lucky to have one attached to their bodies and i have always wanted one of my own. i can only assume there were enough homosexuals at the time of my birth and that is why i was born a woman. i couldn't imagine the anal part three times a day, but i am sure somewhere out there there's someone whodda felt the same way.
