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WISH THE BEST IN THE NEW YEAR AND ALWAYS.


Look no magic, she will find you. Do not try to cause events. Look no experience. Pursue not get something with all your strength, you must always leave some room for magic.

That which comes without warning and always catches you off guard. The magic disturbs, causes you to lose control of situations, words and deeds.

Magic fleet in front of you and makes you float with it. Do not know what it is until you feel it, and you realize it's there looking for a long time is not magic, but what has brought.


"I wish first love, and loving, too be loved. And, if not, you're soon to forget and then forget, do not hold grudges.
I therefore hope that they do not, but if it happens, you'll be without despair.

- I wish also to have friends, and that even poor and inconsistent, be brave and faithful, and that at least there is one you can trust without hesitation. And because life is so, I wish you also have enemies. Not many or few, accurate measurement, so that sometimes you wonder your own certezas.Y between them, there is at least one that is fair, so do not feel too safe.

- I wish also that you are useful, but not irreplaceable. And in bad times, when there is nothing left, that is useful enough to keep up. Also, I want you to be tolerant, not to those who are wrong bit, because that is easy, but with those who are wrong long and hopelessly, and that making good use of this tolerance, as an example to others.

- I wish that being young does not mature too quickly, and mature, do not insist on rejuvenating, and that being old does not devote yourself to despair. For every age has its pleasure and pain and must be allowed to flow between us.

- I wish you the way you're sad. Not every year, but just one day. But on that day discover that daily laughter is good, that laughter Typically, soda and constant laughter is unhealthy.

- I wish to discover, with maximum urgency, above and despite all that exist, and those around you, beings oppressed, treated unjustly and unhappy people.

- I wish to caress a dog, feed it to a bird and a goldfinch hear her singing triumphantly erect morning, because this way you also feel good for nada.Deseo you plant a seed, however tiny it is, and accompany their growth, to discover how many lives is indeed a tree.

- I wish also to have money, because you need to be practical. And at least once a year put some of that money before you and say, "This is mine", just to make it clear who owns whom.

- I wish also that none of your affections die, but if one dies, you mourn without whining and suffering without feeling guilty.

- I wish at last, being a man, have a good woman, and that being a woman, have a good man tomorrow and the next day and when they are tired and smiling, talking about love to start again. "If all these things came to pass, I have nothing more to wish you, but you're happy ..."

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One is looking for dreams. Forgotten dreams. Lost Dreams and forever remembered. Old dreams. And new dreams.

But, upon awakening, escape. Or that voice tells you to achieve them is not as easy as when you were sleeping ... You look in the mirror, your mirror. You only see your past. Lost Dreams. Everything you have not lived. The failures and frustrations ... Your tears. Your loneliness. The memories. Friends anchored. The feelings and emotions that you miss ... The laughter, the confidences, the looks ... The silence ... The sound of distant worlds: those left behind.
And you see the white rabbit on the other side. You see, watching the clock in front of you swinging, running desperately, because late. Always late ... He stops in front of you and smiles. Laughs ... The Lost Years ... You miss it because you think later. And the white rabbit to run again, is too fast, are impatient, always believed in the background that will not come ...

you lie in bed, close your eyes ... It's nice to fly. It's nice to be. But the dream, so hard to make it happen! Try, looking for that dream, those dreams.

Only time, the real, which happens quickly, sometimes so slow, we live, gives you the real picture of that dream. The present and future that will possibly give you more sleep.
fly, dream, be what you want, how you want, whenever you want. It's so easy! Living
sometimes seems to approach the word impossible.
you wake up and again against espejo.Te view. On the other hand, the White Rabbit shows your clock seems to threaten you, you see their movement as that of a pendulum, you see how your hands move constantly, like every step forward seems to get away more and more of life, your dreams, your aspirations, desires, hopes ... But you smile. Arrive.

And a dream is searching ...

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Farewell. Look Into My Eyes

So then, goodbye. Do not forget anything?
Well, go ... We can say goodbye.
Already we have nothing to say?
I leave, you can go ...
But no, wait, wait
yet it stops raining ... wait a while.

And above all, is well sheltered,
because you know how cold it is out there.
A winter coat is what would
to wear ... So I have returned it?
Is not nothing I have yours?
Have you taken your cards, your portrait?

Well, look at me now, my friend
for that purpose, and is one to say goodbye.
Go! We must not grieve;
come on, Should not mourn, what nonsense!

And why so much effort
need to make our heads,
to imagine and see us again lovers

those so tired and so tender
we had been before!

We had given
lives forever, each other, forever,
and behold, now we return them,
and you're going to leave me and I'll leave you,
and soon everyone will leave
with your name, meanwhile ... ... wandering ...
Restart
live elsewhere ...
Of course, at first suffer. But then come pious
oblivion,
only true friend forgives us;
and there again you and I kept
to be as we are, all other
between two people.

So you're going into my past.
And I will see you on the street from a distance, without crossing
to talk to the other side,

distracted us away and you'll light
costumes for me unknown. And we will not see us
long months, and forget
the taste of your touch,
and my friends will give you news
of "that friend of yours."

And I in my turn, eagerly
suppressed by the evil fake pride,
ask why it was my star
and refer to you, you are my life,
to you, you were my strength and sweetness ,
say: how is that?

Our big heart, how small it was!
Our many purposes, how few!;
and yet we were so crazy
at first that spring.
you remember? The apotheosis! The charm!
We loved each other so much!

And it was that love? Who would believe it! So
us-even we-love
when we talk
are we like the others?
This is the value we
to the words of love that moves us.
What Unfortunately, my God we are
are all the same thing! How it rains! You can not

out and raining.
Come on, stay, look, I pray, and try to understand
later. We
new plans,
and even if the heart has changed, perhaps

relive the past love the charm of old gestures. We will attempt
;
one will behave well. You, you'll be good ..
sweet as ever.
And then ... it's unbelievable,
has a customs;
chain comes sometimes be necessary.

Sit here, my darling:
remember your disgust with me, and I
you about my loneliness.

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feel the need to write the word love ...

God, my son, my husband, my friends, my family ...

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I still do not know how to use the new cut that .. so here is what you get.
I will return soon with a fic of mine .. why Brian can not have a dog.
Yes .. I know ...
Meanwhile, I leave it.


Look into my eyes again,

know they can not lie, I know that the light that illuminates your eyes

has no direction except for me ... do not talk

, this minute the words left over,

I know this is happening is unreasonable, nothing makes sense,

for some time here the feelings are torn from my hands

I could not control and are now at your feet.

The simple fact of having known much change in me,

all starts again, start a new story,

hopefully never will end, the story begins

do not know how he started In my life there is so much joy that I

forget that a couple of months ago we were just two strangers,

until you cross my path, my life changed

gave him a beat to my existence, did I ever thought to live again,

brought me light, came with everything necessary to make me fly,

as your words, your eyes were all I needed ...

Now I'm in your arms,

feel reborn, I live,

think anything better I will

occur only hope that your tenderness is eternal

I just want to get out between your lips. . . Look

in the eye and tell me what they are saved,

in your eyes I see reflected in your lips feel live,

your hands while your arms I say protect me, tell me Is it all

é sto part of reality, were what he had dreamed?

I find it incredible that this has come to me,

feel that slowly envelop me a joy that never ends,

look at me, smiled now for any reason,

know this is love, is a drug for me

diaa a day I eat to live, to continue feeling

to love and so for a second to find you and me alone. . .

Now I hope that every minute every second that passes,

for the better, be part of the good things in life

and not a cruel trick of fate

there are times I feel that I can not stop thinking about you,

as you want, how good you are to me

on how much and what you give me that little by little you've become. .

Now I can say that my fairy tale is complete,

has a beginning in which

Prince falls in love at first sight of the princess

and between words and gestures told her he loved her,

also a place where anything can happen,

at a glance where everything changes color, but

. . . I simply ask that you do not have final, as well as

I did not realize how I began to feel what I feel

not want to know when this has to end. . .

infinite hope is a story, a story where passion will win everything, even

the lived happily ever after. . .

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Dear Doxys
I do not know how to say this, I do not like. I have realized it that night under the bus and I saw your initial recording my statue of John f. Kennedy. Sure they are masochistic enough to understand that Santa Claus does not exist. I will return your ring, but I will keeping the fuel tank as a souvenir. You should also know that today I confess your passionate interest for mice.

Die drowned, Cynthia.

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Dear (name of the last person who left you a comment)
I do not know how to say this (1). I have noticed this (2) (3) and I saw (4) (5). Sure enough that you (6) to understand (7). I'll give you back (8), but I will continue saving (9) as a souvenir. You should also know that (10) (11)

(12), your name.

then you have to fill in the gaps of numbers depending on how you answer the questions below there.

(1) What color is your shirt?

Blue: Our romance is over Red
: Our affair is over White
: I'll join the monastery
Black: I do not like Green
: our horoscope does not match
Gray: You're a pervert Yellow
: I'm selling
Rosa: Your nostrils are insulting
Brown: the mafia wants you.
No shirt, you are a loser / a
Other: I'm in love with your sister

(2) What month were you born?

January: that night
February: last year
March: When your dwarf bit me
April: When I tripped on sesame seeds
May: May Day
June: when I slapped
July: When I threw up August
: when I saw the shrunken head
September: when we tan
October: when I nominated
Santa November: when your dog ran amok December
: When I changed tennis shoes

( 3) What food do you prefer?

Nachos: at home
Pizza: In your camping car Pasta
: outside Chicago
Hamburger: Under the bus Salad
: As you ate enchilada Chicken
: in your closet
Kebab: with Paris Hilton
Fish: In the women's clothing Sandwiches
: the Hare Krishna graduation Lasagna
: psychiatric hospital
Doggy: in a state of trance
None of the above: with George Bush and his wife

(4) What color are your socks? Yellow

:
hitting Red: Black insulting
: ignoring
Blue: kicking
Purple: pouring syrup on White
: recording your initial
Gray: undressing
Brown: Put leeches on Orange
: castrating
Rosa: Pull the toupee off Barefoot
: sitting in
Other: taking to

(5) What color is your underwear?

Black: my best friend White
my father
Gray: Bill Clinton
Purple: my mustard pot
Red: Donald Duck Blue
: my avocado plant
Yellow: my cyberamigo of Ghana
Orange: my Converse All Star
Rosa: Manchester United goalkeeper
Nothing, my statue of John Kennedy
Other: the Mad Monk

(6) What prefer to watch on TV?

The News: Man
The man Paco: emotional
Sin Tetas no paradise: open / a
Lost: bright
House: scared shitless / a
Fí Music or Chemistry: left / a
The Simpsons
coward I know what I did: Mongolian / a
Parent: Masochistic
X Factor: Is senile
from Middle-class
None of the above: Ashamed

(7) How are you now?

Happy: What displeased that I felt sad
: I bored you are
bored: there is no Santa Claus
Angry / a: that your pimples are is a news
depressed: they're cousins Excited as
/ a: that this has no solution
worried That your Honda sucks
Nervous / a, that I underwent a sex change
Embarrassed: I'm allergic to your hamster
very happy: I was attacked / on by garbage
Other: I'm open / a

(8) What color are the walls of your habitació n?

White: Your ring Yellow
: Your love letters Red
-your Darth Vader poster Black
: Your tame stone Blue
: The couch cushions Green
: photos Los Angeles
Orange: Your false teeth Brown
: Your contact book Grey
: your old lottery
Residence: the clippers
Rosa: The cut toenails Other
: Your memories from the military

(9) Does the first letter of your name?

A / B:
Your photo C / D: the fuel tank
E / F: Your neighbor Martin
G / H:
my virginity I / J: The results of your blood
K / L: your left ear
M / N: Your suicide
O / P: my common sense
Q / R: your mother
S / T: your collection of butterflies U
/ V: Your criminal record
W / X: your Spiderman costume
Y / Z: Your grades from college

(10) The last letter in your last name?

A / B - Always remember
C / D - never forget
E / F - Always querrás romper
G/H – nunca te burlarás abiertamente de
I/J – siempre te sentirás sucio/a después de
K/L – le contaré a las autoridades que
M/N – hoy me confesaré sobre
O/P – sere entrevistado/a por el Times sobre
Q/R – le contaré a mi psiquiatra sobre
S/T – te pondrás enfermo al pensar en
U/V – siempre tratarás
forget W / X - Am better off without
Y / Z - Never liked

(11) Do you prefer to drink?

Water-Our friendship Beer
: your future senility
Cups: your new life as a clone
Fanta: The incarnation as an eskimo Milk
: the constructio n of your flat
Wine: cocaine abuse your
Coca Cola: A passionate interest for mice
Juice: Pocholo phone imitations
Hot Chocolate: your Eggplant-fetishism Whisky
: To ruin the second world war.
Other: your hate Real Madrid

(12) What country would you go on vacation?

Thailand: a warm embrace
U.S.: many memories
United Kingdom: Good luck with your escape from prison
Spain: Die drowned / a
Germany: with relief
China, without any illusion
Japan: Burn
Greece: your eternal / a
enemy Australia, congratulations on your frog Leonard Egypt
: you den
France with a penalty
Other: Rot in hell

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• 10% of men have made love at least once in the elevator, stairs, or on the street.
• 20% of women wanted to be men.
• 35% of children are in love with her teacher.
• A 45% of men like women with blue eyes.
• 46% of women having anal sex with your partner.
• 50% of men go to bed without brushing their teeth
• 65% of women prefer to make love in the morning
• 90% of men said that they were never crossed his mind have
• homosexual 90% of women would make love in nature.
• 99% of women has never had sex in the office.

Conclusions: The man likes to have sex in public, too many lesbians, children are a horny, especially if the teacher has blue eyes, is easier to do with them to 5 am in a forest with her ass in the air without washing his mouth in the office afternoons.

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is not a fic, and I can not even put the new cut .. shit !!!!!!!!!! so here I do not, all stirred together and as my head. Lately
.. do not know if mine is a slump, a bad year .. a bad life .. but .. in order .. there are things you better not take them out never, never, never, drowning them and end ..

ever felt you should leave something, some reason to go your way.

is desired in life, that the continuous swing often prevents you daily

Seeing clearly what one has.

long for changes, projects, dreams and there is a delicate line between the possible and the impossible, fantasíay truth go hand in hand.

Have you given up? Feel that for some reason it wants most, how much they want can not be obtained.

is when you hear the voice of your inner razóny that little voice whispers softly ear, a Stop ...

What are you doing? Do you renounce that you follow the path sueñoy completely forgetting that what made you so excited, you throw to the sea where thousands of broken dreams lost and so you think you're going a step further and continuous & hellip ;

But have you thought too, that part of you stays in the dark side?

Yes Lying some of you, part of your being to resign, simply because you thought you could not with him.

Then as time goes by, you feel like you won a major battle and take that experience as a positive achievement. But ...

Sometimes it feels far away, beyond the memories, where nothing dies and everything is

give up and stop That was perhaps the error of allowing make the value of everything made you crave with the strength of your heart, achieving your dream.

Did you win or lose? ...

know only you and your soul ... your essence reborn and you thought you lost again gaining momentum like a phoenix from the ashes ... but maybe and just maybe too late.

Time goes by so fast you will not mind you see that happen in your life, a fate which lurks not know what will happen.

not easily forget what you want returned, strengths, desires.

not always a perfect chess move is still there is a checkmate.

Watch the game carefully and see if that piece you beat, you do not need to.

There are times when it is better to stop the rally and retreat, but there is a formula for not giving up and win without removing your dreams.

For if dreams are, it's because you depend on if you do possible and real. As real as a true sense, able to make you see a ray of light on a cloudy day.

Because the sun goes down, but even if you can see, there is still reigning.

So mysterious is the path of the cravings, which is almost necessary to be brave.

And go though it may seem impossible ... So I think the move and look at the bottom of your soul and be honest ... Do not let go of what you both want to try to rediscover how important it is for you.

If you go back and find the possibilities that life gift you, ask yourself if you let go without fear that something that was worth living.

So when you meet again at this crossroads. This time Stop

And look for the answers, but not the easiest to decide, but look at those the most difficult and find tomorrow's vision and spirit indomitable and adventurous. Will show you what to do.

is your life and your happiness, your time is your chance, Stop, but honestly choose what you need to dream again.

"Nothing is unattainable for the dreamer with the heart"

Luck , but think more than luck, every time you make a radical decision.

If valid and worthwhile, leaving behind illusions that if you turn you would enjoy the triumph over adversity.

... Stop and think before you proceed, do not leave behind those dreams that are important to you. For anyone else that only you can do, no knock on your door and tell you I have met this desire, here you go!

say good hard, something will tell ...

not give up, fight for everything that can make you feel happy.

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few lines I wanted to put the baby with all my love, passing all my strength and energy to that .. somehow reach you.
to recover fully as soon as possible because it makes us much, much needed ... makes me lack tantaa see you again .. well, see your smile .. your eyes ...

I do not know where to start ... nor how it will end ..

may be possible?

Hello .. Who are you?

not you come near me ...

I need ..

Yes, Thanks .. I know my madness ..

No, do not think I'll make something funky ..

Already

change your way of seeing the world ..

I want to come out ..!

Get Well .. Mind ...!

Get Well .. Understand life at the moment ..

luck in everything ..

I miss you ....

I get angry .. Change.

Dream .. sleepy.

*** *** Silence Must Be Heard

If you look at your reflection,
surely notice,
that nobody is like you, because you
are special.

always know what you are,
that nothing you do change
and achieve all your dreams
because you are special.

optimistic in life, many tests
rule;
trust you above all
because you are special.

When you suffer a defeat:
Remember your successes and accomplishments.
When you need love
Revive your experiences of affection and tenderness.
Remember what you have experienced and what you have given with joy
remember the gifts I have, the kisses that I have given the
landscapes that have enjoyed and the laughter that you have come forth.
If this has been, I can regain
and what you have achieved, and we can again achieve. Rejoice
so good that you
and at the other;
discarded sad and painful memories,
getting hurt more. Think
good, as kind,
on beauty and truth. Walk
your life and stop where there are beautiful memories and emotions
healthy and live it again. View
you excited that evening. Revive
that caress you were given spontaneous
Enjoy peace again you've known, think and live well.
there in your mind all the images are stored
And only you decide what you re looking ...

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I missed by aqui.Ahora back, with continued .. strange, as is customary in mi.Donde mixing past and present, Pittsburgh and New York .. again. A bridge to nowhere ...

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One of the best things that happened to Justin in New York was that thanks to Peter entered the night school of painting that arose in the Art's Student League. A curious place, situated at 57 with the Seventh Avenue, a grand old building. It felt as if he entered the Julian Academy of Post-Impressionists. Peter seemed anything but a painter. But when he took a pencil or a brush, his eyes seemed to close with his hand in a perfect circle and four fine features and light caught the breath of the represented.

- were many objects that we build a model bodegónya times ..

- Ted I have to call tomorrow and put everything in orden.No need to accompany me to the airport.

- need not go away so Brian ..

- you kidding? I've had enough with this magnificent exhibition .. .. sure we in the newspaper, sure to be good publicity for you young .. painter living in New York, home of a poor neighborhood of Pittsburgh, a place in the middle of nowhere .. but .. a wealthy family and her two lovers become embroiled in a dispute in the gallery romantic number 13 ..

- grace not find him .. still lifes or people, and some lilies dying ..

- pictures .. they are still lifes of fruits, right? Question .- Brian glancing the top of your mobile silver. Feel an immense desire to get out of there, returning to his old life, their business, not thinking, not feeling, not to waste any more time, not engage in nothing, nothing, nothing .. .. he just like old times, as he should be, forever .- For the exhibition was well Sunshine.Te Congratulations, despite this so Peter and his bohemian air of frustrated that looks like a stockbroker in crisis crisis.Plena 29 .. why not jumped out the window?.

The taxi moved silently through the dark streets and cold of New York.

- Peter is a gentleman, Brian ..

- mean, a jerk. Shit, another call .. I was wondering if Peter is a gentleman by giving flowers .. .. what is someone that gives you all an art gallery in New York. Galeríay auctions ..

- Another asshole. Without common sense one iota of reality in their cerebro.Es another Peter .. but this is a Peter Pan

- Congratulations So Peter Pan.

- need not go so you Brian.

- I've had enough.

Both were still in the taxi, could not say anything else. It would have been the moment of speaking. Brian thought that if Justin looked at his face I see all, what was reflected allí.Pero sabría.Todo Justin looked at him and saw nothing ..

A beautiful face, beautiful, beautiful and unchanging.

- You're wrong, that's not the most important, everything is important when you love, I understand when somebody really want to, Bri ..

- do not think so, I think not .. Blondie ..

Justin hugged him, but still felt lacking in his arms as if hugging a stream of air.

never forget what happened on that show, damn exposure of truth.

JUSTIN PREVIOUS LIFE IN NEW YORK.

- 'm in love with you ... What is it you can not understand.

Talk loudly and collapsed on the bed when his name came from some corner of his mind and his body opened unnecessarily to get a touch.

BRIAN, BRIAN, BRIAN ..

was a gentleman eager to get rid of his armor glittering tension, knots of logic. Justin Fell

collapsed on the bed, as faint and invisible injury, and quarreled with her loving ghost who always won, then left him abandoned at the edge of a lake, while he repeated, gently :

"What you do not understand, Brian, I'm in love with you.

Not knowing if he spoke for him or for himself.

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Peter began to see everyday. He would always find time, but always different, as if every day he worked on a different drama.

the evening out with wealthy European and American upper class.

There were parties and drugs and music, limousines and mansions on Fifth Avenue, or huge apartment in Soho.

But Brian was not all that. Sometimes

diaa going to spend the Long Island, the beach, nice people's house without knowing that he was treated with total familiarity, and it was strange because I never knew exactly what they thought of him or the type of pain that lay behind their graphs sun.

Sometimes they were like .. .. if Brian, Brian ..

It was like every night at a masquerade ball, in one of those balls of snow that move at the whim of capricious hands.

If New York was an aquarium, to Justin since his arrival seemed to have finally entered the tank.

Without Brian, Brian, Brian.,

continue ..

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We as FtM see around us, how we live in society with complete regularity, not complicate our lives in terms of preferences or sexual orientation. But I, in as much on definitions and complex systems of sexual practice, not overlook my own attraction.

I've always liked girls, so I'm heterosexual. However, I liked the girls mostly male, butch type something, do not know why. That ambiguity, androgyny maybe. And I've come out with another guy in my puberty FtM. I like guys tmb FtM. Therefore ... I'm bisexual?

complicated it is to be FtM and being bisexual, because I do not attract biological children, only those just like me. That be? Narcissism, maybe, hahaha!

Whatever ... until someone comes to me as it is called to this type of orientation, then considers me bisexual.

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3. Looking for my husband late for work and my day slows the bastard.
4. In the midst of a hellish traffic, with a temperature that I bare the heat. I heated the bastard car.
5. LUEGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I left the damn wallet. I have no card for print and therefore I have not a bastard fifth.
6. Now I'm in this bitch university computer thinking about what I do. I have no fucking idea. NO as y para joderme mas. mi pendrive se me quedo y no tengo la informacion aqui.



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Well, I've been in my name is Diego (or Shane ... but Shane is the name of the girl I like, although the name is androgynous). In this process of being FTM, according to my research, is very extensive. Since then begins to take your life in the genre you really are, to that of being in the wrong body is called gender dysphoria.

And answering the obvious questions: I am a girl. To me, this being transgender is something new (new in the aspect that I'm just discovering q wave), I within a year I felt proud lesbian, a very masculine lesbian.

But the issue here is that I am in full research, located in time and space. Because I've noticed that when someone has that gender dysphoria from small genus are found in the male or female, but as I said, I had no idea of my gender until I was 10 years old.

was something like "Ah, yes, she likes me! A moment ... I wonder if I have a boyfriend ... but pussies I have a boyfriend! Q? I'm a girl!". I will tell my children

briefly

from my birth I have lived as a child. In my outfit, which borrowed a huge doll my size, even my games, that bring short hair and play with dolls, wrestling, or that of the strollers. Just repeat that in my grandparents' house I was not Silvia, was Toñito (my father's name is Antonio) or Yayo (why not Yaya. And what about my aunt's attempts to get a dress ... it was fatal! A brutal tantrums! I felt that I wanted to dress!

The point is that when you get to kindergarten, the time to socialize with smaller wild, my behavior was the same: put aside the stuffed animals and play with other carts children, play fights!

This play-fight brought many nagging me, and several visits from my mother's teacher, haha!

And at the time of having to share games with my cousins, I had to be the child, not by obligation, I demanded!

The base was a little different, but not much. Instead of playing to the rope or have girlfriends, I had many friends! It was great to play and make mischief with a boy named izaar, breaking the pencils of the other students, spread glue stick on windows, I was a little Reese (the Malcolm). But this precocious child suddenly said I was his girlfriend!

Then to have more friends and play the Power Rangers!

college I changed a few times until I was in a nearby home. I play soccer, beating more children.

was in 5th grade that I lied about some children who supposedly loved me (aha, of course!) And everything to go along with my cousins.

Well, that's a very traumatic time kagado so ... Summary: I had my first boyfriend.

was pathetic!

My life in high school was more quiet except for the fact that appeared in my vocabulary the word "lesbian" was very difficult to have to label me that way all the time if I had liked the girls and I looked so normal, now I got away with it was not normal was to have a boyfriend I q!

On leaving school I could untie: I cut my hair in countless ways (all female), used a single earring, loose clothing, men's shoes. But I was a lesbian, a proud, at last I had tried to accommodate my reality. I took my life

gay pride through 3rd semester of high school, but a girl transvestite (man-woman) gave me the name of "Joshua" and I felt happy!

men I spoke, I was like a man! Everything was great!

I stopped seeing that group of people after a disappointment in love, met a woman much older than me and being in the depression left me handling.

was like a Barbie to the size! I bought and put all sorts of things too feminine, I did change my way of walking, talking, dressing, everything!

And even in this transformation required (I was like a zombie, let all that), I met my girl, who fell in love with the disguised version.

I have tried the option to put to my partner, in fact I said as a question: "q would do if I decide to become a man?"

"Let you," he responds.

Until now clings to the idea that I am a very butch lesbian, but ... caramba! I pass a mirror and I can not help saying, "That handsome boy!".

And I talk in male, I have interests and desires that every young person to live with his girlfriend has in mind.

secret And now I try to start my transition.

Returning: My exterior is the body of a girl (in quotes because my physique is not exactly what we might call feminine), but I'm in the difficult process of leaving the 2nd closet (as I dubbed).

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What happened in the last three years ...

Ps is that I moved with my girlfriend, which already had at the time 2-year relationship, and ps obviously had problems to come, I started out the 2nd closet approx. in July 2007 to no longer feel comfortable with my image of a girl (yes, that my last two pairs enforcement officials).

My outfit after being overly feminine (to please Joe) now finally reflected what I've always been. I felt so good and relive my lost years, when I got to college (which I had to leave for my recent condition of "married" to visit my friends and just received looks of desire of both boys and girls: the androgyny as an object of arousal.

Although my boobies are small, and then my hips were somewhat prominent in two months my body acquired the desired shape: Slim, I went down 8 kg, my tan started to fade. I was ready to be emo! haha! but no, that was not my goal.

Since then my attire, my behavior, my whole structure was rebuilt. And a few months ago I started with my analysis about the transgender FTM (Female male = female to male), if we look inside me, in my time of puberty, when I realized it was not something very common that I like girls, that ignorance of the genre probably was because all my life I was Antonio Jr (my father), and it was not uncommon for Toñito he liked girls ... but who believe! Toñito realized that it was not a child but a girl and her name was Silvia.

So far even my gender is female, because I am investigating in depth, yet not to be going my decision.

Well, the point is I'm on this discovery, therefore, I changed my name: I am Diego and Shane, as they like.

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Well .. since my brother's laptop .. then I leave the fearful. And a super mierdaaaaaaa say .. ..
Sorry for the delay, many things together .. and a break required, so full head does not think.
Have a nice Saturday .. very SWEET SAN LUIS ...

Justin decides that he has no desire to live that day that comes before him. He just wants to bury her body at the bottom of the mattress, his face in the folds and inner worlds of those black satin sheets.

And suddenly decides that the sheets do not like the least. That are too dark, too soft and too cold.

and turns on itself, upside down, burying his face in the background and inside the pillow.

Open your mouth, close your eyes, fill your lungs and emits a muffled cry, stifled a scream coming from the depths of your stomach and soul. A sharp cry, a cry that supports stoically black pillow, wrapping, shading, hiding his strength and rage. Justin

screams, cries more, with his mouth close to the soft touch and cold. Shout up exhausted and empty your lungs, until your head falls on one side and his mouth shut because it hurts now.

because it has not been comfortable.

- Damn!, Justin!, What are these goddamn screams?, Do you are violating ?, do you want me fucking head explodes?.

Brian out of the shower and soap suds in your body and a mini white towel over his waist. Justin looks at him, from the center of the room, standing there, strong, and too static beautiful to Justin decided to look at him again.

So the blonde remains lying face down, with outstretched arms outstretched, his face sideways on the pillow, her eyes closed.

aims to remove the day to expect, intends to open their eyes and realize he is dreaming, that damn show that night is nothing but a hideous dream.

- Justin?, Justin? .. Mmm have you autoamordazado? .. I see, need a push, right? ..- .. To get up and pull the blanket Brian black, exposing the pale body of Justin and his wonderful ass. Witness best orgasms.

- Justin ...? .- Brian runs his hand through the blonde's back, gently, until the great open road and warm your body.

But Justin does not move, it emits only a faint moan. Mixed with a moan and a groan, not now, Bri.

- Okay, you tell me what the hell you think?.

- I think not .- Answer Justin, finally releasing her voice even with his trusty pillow .- I think today I will not get up, Bri. I decided that I will not move from here, I do not want. Pongas.No you put yourself as, do not move.

- bien.Tú mismo.No is pretend it is I who get out of bed. Already a big boy, little brat.

- That is a contradiction, right?. If you say that I'm grown man, then do not call me little brat.

- Yourself .- And Brian is freed from the cloth that covers the least of his body, he turns around and returns to the shower while moving his head from side to side. Decidedly not for such contemplations.

is introduced into the shower and open the cold water tap. With just see that damn brat ass inconsistent, all your body reacts to the dizzying speed of light.

Close your eyes and open your mouth, and water gets in your mouth and throat, sliding down his neck and feeling that feeling, a feeling of something cold liquid going through its veins. Brian

not want to think, you know that it brings problems and that is why he never wanted to think more than necessary. But the truth is that everything is as absurd and illogical for him, stupid and so little Brian Kinney, disturbs him completely.

Every minute spent in New York was certainly more of the same questions: what the hell am I doing here?. Had neglected their work, business, business, his partner Ted peaceful, its Secretariat brave and patient, meetings, clients and campaigns. Its floor, powder of a small, empty night, the night business, Mickey, to the obnoxious and adorable house Mickey freakis happy, seeing more of a binge. The husband

cupboard Mickey and their faces after seeing him on the sofa in your living room drunk as enchanting live.

The half-joints with Deb, Em talks surreal, Wendy calls Linds and Mel loving words when it was she who attended to his calls.

Gus. Gus's laughter.

Damn. That last

nor was already in Pittsburgh.

And, that blond guy, it was too vital to him.

Justin is on the bed, listening to the shower water fall. And is tempted to get into the shower with Brian.

had been a few hours while he slept, looking for something to give him a hint of what Brian had done the previous day.

asked not more, because at that point, Justin knew full well that you ask how much more would refuse to contestarle.Simple Brian pride and stubbornness.

formadísimo relationship with Peter was as alive and as much health as usual, without parallel relationship with Brian would have affected the least.

Only when assessing his paintings ..

And Brian returned to his life suddenly. Again, without permission, without interest for possible changes in it.

And once again, that he did not care. Accepted. No more.

- Get out of a damn time .- Brian's voice again echoing in the room. And his tone, Justin knows he's losing his little patience ..

smile, as that of Brian annoy him mad. Breathe deeply and absorb all the perfume that Brian left the room.

- I take hours here, because you have time to fix and everything. And it usually takes quite a bit.

- Fuck.

- Brian, I told you today I wake up.

- What you're giving me early morning ..

- Esque you deaf .. well, there will be more dyed blond in an advertisement for L ° oreal.

- you going to get out of bed right now.

- Lift me you .- Justin turns to turn face-up, staring at Brian, while the black sheet covers just enough, leaving the rest of the body exposed.

Brian looks up and down, it goes stealth and waiting, trying to hide the smile and an erection that threatens to hover.

- I just clothing.

- Well if you want me up .. I command you pick me up .. and for that you naked again.

Brian begins to undress infront of Justin.

few arms that tend toward others, as a solid bridge, unbreakable. Firm, despite the eternally fleeting that no relationship.

Justin finally gets up, sit on the bed. And Brian is resting, touching her lips, to capture the language of the blonde against hers. While kissing him, then, the urge to the surface, while still biting and devouring.

Justin grabs his neck, he strongly attracted towards you, to turn you at his side. Brian pulls out a condom from the table and Justin snatches it out of hand, he looked straight ahead as the two are lying sideways, facing each other.

Justin grabs his arms, he turns a little and insists that he turns his back to turn back to him.

- Damn, now what's that supposed to?

- Turn around.

- My ass blond guy.

- So ... I'm here ..

Brian stares at him with a frown and eyes wide open, with some slight. And Justin kisses so that only obey without knowing why.

Reluctantly, desire takes away the blood.

remains lying, slightly askew, feeling the hand of Justin walk her back. Very smooth, until you notice the absence of that touch, because Justin is placed the condom and again put his hand on Brian's body. This time in your hip, drawing him closer to if, while with the other hand introduces his cock into Brian.

When bottoms both emit a groan of satisfaction synchronized. The blond member grows within him, as if just wanted to be there for the rest of the day.

Inside, deep inside Brian. Knowing how much it all meant, knowing very few had managed to open that door.

hurts.

But Brian exhales a drunken cry of submission. Dropped. No protest, no more tries to resist. Just let it do, absent of internal grievances, enjoying the struggle of agony, eyes closed, his whole body shaking and Justin coming in, not wanting to ask for permission. Justin

not stop moving, making her more pleasurable ejaculation.
Take your tongue and passes through her lips were still closed, and puts the force between them up to lick your teeth and so entertaining for a while. Brian does not say anything, just let it do, while Justin to removing the other hand stroking the tip of his cock still hard and note as quivers, while pushing again and again trying to get used to that situation, trying not to hurt this narrowness.

- Tell me you .- whispers the blonde when he feels he can no more.
- Not a chance. While that phrase will have been perfect.
- Claro. And you never tell lies ..
- In addition, it would be a lie.




The taxi's on the fifth avenue. Nightfall in New York. Green and red, safety and danger, love and hate. Pull and break, roll and bend. Green and red. Yellow and pain. Last night a single hour of sleep. Only
an hour.

- I should have been. I have dream.
- In your opening? Lack of sleep perceptions are not always bloated, sometimes refined, giving a cutting edge.
- Does the lack of food, too?. I can hear the gut. What we have eaten in the last 24 hours?
- Tea and coñac.Coñac and tea, and tea and tea again.
- Cicuta sweetened.
- For the fifth, please. Great spirits and ghosts
move into the taxi.

- You gonna tell me now you've done, Bri?
- Hundreds of thousands of pasta piled up in your showroom! This could be the principle of our art gallery.
- Of what?!
-O could buy a horse and cart and pick up stuff .. chun chun .. An auction room. Although .. I always dreamed of opening a sauna .., own sauna man ..!
- Have you stoned? Damn, talk at once.
- Gentlemen, here we are.
- Sir? Give you the ass, sir driver. Do not give tips, blond guy.

Salen, pay and the taxi leaves.
- Small artist, could have brought me in the limousine.
- The businessman you.

Enter, climb the stairs up to the glass door, smell diffused light painting.

- Chrysanthemums .. are for you. Agggg ... ....
- Get them out of here, I pray, will bring the ash.
- sends you a fool? Have to be.

Peter.
And Brian throws the bouquet to the first window that is open.

- Brian!
- Well, come here, come .. Now get out there. Shit, shit .. eh super. Súpermierda to in a while.
- Súpermierda?
- is nice. I've always hated the mandatory amierdamiento that apparently protects artists.
- Oh ... you're like a fucking goat ... The room is

boat by boat. All have been. Little back, Peter chats with two types. Art critics. Spying
Justin quietly. Which does not stop petting Brian and drink all the cups that offer .. _________________

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Well, well .. I'm here. I was hoping to have something else written .. but fatigue is making the muse runs out. Asique
you hang it. Short .. but it's something to open mouth and remove some of the monkey. First
mine, that I had to republish something. No big deal, I think every time I get weaker .. Brian
But up to something .. hehehehe.
back soon, I promise.

- Peter Pan Congratulations, you've done it again .- Linds's voice sounds harmonious, joyful. But resigned. Finishes speaking and releases a sigh choppy.

- I have to hang up, Wendy. Well, what, you know me ..

- We miss you, Brian.

- I know. Take care and care of the little Gus.

- It's not so small.

- I know .. I know .. Bell also cares and your husband. The fearsome Captain Hook.

- Brian ..

- Yes, I know.

- When did you see? Could move a weekend in New York. Do you think stay and live there?. .. Because it would be like you. But .. I hope everything or nothing.

- .. You know that is impossible.

- I know .. I know ..

Brian hangs up. Smiles and signs the role of men slick gray suit brings to the table.

- Well, it's all Mr Kinney.

- Many thanks. Keep in touch.

- Nice watch, what design?.

- Brian smiles .- .- Well .. I hope to have made a good deal. Otherwise .. I will reply to your question.

back to the apartment. Michael missed three, four and a message from Ted Cinthya.

- you going to come back some day? Brian damn .. what is supposed to be doing?, You know the meeting, customers, campaigns .. we're losing in your absence? Definitely do not take responsibility after all, can you hear me?. Ah, I hope you choke on the coffee New York.

The room is a confusion trestle, rags, pads, spatulas, brushes, paint tubes, is terribly messy, furniture, what you see, it's dusty and worn green velvet.

smells of resin, varnish and glue, and there are pieces of cloth stained with paint on the floor, slips and tongs for fabrics.

- Sunshine .. what? .. We have stolen something? ..

- Hi Bri. I regret the mess, you should have called. I am finished for the exhibition.

- Well, next time I remember finding the feet before entering. Three hits means: I hope to take you to lunch.

- Can you find something to sit?. Sorry.

- should rest.

- If .- Take a drink of gin and tonic, Brian looked at him wide-eyed and incredulous face but do ..- Who says that your painting is valuable, and where you make your presentation?. That's the trouble.

- You've done many exhibitions. You do not have to prove anything to anyone.

Justin breathes through of his little nose and removed a spot of finger paint.

- You know, Bri, how artists live outside a small circle of New York?, Eh, you know ?. Well, the answer is that they do not!. Paint. What does it matter?. If they are lucky they get to hang a few in a seedy pub, hoping that someone might pass becomes infatuated with one of them. So it is not likely to want to pay more than five. Or they commission a mural or a watercolor. And that's all. They can then going to teach them to art dealers and fashion stores can be stacked in a corner as I do, one over the other until there are too many and then make a campfire, or if the fabric is a good start to paint over again.

- Damn, Justin. Needless to vivieses in a poky old town. You're in New York, are angry because your beloved Irish proved more .. a little prick with no talent, no taste, no common sense. Well, so what?. There are people, many people who buy pinturas.Y you are great. I I who say, imagine how hard for me to recognize something so fucking .- Brian smiles, approaches from behind and kisses her neck. However, Justin is not paying attention and can not stop talking, absent.

- The buyer of paintings is a special breed .- says vigorously and finished drinking a glass .-?.

- yet. And you should drink less, you're a fucking brat, remember.

- or two breeds. The buyer of paintings actually belongs to two distinct breeds. Completely separate, mind you. There is one class: is the junior chief demi-semi avant-garde ..

- I missed ..

- Adjusted , aware of art, buy glossy magazines. You know. He and his wife go to Spain ..

- "Ibiza?.

- No!. Buy a bluebird house, they hang on the wall and find it terribly funny. The other breed is .. all money and no taste whatsoever.

- Peter .. you Irish.

- buy paintings and buy stocks, noting the rising or falling. Tables fill your house that really only enjoyed by their monetary value and. What do you Bri?

- 'll try to guess how to shut up and take off your clothes .- Brian Justin watches closely, frowning and eyes wide open.

- Okay, I'll shut up. I do not understand.

- Typical. I understand that you care too much about what others think.

- Is not it happens to everyone?. You worry too much about what those fools of your clients think of your campaigns.

- not change the subject, brat.

- all part of the same subject. Stop calling me brat.

- I get bored, Sunshine! .- Brian undoes his shirt and dropped onto one of the chairs. He approaches the bar, pulls out a bottle of water and drink from it without taking his eyes off her blonde artist. She enjoys seeing

so, absent, confusing, contradictory, vulnerable, susceptible ..

is adorable, perfectly desirable.

Try not to pay attention to throb and bulge of his crotch and continues to speak before the fair returns to the fray with their cries.

"We should start a business together. Junk dealers. You with your strict honesty and I with my mischief. Would form an unbeatable team. An antique shop. O.. .. A business of art auctions!. Yours, the primeras.Yo know enough and I have experience in sales, advertising .. You know too much about painting and art.

"Definitely, Bri. Not going well head. So fuck that .. you have lost.

- No? I was saying, so I'm here .- Brian laughs .- I am talking about .. I'm serious. Justin

seen Brian's face. That face, that face you are not joking, having no reason to joke, they do not need tricks to get away with telling the truth. ..-

-God

Justin jumped up, stares at him, analyzing each feature of his face. Opens her eyes and raises his arms .- What! .. Brian !...¡ You did!, I've done, can not be! .. You've done!.

-Si .. what I have done ..?.

- You did! .. What have you done?.

"Hey .. you know .. you know how many hours we talking here .. .. .. without having sex?

-not you dare change the subject. "I follarte.Ya

. Now. now. Immediately.

- Brian ... tell me what you've done. "Then ..

here.and see repeated around: they give up the ass ..

- I both beat for you ..

- Superarte for me?.

"Just for you .. .. a hunch we will be in early January .. I'll leave some tickets in the mail .. or I'll take your office. Until then .. call me anytime. Best the other number ...

Brian feels down, touching land. Comes over and kisses him on the lips strong.

- I do not think you understood me .. Believe me if you like Justin, I'm here in New York with you. It's cold, cold polar. If you listen you will hear my teeth chattering

- When will you return?

- Never. Also .. why again?. To have to go back.

- What will you be plotting now?

- only just come here .. ..