I have more to say.

 I thrive in the dark. In the places where everything else is dead, so I shine. But do I really? No. I thrive in my own space, alone. But as essential as food and water, I need contact with other kin. I go out and talk to people, and they throw rocks at me. I run away, and think that’s enough to fuel my power. In my home under the train tracks I hear the trains go by, the buzz of the bugs, and then it stops. The train passes, the bugs get caught in the spider’s web, eaten. I make my art. 

Women are inferior to men. I found this out when I became a woman. This is what society thinks. I don’t want to be a woman anymore, so I become a something. Take a look at me, what am I? “Uh, really tall?” NO! I’m an ogre. I am shrek. “”Ah! Help,l! Run! Big stupid ugly FAGGOT!”” That’s what they say to me. Faggot is apparintly an insult to straight people too. You know me, I watch too much porn of women. So much so that I can’t see women an equally respectful way I see men. Maybe respectful isn’t the right word. I don’t have more respect for men, I hate most of them. Fucking annoying, and rude. Being loud and gross is fine, if it doesn’t involve being a fucking asshole. But being an asshole is encouraged in society. I’m never going outside. But If I don’t i don’t get my blood. I need to feed. It makes me strong. I hunger for therst. I therst for blood. The first time I sucked blood, I screamed. I don’t scream anymore. I make the most of it.

Join me in becoming my next meal.