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Last sunday, exactly one week from today, my bitch mother called the cops on me around 11:30am, and kicked me out of the house. She didn't gave me any warnings, she just kicked me out, cause she couldn't handle to be under the same house as me, because she hates me cause i'm transsexual, cause i'm different, cause i'm not normal, cause i'm a freak show. As I was walking downstairs on my way out the door, being escorted out by the fucking cops, i looked at my mother, and said, i hope u die one day and burn in hell u fucking bitch! I had no money on me at the time, i was broke, i didn't have a place to stay, i called my father, he picked me up and bought me some food to eat, cause i didn't had anything. But he didn't allowed me to stay at his place, cause he lives with his father, which is my grandpa, and he is too ashamed to allow me to live with me, cause my grandfather hasn't seen me in 10 years, and he has no idea i am a transsexual.
To make the long fucking story short, my father gave me some money & so did my good friend Lola, which both of u guys are very kind and sweet. My friend Cheryl allowed me to stay with her at her house that night. The next day, my mother packed up all my stuff in my bedroom, and left them outside infront of the house. I swore at her again and said stuff like "I wish u were never my mother, i fucking hate u" "u make me sick, i can't wait till u die, and when u do i will give u black roses with a knife stabbed on ur fucking grave u fucking bitch. She ignored me and noticed she was crying after inside the house. I must have really hurted her feelings. I swear i will never speak to her AGAIN! Everybody ignores me, nobody talks to me, cause i'm transsexual. So living there was very stressfull u know. Ummmm, what can i say, my father finally decided he'd let me stay at his place, and he said he didn't care what my grandfather would say about me looking like a chick or what the fucking nebiours would say.
He said ur still my kid, and i still love u, and who gives a fuck what anybody says about u. At least i have one parent that cares, unlike my bitch of a cunt mother. She has always hated me u know, from a really young age, it's sad but true. We never gotten along. Anyways the best part about living at my dad's house at "victoria park & van horne" area, is that he says i don't gotta pay rent, so basically i'd be saving $400 a month living here. He says all i gotta pay is for my cell phone bill, and internet, and that's it. Pretty cool. But no, i don't wanna live here all my life, this is just a tempoary place to stay till i save up enough money working online stripping & escorting. And once i make enough saved up, i'll be moving to downtown in the gay village, where i feel more confortable and safe, and be more myself and not worry getting harassed or mistreated by homophobic people around u know. So that's pretty much it as of for now, being a tranny is not easy at all.
Ur own family will treat u like shit and ignore u just for being different from them. But hey, the older u get, u realize the world don't give a fuck about anybody, and life don't get any easier either. I should be greatfull my father accepts me for who i am. He did tell me however, he's like, ur like from another world, ur different, u don't see that many guys with makeup & boobs. BUt ur still my kid and i still love and care for u, unlike ur mother & the rest of ur family. It was so stressfull living at my mothers place u know. The only part i don't like living with my father is that there are rules,, i can't bring any friends or anybody over. Which is fair, cause it's better staying here with him then living on the steets and being homeless u know. Anyways, i will be doing outcalls only for $250/ 1hr or $200 half hr. Gimmie a call at (647) 404-6001 cell
B@rbie Swallows
To make the long fucking story short, my father gave me some money & so did my good friend Lola, which both of u guys are very kind and sweet. My friend Cheryl allowed me to stay with her at her house that night. The next day, my mother packed up all my stuff in my bedroom, and left them outside infront of the house. I swore at her again and said stuff like "I wish u were never my mother, i fucking hate u" "u make me sick, i can't wait till u die, and when u do i will give u black roses with a knife stabbed on ur fucking grave u fucking bitch. She ignored me and noticed she was crying after inside the house. I must have really hurted her feelings. I swear i will never speak to her AGAIN! Everybody ignores me, nobody talks to me, cause i'm transsexual. So living there was very stressfull u know. Ummmm, what can i say, my father finally decided he'd let me stay at his place, and he said he didn't care what my grandfather would say about me looking like a chick or what the fucking nebiours would say.
He said ur still my kid, and i still love u, and who gives a fuck what anybody says about u. At least i have one parent that cares, unlike my bitch of a cunt mother. She has always hated me u know, from a really young age, it's sad but true. We never gotten along. Anyways the best part about living at my dad's house at "victoria park & van horne" area, is that he says i don't gotta pay rent, so basically i'd be saving $400 a month living here. He says all i gotta pay is for my cell phone bill, and internet, and that's it. Pretty cool. But no, i don't wanna live here all my life, this is just a tempoary place to stay till i save up enough money working online stripping & escorting. And once i make enough saved up, i'll be moving to downtown in the gay village, where i feel more confortable and safe, and be more myself and not worry getting harassed or mistreated by homophobic people around u know. So that's pretty much it as of for now, being a tranny is not easy at all.
Ur own family will treat u like shit and ignore u just for being different from them. But hey, the older u get, u realize the world don't give a fuck about anybody, and life don't get any easier either. I should be greatfull my father accepts me for who i am. He did tell me however, he's like, ur like from another world, ur different, u don't see that many guys with makeup & boobs. BUt ur still my kid and i still love and care for u, unlike ur mother & the rest of ur family. It was so stressfull living at my mothers place u know. The only part i don't like living with my father is that there are rules,, i can't bring any friends or anybody over. Which is fair, cause it's better staying here with him then living on the steets and being homeless u know. Anyways, i will be doing outcalls only for $250/ 1hr or $200 half hr. Gimmie a call at (647) 404-6001 cell
B@rbie Swallows
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