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Well my lovely and loyal fans, I've been banned on the Facebook again, and this is the offending pic. It went up on my Instagram and my business page with a poem - which is gone forever now, since the post was removed from both platforms - and also in LGBT community group.

A PRIVATE group. I left a long post about how to me, this pic is one of the best expressions of my non binary nature. A man locked in the body of a hot woman. Locked in the body of something that looks like what I want to fuck... And I've never been comfortable walking around looking like something men want to fuck.

Seriously the heterosexual man in me is so enraged and insulted by all the cocks being pointed at him.

But my hands and arms look male, while my body looks delicate and female. The chains represent the prison I lived in for most of my life that kept me from embracing my true nature. I thought I was gay, then I thought maybe I'm bi, I've now realised I'm pansexual and it matters far more to me how someone treats their body than what it looks like.

Even though I don't judge attractiveness based on someone's body, it's important to me for others to know I do not identify as female. Not completely. Over 2018 and 2019 I finally became comfortable displaying myself as female.

In 2017 I was so sick of being sexually assaulted - at home in my own bedroom with an abusive partner, at every job I've ever had, sometimes in public at bustops and at shopping centres - That I cut off my hair, stopped waxing plucking shaving whatever... And went out gender fluid.

It was fucking fantastic. It scared both men and women. No one could tell 'what' I was. I felt so free. However, I had used the mask of a pretty girl plenty of times in my life and losing it felt like deliberately giving up a powerful weapon.

As my hair started to grow back in and I got pretty again, I started taking more daring photos of myself. I considered cutting my hair again and hiding but something amazing happened.

My sacred masculine stood up and said - "That's a hot bod. A beautiful woman. Don't fuck it up. Show everyone how beautiful it is, and I'll protect you. Look like a woman, act like a man just like you always have."

The moment was empowering. Over the last two years I came to love the FLEXIBILITY of my body, that it could look male or female as I chose.

The masculine and feminine still fight. Mostly because when I'm stood over my a male who wants to touch me without my permission, I revert to the 'rabbit' reflex as most women do. I freeze. This is often taken as consent.

My masculine is slowly coaching me. I'm vigilant. He knows we are dominant, alpha types and that we have just been poorly trained.

For me, this pic sums all of that up.

Seriously, fuck facebook.

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Well my lovely and loyal fans, I've been banned on the Facebook again, and this is the offending pic. It went up on my Instagram and my business page with a poem - which is gone forever now, since the post was removed from both platforms - and also in LGBT community group.

A PRIVATE group. I left a long post about how to me, this pic is one of the best expressions of my non binary nature. A man locked in the body of a hot woman. Locked in the body of something that looks like what I want to fuck... And I've never been comfortable walking around looking like something men want to fuck.

Seriously the heterosexual man in me is so enraged and insulted by all the cocks being pointed at him.

But my hands and arms look male, while my body looks delicate and female. The chains represent the prison I lived in for most of my life that kept me from embracing my true nature. I thought I was gay, then I thought maybe I'm bi, I've now realised I'm pansexual and it matters far more to me how someone treats their body than what it looks like.

Even though I don't judge attractiveness based on someone's body, it's important to me for others to know I do not identify as female. Not completely. Over 2018 and 2019 I finally became comfortable displaying myself as female.

In 2017 I was so sick of being sexually assaulted - at home in my own bedroom with an abusive partner, at every job I've ever had, sometimes in public at bustops and at shopping centres - That I cut off my hair, stopped waxing plucking shaving whatever... And went out gender fluid.

It was fucking fantastic. It scared both men and women. No one could tell 'what' I was. I felt so free. However, I had used the mask of a pretty girl plenty of times in my life and losing it felt like deliberately giving up a powerful weapon.

As my hair started to grow back in and I got pretty again, I started taking more daring photos of myself. I considered cutting my hair again and hiding but something amazing happened.

My sacred masculine stood up and said - "That's a hot bod. A beautiful woman. Don't fuck it up. Show everyone how beautiful it is, and I'll protect you. Look like a woman, act like a man just like you always have."

The moment was empowering. Over the last two years I came to love the FLEXIBILITY of my body, that it could look male or female as I chose.

The masculine and feminine still fight. Mostly because when I'm stood over my a male who wants to touch me without my permission, I revert to the 'rabbit' reflex as most women do. I freeze. This is often taken as consent.

My masculine is slowly coaching me. I'm vigilant. He knows we are dominant, alpha types and that we have just been poorly trained.

For me, this pic sums all of that up.

Seriously, fuck facebook.