The woman in me! [paulo césar ebbano moreira]

Today, I feel feminine. I did not want. I didn't want to. The rodeo in saying that I feel like a woman in the arms of heterosexual men, reminds me of childhood. When I was called a "fag" by boys my age and I was in love with popular boys at school. Or even when I didn't know who I was since I recognized myself excited by seeing the big, thick penis of the most top classmate who didn't know I wanted him. and hairy. The shame of hiding my desire to be a woman. The renunciation of believing that I was just another "gay" around. And now? am I gay and comfortable or do I accept the fate of loving a heterosexual man? The terror of being living alone and panic of dying alone. The desire to be touched and penetrated between my buttocks, the erect member and my greedy anus sipping with desire like a vagina that pulsates in multiple enjoyment. My penis? Respect for a plump, thick penis that has a large glans. The fate of my being leads in a well-shaved beard and w...