ABSTRACT
It’s not easy to be a transsexual man, every single day hating a body that doesn’t belong to you, hating every period, hating those breasts stuck on your chest that you’re forced to see day after day, feeling them in the shower and binding them tight so that no one else can see them. And it means knowing how people make fun of you, treating you like a faggot, a lesbian, a tomboy, or calling you any other name just to offend, humiliate, and discriminate. Accepting your body and soul, accepting yourself just the way you are . . . maybe this is something strange, maybe it’s freakish.
