This is so very poignant and the indescribable pain. Such angst. It could have been written on Santa Monica Blvd. in LA. Fortunately, Paris, (may I call you Paris?) you discovered the deception in time and before contracting a social disease. I've known models and photo assistants who didn't discover, until it was too late, that a boy wasa girl, and a girl was a boy, at Barnie's Beanery.
i so agree with bluw-eyed blonde. i did not think you could get stupider by reading something but i guess you just proved that wrong. plz be kind and stop writing
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