A note to my FB friends…

I was just thinking...I read...a lot. Having read the stories that people tell about trans-people, I can imagine the ideas the people around me, IRL, have about me, especially the people in 12-step recovery.
In the last few years, being involved in the recovery community, I’ve been the target of two predatory men, both of whom 'got me’, and one of whom returned and raped me, a week after I told him to never come back.
I’ve had three women try to take me hostage, buying me something and/or taking me out to eat, then taking me to their home. I suspect that they were, to some degree, also buying into the "sexually agressive" story. They apparently thought that they had only to make themselves attractive to me, then I would make a move on them... No. Sorry ladies, I don’t have a sexually agressive bone in my body... never have...
In daily life, I can be assertive, and I hate nothing more than a bully, but "aggressive"? I can’t even imagine what that feels like...
Being born very odd, indeed, I’ve learned to navigate a cruel world, with so many crude, ingnorant, people that it’s really disappointing sometimes. Thing is, that’s mostly an act, a personna I developed in response to cruel outside influences.
Being sober and clean for a little over two years now, I’m seeking the real me, the me on the inside, the me that has been buried by all of the desperate strategies for survival.... the me that I put on like a disguise, every day, for half a century.
That facade is not me. I’ve torn huge chunks of it off. If I live long enough, I’ll scrape the last bits off my feet, and really be alive.
Thank you my friends. You know me way better than anyone in real life, that’s still living...
--weezi--💖🙏🏼💜🙏