Just wanted to pass along some frustration - about frustration in passing.
What follows is a song parody. It should be sung to the tune of "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival.
I see a bad moon a-risin'
I see me being read today
Image, in mirror is so frightenin'
Foam pads no help, so I say
"I won't go out tonight
For it's bound to risk my life,
My bare bum's, a bad moon on the rise."
For 12 months, I've had those hormones flowin'
I hoped my end'd be growin' soon
But I'm still thin hipped so I'm knowin'
Wearing a bikini would mean ruin
When winds blow tonight
And my skirt shoots up, the sight
Will be, a bad moon on the rise.
Hope your experience is different
When the transition you do try
Looks like I'm due for nasty comments
One look, they'll know I was a guy
I won't bend over tight
Or they'll see the sorry blight
Of my bad moon on the rise.
THE END
Thanks to Andrea DiMaggio for encouraging me to post this!
You know the drill - please comment or risk a nose tweak!
Thanks for reading! Hugz - **Sigh**