This might be a repeat, but I need to repeat it to keep the numbers right while copying from my other blog - so (not very) sorry!
I'm not a bad person. I have my quirks and insecurities like anyone else, but, on the whole, I'm a good woman to have as a partner. My good qualities far outweigh my bad qualities and (as I think I've mentioned) if I give you my heart it's yours until death or until you break it. I don't ask for much in return - just a bit of love. I don't understand why that's too much to ask. Why is there someone for everyone except me?
Trying to find love while being a transwoman. Mission impossible! You think I'm wallowing in self-pity here? Wrong! I'm bloody angry! I'm f*@king raging!!! I'm Scottish and proud of it, but Scottish men, with their total lack of understanding, empathy or sympathy, sometimes make me sick. If I want a shag I have to go to England because there is no Scotsman with the balls to take me on. I don't want to go back to England, I lived there for 16 years and spent 16 of those years trying to get back Home. It seems Home has no place for me for me though, unless I'm willing to settle for a drunken quickie. Well, I'm not willing! I deserve to be loved!
