“It’s all about me
It’s all about me
It can’t about thee
It’s too easy to see
It’a all about me”
It’s all about the fakakta parents and the destruction of their child in the name of making a name and getting some money out of it.
I’m curious how a boy or girl “feels” their sex. I knew I was a boy because I had a penis. It wasn’t that complicated. I didn’t feel like I was a boy. I was a boy.