Like A Goat. HoL 13

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My name is Michael Adetumobi and deep inside, 
I don't feel male. Unlike Bruce Caitlyn, I don't feel female either. 
From a young age I've known what I really am on the inside. 
I'm going under the blade tomorrow to implant soft white wool around my body, a ruminant digestive system, a voice implant that would allow me to bleat, and yeah, larger eyes. 

By Joe Aito 

 Guest Writer


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