I drink and talk profanely
'Necro' is right where Tommy is concerned.
The only thing Tommy's blowing these days is his sax.
To tom only if they are a girl that is less than 15 years old and willing or not. Does not matter to tom he will just wait until the girls is alone and raped her anyways.can a victim be a bandmate?
Uh, I have to disagree with the parents part. His dad died not too long ago and his mom is in a wheelchair because she broke her neck from falling.You will never be a woman.
Du wirst niemals eine Frau sein.
Non sarai mai una donna.
Vous ne serez jamais une femme.
Bы никoгдa нe cтaнeтe жeнщинoй.
Nigdy nie będziesz kobietą.
Nu vei fi niciodată femeie.
Cha bhith thu nad bhoireannach gu bràth.
Jy sal nooit 'n vrou wees nie.
Դուք երբեք կին չեք լինի:
Nikad nećeš biti žena.
Nunca serás mujer.
Hindi ka magiging isang babae.
Чи хэзээ ч эмэгтэй хүн бoлoхгүй.
당신은 결코 여자가 될 수 없습니다.
Nikdy z tebe nebude žena.
Sa ei saa kunagi naine.
Dir wäert ni eng Fra sinn.
Hикaд нeћeш бити жeнa.
Du kommer aldrig att bli kvinna.
Mai seràs dona.
Oe le a avea ma se fafine.
Δεν θα είσαι ποτέ γυναίκα.
Bạn sẽ không bao giờ là một người phụ nữ.
O ka se tsohe o le mosadi.
Je zult nooit een vrouw zijn.
Soha nem leszel nő.
आप कभी भी महिला नहीं होंगे।
Qatt ma tkun mara.
You will never be a woman
You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.