LetterAgain to TheWombed-Ones for Whom I Have Sacrificed My Life and Wellbeing

My birth, accidental eruption, gave me a male's curse, for which I repent, Ladies. I will do whatever I can to keep you from fearing me, but given that in yes all cases I merely strive for a friendliness in which no ungrown intimacy will occur, and still You fear me, get me arrested, I have in myself a mortal fear of how You regard me.

I suffer in this sentiment: the pain in just every case my presentation to You receives Thy registry of a stalking when its opposite semantics toward You are intended, which makes me hide oftentimes, and the-more when I do express this apprehension about being misunderstood, I note alienation, a seeming reponse that such an eccentric comment deserves 'psychiatry' more than friendship.

So let me try to smile when I see You, and to deem your frowns at my being behaviorally 'off-rail' as my cue to shut-up, get back into the line of men who need humiliations, and jail me if that tickles the sense of Justice in You, which Justice, Woman's Justice, needs to keep me far back, enthralled at Your Presence and my Absence from a meaning I desire in these Hard Times, when I sleep roughly and without pillow or bed of my own. 

Thank You, Wombed-Ones I have been learning Thy Lessons with deep edification. The blood from these Wounds re You will, of course, dry, will clot eventually.