Perhaps We Are Like the Stars.. Walking at the Bounderies of Life


Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.


[Femboy Nation]










I am not the sheep.
I am not the dog.
I am not the pig.
I am not even the farmer.
They all play their parts as expected, willingly and obediently.

Please, allow me to introduce myself; the cat.

A timeless diety.