Are You Really A Boy?

“With your pretty face and bangin’ body, you’d be perfect if you had a really big, black d***, ” I’ve been secretly told by many guys in Honolulu Hawaii. The ideal sex object for a large number of men is a beautiful woman, who’s a woman in all but one sizable way. If you’re a guy and worry that you are abnormal for desiring the secret taboo, you’re not.

“What are you, a boy?” I was asked hundreds of timed over the years on the streets of downtown Honolulu. Guys didn’t just ask me if I was a boy bc I was walking the same streets as mahus. Naturally they thought i might be a boy. But the bigger truth was that many guys hoped I was a boy. They weren’t trying to offend me, but in New York being asked “are you a boy or a girl was an insult.” Learning not to be offended came gradually as I grew accustomed to the more permissive rules regarding the gender one chose to express in Hawaii.

Published by Harvard Grad elite meets Honolulu backstreets

The story, full of wit and wisdom: Harvard➡Homeless➡Heroin➡Happiness. Past degradation➡present edification.

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