What If I Were Born a Male….

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 Wat if I hd been born as a male?

I feel I wud still keep things v simple n real.I wud nvr make any girl feel insecure just by bein around me.If anything, I wud want my presence to feel safe n respectful.I wud use my manhood in d right way...standing up fr d weak,helping those in need n treating evryone wid basic dignity.I wud nvr go around flirting randomly or sending copy-paste DMs pretending to b some love-struck soul to multiple girls!!! That kind of behaviour feels fake to me! N I wud nt hide my real self behind private accounts just to show somethin else in public.If I evr ended up duing things lyk dat,I think I wud nt feel right callin myself a man @ all...tbh!





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