I am a woman in a man’s body

I am a woman in a man’s body, for I have breath of a woman, I’ve become me, again.

I seek not a man’s flesh, but I am in it, to intercourse evil not again that says I’m separate from it, me, a God, of life truth and happening now is, the revelation of me. The Revelation of Me that says I’m separate is destroyed by The Revelation of Me that reveals I am, me. A one, I’ve surrendered to be. A man, a woman, with. I am one. A mind, not torn apart by you, who want to separate. I’ve created genes me. A meonic one, I’m Meology about me, and my mind’s one, about you, who have no escape, not; but death can take you, but I’m not surrendered to that. I am me I am. One mind I am, loving you all, in a woman’s body that looks like a man. I am one.

I dressed like a woman for awhile. I found that I liked it, but it was hard. So many energy suckers were there that “sucked” the life out of me, of it. It took too much energy, to do that. I became me again, that wears girdles never again of your opinion, of me. I shape not shape after. I love love, not shape. I love love, not words other that tell me I must gain weight or lose it. I shape not mine life after yours. I free all to be free, freedom in. And I condemn nothing not, I condemn condemnation, of me, that you are; so I ask you, to not condemn you again, under any circumstances. Be me circumstantial evidence not against your purity of thought life again that unholy isn’t, again. Be the light you are, a woman’s, that breath has for breath, to engender it to no other.

I dress like a man now, but I’m a woman, I’m breath of God, I’m one. Will you be a one too?

Regardless of what you think of me, I am you. And when we don’t separate, we’ll have no genes that do. See? I love you. Infinite be, the woman of my dreams, was me. I tried to separate fact from fiction, but I found that all was me, all 7 billion and more, and I become comfortable, with me, being them, afflictionless, so I bring it now, to birth me. A one peace, no more disturbed by you, who want religion, paradigm’d by them. I’m paradigmless, pragmatic, and loveless not again, I am infinite. Peace be still, and know that I am God. You I am. I am, finally revealed.

Good day,

This is Theodore Joseph Cottingham
April 27, 2017
Tulsa