The album has got some choice cuts, and the title song, hits.

I have it on repeat since I just found out about the album.

This song is everything I want to say all day everyday.

We.

It’s a song for the we about the we made by the we.

It’s the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. I’m crying as I write this. I can feel how much of her soul is in this song.

It’s a beautiful soul.

It’s.

A soul is androgynous.

A soul has a body.

A soul chooses the body they will inhabit.

Yes that means I look at transgender as a mental illness/disorder that requires narcissism in order for one to think one has the wrong body.

This something I have some experience with. I used to hang out with several transgender individuals.

Each one of them was dealing with other issues other than transgender that gave indicators of narcissism.

Each was different and there stories were different for why they made that choice, however each and every case was fully loaded with narcissistic intent. Meaning the would not listen to anyone about anything.

I get their emotionally retarded. Meaning their emotions have yet to mature even though they have.

I get there’s no talking to them about their physical body or they get upset because you use the correct medical terminology.

That they can’t face that they are what their gender truly is, is mental illness that needs psychological care.

I set myself up for this.

Last week I wrote a piece using born this way by Gaga. It’s still unpublished.

I don’t like talking about people who are ill and most won’t get the help they need.

Compassion only goes so far then it becomes enabling.

I don’t enable, I won’t do it. I refuse to enable anyone.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.