I sexually identify as a pigeon. My pronouns are coo/coue. I have begun my transition with feather grafts and a cloaca shaping surgery. Yes - my butt and peepee will now be fused into one large all-purpose hole. I am also a hermaphrodite, meaning I will get egg laying capabilities when technology evolves far enough to allow that.

I have sold my apartment for $660,000 and purchased a wooded plot of land in a rural area. My family has been very supportive and they've built me a nest. My dad called all his 16 brothers to help put it together in record time.

For the past 6 days I've been scrolling Bumble trying to find a pigeonwoman but alas I can only see men, women, transmen, transwomen. I can't believe how regressive society is. If there's a brave pigeonwoman out there on Reddit please reach out to me. We can raise a family together as we fight for legal recognition on Twitter.

Congrats, bro!

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Nash was a man of unwavering preferences, and amidst a world filled with choices, his heart had made a singular selection—Bailey. At five feet of unshakable determination, Nash was short in stature but tall in love. Bailey, a tall and elegant figure with eyes that held galaxies of stories, had captured Nash's heart in a way no one else could.

Their love story was a testament to the power of an unbreakable connection. Nash would often find solace in the warmth of Bailey's smile, and Bailey cherished the gentleness in Nash's touch. They shared their dreams, fears, and secrets under the twinkling city lights, a world that seemed to exist solely for them. Nash's preference for one man didn't limit his world; instead, it expanded it into a universe where love was the only guiding star.

In the vast plains of Texas, there resided a small town called Lone Oak. Within Lone Oak, there lived a young man named Nash. Standing at a mere four feet tall, Nash was often referred to as a midget, a term he disliked but had learned to accept over time. Nash had a big heart, an infectious smile, and an unwavering love for video games, particularly Counter-Strike: Global Offensive (CS:GO).

Nash spent countless hours in his room, engrossed in the virtual battlegrounds of CS:GO. He would eagerly join matches, hoping to improve his skills and climb the ranks. However, no matter how hard he tried, Nash couldn't seem to catch a break. His reflexes were slow, and his aim was far from accurate. He found himself at the bottom of the scoreboard more often than not.

Despite his frustrations, Nash never let his lack of skill dampen his spirits. He loved the game too much to give up. Nash was always determined to have fun, even if it meant being the weakest link on his team.

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