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My friend, I want to begin by acknowledging the deep complexities and struggles that come with being born intersex or experiencing gender confusion. I understand that this is a deeply personal and often painful topic for many, and my heart truly goes out to those who suffer from such confusion. I want you to know, with all sincerity, that Yahweh loves you deeply, and no matter the challenges you face, He is there with you. It’s important to remember that Yahuah’s original design for creation was for male and female to come together in unity, reflecting His image as He said in Genesis 1:27, "So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them." In this, we see His intention: a design of beauty, purpose, and order, where both male and female have distinct yet complementary roles in His creation. When it comes to those who are born intersex, Yahuah sees you, and He understands the confusion and pain you may feel. The reality of a fallen

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A Brand New Goth Girl [This is the 21st overall chapter.] [11] The absolutely surreal nature of sitting in a bustling cafeteria where practically everyone was a girl was hard to get beyond. A busboy and a cook were the only guys anywhere. Would they technically be considered university employees or contractors through the food service? Perhaps they slipped through the cracks. I had the ability to patch those cracks, but I instead pushed the flashlight as deep into my tiny pocket as it would go. I was liable to mess something up. Again. The food tasted about the same as usual. No altered taste buds to improve or remix my flavor perception, although chocolate never got a complaint from me. Amongst the passing faces, that my roommates and Lily recognized and scrutinized, were seas of anonymous new people to speculate upon. Many of them, I had a vague inkling about. They seemed like girls who could’ve been siblings of guys I may have seen walking around campus. Nothing sharply