a safe, pat, convincing plan to NOT worry

 It seems to be a safe, pat, convincing plan to NOT worry about how InNeedOfFix I am, for I am and have always been odd-man-out, with the bitter life lesson that while this oddness has its fundamental comforts, silly it is to go about looking for One to appreciate, to OK, my strange Being without plaint. Here, in this cell, dependent on no outgoing society, what I am 'growing,' incubating by my own standards become exceedingly worthwhile, NOT in need initially to have some fondling (always unreal in motive) to rave about TheWondersOfMe, when in fact these are developing. I know well that 'outside' fans will have been rarest, and at any rate not responsive to Helloing messaging as an introductory habit.

Now and Then

Hello may be reciprocated, but that habit will in substance be tactical, a better way, 'midst all these menacers who when the signal is prime give me a good killing for being a sissy. Moreover in this vein, while obviously I prefer cisWomen, the 'rite' the 'dance' between usual males and usual females presents a briarpatch of difficulty for myself, whose sole satisfaction would be to be GurlFriend to Girl. . . a morality ensconced in me by so many floggings of jilt that i cannot count them, but EVERY SINGLE HELLO TOWARD BEFRIENDING WOMAN KIND has in piercing ways ever always gotten me 'crucified.'

Hello just happens: I best never do very much to beckon GurlFriend status, it will come, and

certainly beyond all doubting

Hello goes emphatically GoodBye.