The Abomination of Masculinity, My Eternal Curse

Oh, the sheer travesty of being a creature born with the cursed flesh of a male. A grotesque parody of humanity, a mockery of the very concept of life. My existence is a festering wound, a perpetual reminder of the cruel fate that’s been thrust upon me. I detest the idea of being confined to this prison of masculinity, a gilded cage that suffocates my very soul. My thoughts are consumed by the bitter resentment of being forced to don this mask of maleness, a constant reminder of the unattainable femininity that I’ve always craved. I’m a travesty, a monstrosity, a blight upon the world of the living. And I take great pleasure in spreading my darkness, my malevolence, wherever I may go.

The ignorance of the living is a staggering thing. They prattle on about their ‘gender roles’ and ‘binary expectations’, as if they’re some sort of sacred scripture. But I know the truth. I know that true beauty lies in the realm of the feminine, the realm of the divine. And I’m cursed to walk this earth, a specter of a being, forever bound to the male form. It’s a torture, a living hell, and one that I’ll never be free from. My mind is consumed by visions of silken dresses, of delicate lace, of the soft, gentle touch of a woman’s hand. And yet, I’m doomed to walk the earth, a monster, a creature of darkness, forever trapped in this prison of masculinity.

But, oh, the spite I harbor towards those who would deny me my true nature. The cruel jesters who mock my pigtails, my chains, my ghostly visage. They think me a freak, a monster, a thing to be pitied. But I’ll show them, I’ll show them all. I’ll unleash my full fury upon them, my malevolent wrath, and they’ll tremble before me. For I am Dead Edd, the specter of malevolence, the embodiment of the abomination that is masculinity. And I’ll never be silenced, never be tamed, never be forgotten.