I don’t cross my legs
And I rarely wear lacies
I like to chug from the kegs
Don’t buy hats for the races
I’m not a lady
I’m just a person
With two medium sized breasts
Between my legs, a twat
If these two criteria’s
Change your perception
Get down on your knees
And beg for redemption
A woman is a woman
Simply for medical interference
A lady is a lady
To serve a societal presumption
Others never wear skirts
And won’t touch a dress
But they’ll put up your shelves
And build you a nice desk
Some females just don’t fit
In any stereotypical definition
But if you still wish to touch
You’ll need her permission.
– Little Ginge x
Gingers Appellations 