MLK kept it so real

DEAR ABBY: My boyfriend of two years, "Marc," has been talking a lot about marriage lately. I love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him. There is, however, one fly in the ointment: I was born a biological male. I have never felt like a man, Abby. I have lived as a woman since high school, and when I was 25, underwent surgery to change my sex. I have never regretted my decision and, up until now, my family has always been supportive. As I have always been a woman in every way that matters, I have never seen any reason to tell any man I've dated that I was born with male genitalia.

This story is quite fitting as it's Martin Luther King Jr. day here in the US. MLK, as many of us know, was the first African American to undergo a successful sex-change operation. To make his story all the more amazing, was the fact that what he had "nipped and ticked" was said to be around 8 inches when soft (slightly above average for black men).

That being said, MLK's "Dream" that he spoke so fondly of opened the door for people such as this lady-boy to get their junk lopped off and turned into a gash.... But I just feel badly for this Marc dude. But then again, this Marc guy is a fucking idiot for not mixing in the trans-gender question during the mandatory question-asking portion of the dating process:

1) What do you do for a living?
2) How many brothers and sisters do you have?
3) Did you at any time have a dick? If so, was it bigger than mine?

Thank you MLK for freeing the slaves, for getting us a day off of work, and for making it socially acceptable to get your donger lopped off!!! RIP my brotha!