I've given up on love, and I'm too diffident and low-T for escorts/sex in general.
I can still become human, however. I am intending to coax the state into paying for my surgeries — something I might very well succeed in — but if I fail I'd never like to wake up again. There are many things I'm working on, but without bimax, etc., they're all forfeit.
I've built up aesthetics as some means of ascension, and hope it will make life bearable.