Errattic

Home About Us All Fuctasia_(NSFW) Games Gay+ Health/Food Movies Music Musings Photos_(NSFW) TV Wisps Preferences

Home Page > Current Page


Top Tags

Abuse
Action
All Rights
Art
Asian
Ass
Backlash
Big Balls
Big Cock
Black
Bullying
Business
Celebration
Celebrity
Choices
Cocksuck
Comedy
Community
Compilation
Daddy Squish
Dance
Drama
Entertainment
Environment
Exhibit
Family
Fantasy
Fear
Feet
Fuck
Funny
Gay
Gear
Giant Cock
Gif
Hairy
Hard
Hate
Health
History
Hole Puncher
Homophobia
Horror
Hostility
Hot Swatch
Hypocrisy
Interracial
Jock
Latin
Legs
LGBTQ
Lifestyle
Mass Appeal
Massle
Mat
Mental Health
Muscle
Music
New World Order
Opinion
Parenting
Piercings
Pillows
Political
Politics
Portrait
Pose
Privilege
Relationships
Religion
Representation
Respect
Romance
Sad
Safety
Science
Self Interest
Sex
Social Media
Sports
Squishy
Support
Sweet
Tats
Threat
Tits
Toned
Toxic
Travel
Treatment
Tribute
Undies
Unity
Video
Violence
Voyeur
Weird
Women
World
Youth


Login

Create Profile
Login


This site does not claim credit for images, videos, or music, except where noted.


©2020 Errattic.com

Restricted to Adults
This site does not claim credit for images, videos, or music, except where noted.


Welcome to Errattic! We encourage you to customize the type of information you see here by clicking the Preferences link on the top of this page.

 

 

I used to be the family go-to babysitter. You dare say its because my sister and I were the only colored ones and the kids were deathly afraid of her so I was the only choice? (Only the fear for my sis was real. I think.) I paid attention to them and weaved magical tales that released their imaginations. I showed them the place in my brain where they can go to find a choice and be safe. I shooed their nightmares away. I taught them to move forward to deepen the stories and find resolutions until they could run. It blew them away.

As adults they thanked me for being their only father figure. I was very touched and saddened. Everyone actually thought I'd be a great father one day. I did not. I worry too much. I know what really happens. I was a child, taking care of other children that needed to be entertained and protected. I lived the exact hardships so I handed them some survival tips.

I forget that I also co-parented a child. We (the gay daddies) applied everything social media deemed safe, respectful and representative of a new better world. I concocted favorite meals and experimental creations, picked up after it and endured its ills. We cheered and celebrated everything, we supplied, it demanded, its dads were bonkers but cool, its mother was nuts and married to Archie Bunker with scary reality boys but we kept the humor dry to help the teen laugh. My co-child and I shared music, games, TV and films. Its worries and thoughts I tried to comfort. It's teen brain no longer cracked but there were times I saw a glimmer of bonding in it. Then it grew up and become a Repnazi, realized my color and place and it all went to hell. It was A.I. beginnings with Damien: Omen II resolutions, right through the end. Awareness: most children do not want to be like their fucking parents and they will fuck you up.

Look at that, I had me some children. 25-Sep-2020

Tags: Irony, Myself, Parenting

Filed under: Wisps

25-Sep-2020


Share

Share on Twitter Share on Facebook Share on Google+ Share via Email