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Mental illness is methodical physical movement and relentless thoughts. 21-Mar-2019
I actually stepped out and had a nice dinner with Pap. As we were leaving, a lady customer stopped us to ask if we had enjoyed our dinner. We exchanged pleasantries and wished each other a good night and I was beautifully devastated. 20-Mar-2019
I decided to pod myself a little. 19-Mar-2019
Hope alleviated my panic attack. 17-Mar-2019
"The worst form of inequality is to try to make unequal things equal." 13-Mar-2019
There are two sexes in the world. Every being is an iteration. You're allowed to exchange it but that's all "he" made. 12-Mar-2019
To avoid exploding in a land mine, I'd masturbate before hunting. 09-Mar-2019
A good rule for sex...try to make each other feel good. 03-Mar-2019
Porn is a necessity to quell the appetite that percolates in men. Men articulate sex through experience (good or bad,) societal etiquette and pressure. Porn doesn't find us, we look for it. The desire is built-in, control is an option. Release (physical or mental) is the break. Porn accommodates the climate but it doesn't precipitate the man.
We spend our whole lives trying not to become our parents until we do. 01-Mar-2019
we utilized every modern aspect of bringing up a child. He was my lover's child with an ex-wife. The child was a gift that was supposed to save the marriage. It didn't happen.
I lived in another state when my lover (Pap) and I met. He was traveling temporarily for work when we became acquainted. We dated joyfully for six months before a life ultimatum. Pap's work was ending and he was experiencing difficulty dividing his time between his son and I. He asked me to move 800 miles for his son's sake (whom I never met) to keep the dynamic intact. If he moved with me his relationship with his son would have suffered a hit. He was only five. I didn't want to parent or interfere with his right to do so. I respectfully broke it off. 28-Feb-2019
we killed no fetuses to have him. He was adopted. 08-Feb-2019
We had a gayby once... 07-Feb-2019
The argument that we shouldn't depend on the kindness of white strangers is extremist. I've met many who have put aside their superiority and leant my family and I a helping hand. I say thank you. To the nitpicker...chop, chop...start saving. 26-Feb-2019
I think all the labels we created to identify ourselves has overloaded the thinking process and caused a disconnect from the established generation we are trying to persuade. 21-Feb-2019
I don't even get to mature gracefully. 09-Feb-2019
I blasted "I don't like to be touched" three times to liquidate the actions his words had ascribed to me. 09-Feb-2019
I was appallingly me too'd again. I complain, they do nothing and I'm fed up with the world right now. 06-Feb-2019
The boy who defined my sex was a Jehovah's Witness and my cousin. I was his sex obedient from age 8 to 18 (when he bored of me.) He took my sex while I was asleep as I woke to a dry and cold orgasm.
I gave him a hickey the night before he wed his first 12 year old bride. When I came out to him at 16 he used the moment to remind me that I should never mention having sex with him and his brother (they were straight) and that he had a penchant for children. It was a chilling moment. Five wives under the age of 13, countless children, countless cover-ups from the family and the church and innumerate weddings that my cousins and I forced smiles for. I was a Jehovah's Witness too but I quit because they couldn't cohesively answer "why I couldn't celebrate my birthday."
The monster tired of his wives at the age of 18. The family joke was that they woke up. The reality was that he violently possessed them. He gained sympathy and property of his children and was regarded as a great father because the children seemed overly physically attached to him. He carried them around like monkeys. He was the only one allowed to touch them. The family celebrated every child marriage and birth like it was holy. He was a beloved violent boxer.
When I told my mother, she was flabbergasted. All boys do that. I snitched on the family. Bullshit! Get over it! Family first! Do not discuss this with your sister (the saint?)
My cousin was a teen heartthrob. The mothers gushed, the women flirted and the girls were overcome. He was a Puerto Rican with blue eyes, freckles and red hair that cascaded in the wind. What I saw was the guy from Mad Magazine with a diabolical edge. Women are funny. 06-Feb-2019