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IN THE ORIGINAL STORY, PINOCCHIO KILLED JIMINY CRICKET

I was raised by Amazons. The women in my life were hierarchy. I was trained that all men are scum but they pay the rent so we have to put up with them. You may keep the ones that tickle the ivory longer than the ones that can pay the rent but that is an individual choice. I was going to be unique. I'd be raised as a boy with a female alpha mentality.

The only boyish thing I did was have sex with other boys/men. Ooh, that sounds girlish too. I did no boy things.

If we are allowed to accuse and punish we should be able to examine what weirds/drives them out. Changing what men hate should be a self realization and a compromise. I wanted out of girly world. I have a dick and I am nothing like them. I am not a girl. I wanted to be a boy like Pinocchio. (Scariest story ever because it's depraved and life has no happy ending and the "real" book made me hate it because it was my truth but it gave me hope. I will not be a schmuck puppet.) They never realized there was a boy underneath until the neighbors told them so. "Why isn't your boy married?" I became a lie that thrived but disappointed when I revealed the truth.

The men that popped up occasionally were full of drink, exhaustion, perversion and hate. The men bestowed me wisdoms about "you know who" and tips on how to sneak in extracurricular sex but then they disappeared or died. The parties were masquerades except when the tired broke free and exposed an ugly truth. The fairytale lasts as long as it takes a kid to fall asleep. Flirting, cheating and fights aplenty. The boys kept playing at Prince Charming while the women took credit for it. Somebody got laid, crowned, a new home and family whilst the other, got her rent paid. The kids were either in on the plan or out.

My mother and sister cured me of lying by aggressively harassing me. I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. I told a lie and got beat up, I told the truth and got beat up. I decided to tell the truth so it could mean something.

My stepfather stopped talking after his heart attack. He can but won't. He is so afraid to misspeak or insinuate the wrong thing to offend female empowerment that he stopped talking to my mother and everyone in the family because he can't handle the stress. He is being raised by Amazons. The exact same ones as I. He is a dumb alpha ex-jock stuck in a girly world and it's his punishment for cheating with whores. (Yeah, but he paid the rent!)

Mary Richards is my favorite feminist. She didn't want to downgrade men, she wanted to join them. She liked men. Lou the alpha respected her and everybody else adored her. Female empowerment is not about being a "Queen." If you want to be a Queen move to England. All's fair in love and war. That doesn't sound equal to me. We must remember that when "he" declares it. 02-Apr-2021

Tags: Children, Fairytales, Family, Man vs Woman, Myself, Parenting, Responsibility, Social Media, Superiority, Training

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02-Apr-2021


 

I did get Blackula staked. I set him up with one of my horniest friends. The one that talks smack about having and getting the best skills. After the date. "How'd it go.""Nope, once was enough." I kept setting him up with slut after slut and they kept coming back with the same refrain. One couldn't go to the bathroom for weeks, some refused because it's rough on a nightshift and others didn't bother. Eventually, I either hooked him up with a good one or he found his own way to one. A legal one of course. 17-Nov-2020
The biggest dick I ever took claimed to be 18 1/2 inches. Chatroom talk lead to curiosity which lent me an address so I can knock on his door. I had no intention of getting fucked even though he announced that that was his preference. If it was true I wanted to see it, touch it and get off. Curiosity and boredom. He gave me a tour of a shrine he dedicated to his ex lover who held the record for severe hole damage and the most diaper changes. No man could handle him like his ex, not even a woman. Yippee for the dumb Colombian kid but I just wanted to see it so I could go home and jerk off to it or whatever. The size he described was impossible, I wanted to prove him wrong, pity him and maybe let him have at it with his regular sized dick. Even though I didn't measure it, It sure as hell looked like the dimensions he was so fond of describing. He whispered softly to me that if I let him in, he would be gentle and use a kit. The kit consisted of a lot of lube, straws with no holes and an ass stretching contraption made of plastic. I was going to be Lego fucked. I acquiesced as a kindly gay desperado but warned that any pinching and he'd have to pull out. He prepped me, began insertion and started to break-in when he hit the motherload and I panicked. Oh shit! He found a top's bottom glory. When you stop keegling and he goes in and hits the nono spot, he's going to fall in in love. Good for him but I thought our date would be about Frankstein and his monster not Blackula with his. It was an anatomy lesson I never forgot. How proud men are of a ginormous penis no one can take, except the sad little twink that ends up with a sloppy, drooping asshole and loss of sensation. I actually told him he should be straight. The thought of a little twink being wrecked for four years disabled me. The idea hurt me more than the actuality so I made him pull out, he nicely obliged and I left. I was still a slut with some dignity intact. It might not exactly have been 18 1/2" but it sure felt like it. Everywhere I went for six moths there he was. Looking at me intently and shredding me with his eyes. "You know I hit the spot, surrender to it you fucking cunt" he would beckon. Blackula lived to torture my ass. 16-Nov-2020

Tags: Gay, History, LGBTQ, Sex, Training

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17-Nov-2020


 

If you are offended by law enforcement and hate arrest, do not run, resist or have a conniption fit ... stop the committing of the crimes. (Don't go near it, smell it or drink it.)

The double Rs killed my nephew. That advice doesn't work for the parents or the children...it only helps quicken our obliteration. 12-May-2020

Tags: Community, It Does Not Compute, Support, Survival, Training, Tread Carefully

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12-May-2020


 

The void in your child's life is the one you implanted not the one you're filling him with. 20-Aug-2019

Tags: Ignorance, Mother, Parenting, Survival, Training

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20-Aug-2019