im so tired of playing this game….
Me and my husband are Arab in America Our son had a huge black bully He told me if I rode his c*** he would leave my son alone The problem isn’t that I rode his huge c*** The problem is my husband saw how much I liked it Now I can’t wait to ride his c*** again
it feels like ill never get to be the man i dream of being because no matter what im still stuck in this miserable body. everyone around me gets to find the help they need and im stuck here staring at how disgustingly feminine my body is. ill never get to be my dads son, my mums precious boy im a f****** girl and im stuck being one forever in this f****** awful body because god couldnt just make me a boy. i have horrible thoughts and urges just to fix this pain or do something to distract myself but im too much of a p****.
