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Hair mousse gave me nightmares.

I used to put mousse on my hair every once in a while. I was hoping it would help my hair retain a proper shape, because curly hair is annoying as hell.

It didn’t work. It just didn’t work.

But in addition to that it also influenced my dreams.
Every time I would go to sleep with my hair hardened from the mousse, I would get the same dream/nightmare:
In it I would look in the mirror, and my hair would peel off the top of my head as if it was a wig or a mat of synthetic grass. Then I would cry about my hair. Then I would place it back on awkwardly hoping it doesn’t keep falling off. Then I would put a headset back on (I wear headphones and headsets a *lot*) and realize that they keep the “hair mat” on my head and make it look natural. Then I would interact with someone awkwardly because I’m scared taking off my headset would revel my weird hairless hair to them. Then I would wake up.

TBH I wouldn’t be surprised if something similar can happen if you use mousse too much.
Anyway, I’m stopping with it for good after having that nightmare again last night.

New Confession

When I was younger, about 16, I was insatiable and as a result of having my first anonymous hookup with another kid that was 16 (off omegle of all things) I sought to have more.
In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.

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