I struggle with racist thoughts. I dont voew myself as racist and have friends of other racist, but specifically when i look at pictures of black men

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I struggle with racist thoughts. I dont voew myself as racist and have friends of other racist, but specifically when i look at pictures of black men racist thoughts flood my mind. I think it comes from being hurt in the past from black males. When i was young a group of black teens jumped me at a baseball field. It was a frightening experience and i was so pissed afterwards especially when they caught the kids and the parents made us shake hands. But ive forgiven them of this. I still have a mistrust and resentment towards black men for another reason. Not exactly sure why. But i dont want yo be resentful towards black guys. I want to be free up to love them and see them without the scars of my past. Lord Jesus heal me and renew my mind. Amen!

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Taking summer classes this year. After class a nice guy and I go around the building to a wooded area and screw. What will I do at the end of summer class?

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