How do you know I exist? You only see images of me. You can only see a fragment, you never see if i disappear.
My wife knew i was a recovering s** addict when we dated, when we married, and knew that it stemmed from childhood maternal molestation many years ago. She knows i will not act out, that i love her too much to do that to her, and she knows to the degree any non s** addict can how exhausting the onslaught of compulsive intrusive s***** thoughts are. But she still rejects my sincere well motivated desire for surgical or chemical castration and i cannot understand why. We have a platonic relationship so it would be zero loss to either of us.
I wanna wrestle a strong, built woman. I’m like a fem male, not manly. So I would be naked, she dressed in a singlet. We tangle awhile, clearly she is overpowering and pins me. Oh that’s nice..
