I hate religious people.... not the people, but the fact they are religious. I am not one of those people who are up in their face, I sit in the back of

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I hate religious people…. not the people, but the fact they are religious. I am not one of those people who are up in their face, I sit in the back of the room listening to all the conversations that happen around me…. and to be honest 3/4ths or the people that go to the church…. do not even really care. but the thing that hurts is me seeing people’s live being ruined by some deity that does not exist. I do not saw this about the catholic god, I am not being biased…. all forms of religion to me…. is useless. Well, before we go further, I was raised in a house where god was never mentioned. I did not even know there was this strange thing that people prayed to everyday, nor did I know what a church was until I was 10. and I only found out because of some family issues and I was sent to a catholic orphanage. I hated that place because they told me everything I lived for was a lie, all my principles are wrong, and I should follow “god” There religion was forced unto me, even though it did not work, I lived for 10 years with a father who no better than a dog without help… why did I need it now? and through that frustration of that horrid place forcing this “religion” on me and trying to tell me that im worthless and I am a sinner, and I must beg for forgiveness…. well pisses me off. So my guilt is…. being free of what holds everyone else back.

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I’m male, work a high power job, good salary. After work I dress as a female to relax.
Recently I discovered, having my testicle out side my pan+ties, under my dress, keeps me cooler. Just wanted to put this out there.

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When I was in college my roommate was raped and murdered in a stairwell. I left that school and later completed my degree on line. I lived with my mother.

I had a long time jib working for a cupcake store. One random day a man stopped for a birthday cupcake for his secretary. I asked him if men still had secretaries. He asked if I had an education. Since I had a degree I could be his secretary, the birthday girl was moving.

The company offices had fifty people, mostly male, engineers. The other females were all young, dressed well, fawned over the men. Hired for their looks. I was hired for my looks, 22 blonde.

The man, he wanted a secretary who was affectionate to him. Kiss on the cheek every morning. Wore dresses, a little cleavage. A slap across the a** type of man. He kissed me in his office, felt me up and told me he was coming to my house. I told him I lived with my mother.

He showed up and my mother told me to serve him. He told her he was there for me. He saw me at the cupcake store and decided to marry me.

My mother asked Jim questions, like interviewing him for me. He passed, professional, manager, good job, but how did she know if he could father children. I got married anyways , fingers crossed.

Five years without children. Five years of keeping myself away from him. Five years of this and that girl. He turned 33, I either got pregnant or he would leave me.

Coercion. Blackmail. Forced to comply. It was as awful as I imagined. You only give up your virgin status once. It was awful. What can I say. He repeated it to make sure I got pregnant.

You see, my college roommate was my lover. When I lost her everything ended for me. I married him to please my mother. It’s awful, what can I say. I’m cheating on her memory. This child in me, if I have a girl I will name her after Cristina.