bigantennaemay1
Aspie social drifter without purpose or home
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- Nov 8, 2017
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what it feels like for a woman to touch me, for a woman to hold me, for her warm, soft body to be pressed against mine, in a willing embrace.
But I'll never know. I was born ugly. Worse still, I was born autistic! And so these foids don't see me as someone to get intimate with; they see me as someone to get intimate with their white knight's fists if I so much as look in their general direction!
For most of my life, I only wanted to know what it was like to feel wanted, to feel desired. To feel like I mattered to someone on this pathetic rock. Instead, I've been cast aside because my face is hard to look at. Because my autism throws my features into the uncanny valley. Instead of going out on a Friday night, or even staying in to huddle close to a "loving" girlfriend, I'm sitting here, cock in hand, jerking my meat, guzzling down beer, and making my mind escape its corporeal prison with edible-induced high. The only person to hug me is myself, and it's not very satisfying. And I'm not talking about the masturbation. I mean actually hugging myself. I've tried it; it doesn't work. It doesn't feel good. It just feels like... loneliness.
But I'll never know. I was born ugly. Worse still, I was born autistic! And so these foids don't see me as someone to get intimate with; they see me as someone to get intimate with their white knight's fists if I so much as look in their general direction!
For most of my life, I only wanted to know what it was like to feel wanted, to feel desired. To feel like I mattered to someone on this pathetic rock. Instead, I've been cast aside because my face is hard to look at. Because my autism throws my features into the uncanny valley. Instead of going out on a Friday night, or even staying in to huddle close to a "loving" girlfriend, I'm sitting here, cock in hand, jerking my meat, guzzling down beer, and making my mind escape its corporeal prison with edible-induced high. The only person to hug me is myself, and it's not very satisfying. And I'm not talking about the masturbation. I mean actually hugging myself. I've tried it; it doesn't work. It doesn't feel good. It just feels like... loneliness.