Well, it’s finally that time. After cutting up my cock at birth, barring me from have any private interactions with women growing up (even in elementary school when no one knew about sex), checking my internet history to make sure I wasn’t watching porn, tracking my phone to make sure I wasn’t hanging out with women, tracking my car because she knew I knew about the phone tracker, shaming me for my “lustful” attraction to women, and ranting endlessly about how “My generation cares about nothing but sex, sex, sex. There’s more to life than sex,” my mom would now like to know when I plan on getting married and giving her grandkids.
I guess after years of isolation and sexuality shaming growing up, I was supposed to become sexy, confident Don Juan in my 20s just out of the blue.
I told my mom I’ll consider looking into it if I ever get my foreskin back.
>You’ll still on about that. There’s more to life than sex or foreskin or whatever you’re worried about. What about raising a family?
Yeah, and how do you do that, mom? Oh, that’s right, sex. I guess it is all about sex. Almost like that’s the only reason life exists and continues.
Boomer evangelicals chop up their sons’ cocks, shame them sexually all through puberty, raise their sons to be cucks with inner shame and humiliation fetishes, and then throw up their hands in frustration when their son grows up to be a faggot who sucks dick at truck stops.
>Sorry dad, but my prostrate is the only G-Spot I have left.
Yeah, no thanks mom. I live comfortably. I don’t plan on risking my half my pay on some cheating whore in the hopes she gives me kids I can mutilate.
I guess after years of isolation and sexuality shaming growing up, I was supposed to become sexy, confident Don Juan in my 20s just out of the blue.
I told my mom I’ll consider looking into it if I ever get my foreskin back.
>You’ll still on about that. There’s more to life than sex or foreskin or whatever you’re worried about. What about raising a family?
Yeah, and how do you do that, mom? Oh, that’s right, sex. I guess it is all about sex. Almost like that’s the only reason life exists and continues.
Boomer evangelicals chop up their sons’ cocks, shame them sexually all through puberty, raise their sons to be cucks with inner shame and humiliation fetishes, and then throw up their hands in frustration when their son grows up to be a faggot who sucks dick at truck stops.
>Sorry dad, but my prostrate is the only G-Spot I have left.
Yeah, no thanks mom. I live comfortably. I don’t plan on risking my half my pay on some cheating whore in the hopes she gives me kids I can mutilate.
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