It's not the lack of being able to put my dick in a slimy birth giving hole burns me up inside. It's not the societal validation you get from having a hole near you that eats at me. It's the fact that a hole will NEVER be the promised fantasy salvation that saves you from yourself, saves you from the perpetual meaninglessness up until the end in the way ONLY a hole can, is what will be my suicide.
That fantasy promise IS A LIE, that I will never be able to deprogram.
That fantasy promise IS A LIE, that I will never be able to deprogram.
