AshamedVirgin34
Sexlessness survivor
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They mog me with their life experience, and that's the most painful of the multiple ways they mog me. They have experienced things that, for me, are literally dreams, almost my biggest dreams, they have experience things in relationships that made them learn and grow, that's why, to them, I'm not an adult, because I have the life experience of a 14yo kid compared to them, that's why no woman will see me as a man, but as a weak kid.
I've never kissed, I've never experienced anything romantic, I don't know how it feels like to know you're desired and validated by a woman who wants to voluntarily kiss me and have intimacy with me, I haven't experienced any form of sexual consent, I know next to nothing about sex positions, kissing, preliminars, and even if I somehow ascended, the lack of experience I would have would be completely pathetic and that would make my performance HORRIBLE to the poor girl who went to have sex with such an unexperienced beta loser, she would either judge me ruthlessly, laugh at me and tear down the little rest of self esteem that I could possibly have, or she would suffer an extremely evident disgust at sleeping with me while I try to fuck her pathetically with the almost null knowledge I could have about sex, and that would have a serious impact on my psyche.
My late virginity is my biggest shame, it's the part of myself I feel worse about, it's my biggest suicide fuel, even the thought of ascending scares me because I don't want to expose such a shameful part of myself to any woman ever, remembering I'm in this shameful position of sexlessness in life poisons my energy, dimensioning the length of the difference between the lives of sexhavers and my failed life is impossible to do, it's something impossible to measure, and trying to do it just drives me even more crazy.
That's why I'm obsessed with sexhavers, because they don't realize it but they mog me soooo fucking hard with their life experience that they unintentionally destroy any ambition and any motivation I could have within me, they remind me they are sooo faaaar ahead from me that, for me, ascension is a cliff impossible to climb, they remind me what's my place. They humiliate me so hard that they remind me that giving up is a smart decission.
That's why I consider the mere existence of sexhavers as an insult to my life, I consider their sex lives as a punch right on my wounds, and know I'm practically forced to search for ways to cope better with this traumatizing problem.
I listen to my pain writting this text. Sexhavers mog me in multiple ways, they mog me with their superiority in looks and popularity, for example, but the biggest way they mog me and humiliate me is with their life experiences that are just so wildly different than my sexless life experiences.
I've never kissed, I've never experienced anything romantic, I don't know how it feels like to know you're desired and validated by a woman who wants to voluntarily kiss me and have intimacy with me, I haven't experienced any form of sexual consent, I know next to nothing about sex positions, kissing, preliminars, and even if I somehow ascended, the lack of experience I would have would be completely pathetic and that would make my performance HORRIBLE to the poor girl who went to have sex with such an unexperienced beta loser, she would either judge me ruthlessly, laugh at me and tear down the little rest of self esteem that I could possibly have, or she would suffer an extremely evident disgust at sleeping with me while I try to fuck her pathetically with the almost null knowledge I could have about sex, and that would have a serious impact on my psyche.
My late virginity is my biggest shame, it's the part of myself I feel worse about, it's my biggest suicide fuel, even the thought of ascending scares me because I don't want to expose such a shameful part of myself to any woman ever, remembering I'm in this shameful position of sexlessness in life poisons my energy, dimensioning the length of the difference between the lives of sexhavers and my failed life is impossible to do, it's something impossible to measure, and trying to do it just drives me even more crazy.
That's why I'm obsessed with sexhavers, because they don't realize it but they mog me soooo fucking hard with their life experience that they unintentionally destroy any ambition and any motivation I could have within me, they remind me they are sooo faaaar ahead from me that, for me, ascension is a cliff impossible to climb, they remind me what's my place. They humiliate me so hard that they remind me that giving up is a smart decission.
That's why I consider the mere existence of sexhavers as an insult to my life, I consider their sex lives as a punch right on my wounds, and know I'm practically forced to search for ways to cope better with this traumatizing problem.
I listen to my pain writting this text. Sexhavers mog me in multiple ways, they mog me with their superiority in looks and popularity, for example, but the biggest way they mog me and humiliate me is with their life experiences that are just so wildly different than my sexless life experiences.
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