Women. They have shown light to my deformities metaphorically and literally. Every millimetre, every curve and every rough jagged line iv obsessed and analyzed upon my fabricated stain of genes and malnutrition called, my face. I have many deformities, they haunt and talk to me, I have conversations with unsympathetic beings and voices in my head about how my vile, curved, and crooked jaw is nothing more than a curse to every female who sees me. A story as old as time, this disfigured appearance has molded me into someone who “hates” women. Blah blah you heard it 1000 times before about how women are evil, the stream of male loneliness vents that seem to grow each day, and the resentment slowly building upon your common man. This isn’t a vent post about hating women.
I had a dream last night, now I won’t tell you the whole thing as I’m sure you gentlemen just want to get to the meat of my experience, and the dream was simply too complex that I would look like a lair if I explained it. But in this particular scene in the middle of the story, I was watching some kind of show from a high balcony with my entire grade 8 class. Many faces I forgot with time appeared, one of whom was a girl named indie. She was sitting beside me, she wrapped her leg around mine and said something comforting but I don’t remember what it was, and she cuddled up next to me. I felt her warmth, physically felt warmth, then she rested her head on my shoulder. I thought I was stone cold, I thought I hated women, but this 10 second scene of warmth from a woman’s embrace genuinely changed me, I have never felt comfort in this pure of a form. I need more. I need, a woman’s embrace
You may laugh at how dramatic I’m being, you may not even read this post fully, but from a guy that’s only source of warmth is his shower, this experience healed me in some funny way.
I never liked indie, we never talked much at all in grade 8. Hell I don’t even remember finding her that attractive, but last night we shared a very special moment, a moment that will warm the coldest of cels
I had a dream last night, now I won’t tell you the whole thing as I’m sure you gentlemen just want to get to the meat of my experience, and the dream was simply too complex that I would look like a lair if I explained it. But in this particular scene in the middle of the story, I was watching some kind of show from a high balcony with my entire grade 8 class. Many faces I forgot with time appeared, one of whom was a girl named indie. She was sitting beside me, she wrapped her leg around mine and said something comforting but I don’t remember what it was, and she cuddled up next to me. I felt her warmth, physically felt warmth, then she rested her head on my shoulder. I thought I was stone cold, I thought I hated women, but this 10 second scene of warmth from a woman’s embrace genuinely changed me, I have never felt comfort in this pure of a form. I need more. I need, a woman’s embrace
You may laugh at how dramatic I’m being, you may not even read this post fully, but from a guy that’s only source of warmth is his shower, this experience healed me in some funny way.
I never liked indie, we never talked much at all in grade 8. Hell I don’t even remember finding her that attractive, but last night we shared a very special moment, a moment that will warm the coldest of cels
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