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...Or neutering...
or flaying...
I can feel a little bit like an animal leading up the actual cumming bit ... but after that I just wanna take a piss and eat a donut in bed. - fuck strangling some bitch
I know you are right, I’m acutely aware I have some issues and it would be delusion not to admit that. But I’ve learned to accept and even like the way all this negative emotion makes me feel hehe.
I was never abused, but I watched mum get beat as a kid… that might explain it. 🤷🏼♂️
A little harsh, don’t you think? I’ve never hurt a fly!
Get out there and hurt flies. Spit on dogs, piss on cats, and nudge the elderly into doorframes when you walk past them. By exercising your evil inclinations, you might find yourself being less pent-up after sex. Or do what I do: after sex/orgasm, I like to crack open a tin of cold rice pudding, and just scoff that. Sugar is a great balm for the chaos inside your mind.
You need to see a therapist about this before you break your mum's nose..
My expert advice. Stop being a pussy.
The sooner you admit to yourself you were damaged the better and faster you will resolve any of this stuff. I know I make a whole lot of jokes - that's just how i roll in life but seriously mate .. if your post isn't trolling and for the reals .. I can absolutely guarantee I know you better than you know yourself .. that shit comes from weird places. I watched my mum get beat up too ..then my stupid dad would come into me and my sister's room and tell us about how he was going to suicide .... such fun times for us as little kids .. you need to understand that all of that crap is just ruining your sex life, personal relationships - general friendships deep down. Cut the cord to it ... I had to do it myself , was carrying so much anger in life toward my dad and he's been dead for ten years !! he's in the fucking ground for fux sake . Holding onto all the pain while the perpetrator of it is in the mud ... holy shit man ... they are torturing you after their death!! FUCK THOSE CUNTS. I never hurt a fly either mate ... I got hauled through courts for custody of my daughter , lost a business, lost a house .. went bankrupt just to stay alive .. I've been at the bottom of the slush and had to start over ... not being a whiny cunt just making my point - give yourself space to find love when it naturally comes your way .. I think you probably shouldn't be seeking it for purely sexual reasons if you feel the way you do. Wait a bit and see what happens , hopefully you find a gal who can love you right.
She’s dead unfortunately so that would require some digging. I loved her, she tried her best and I recognize that now. I don’t hate her like you suggest.
I know I’m damaged. I’m very self aware for someone with these types of issues. I know I’ve disassociated, that I’m a fucking vile sadist, and that I clearly have associated sex with violence since an early age. My first porn searches were for ‘sleeping women’, this is something that’s always sort have been weighing on my soul. Anyone who also experiences what I do can probably read this and get the sense that I’m telling the truth about these feelings. I first fantasized about murder and rape at around 15 at summer camp, and I don’t feel bad for doing so ever since I was a kid. I hardly saw what was wrong with it until just recently. I realized that my life has become stagnant and it frustrates me. To cope with that frustration I wake up every morning and one of the first things I do is go on here to look at the worst humanity has to offer, and I feel better after. I’m burnt out, so I dwell on murderous fantasy quite a bit. I’m not going to set out to act out on any of it, and I type a lot of it here because it’s a sort of accountability. I was on a watchlist in high school, I can’t imagine how many more I've made since. I’m out of control, yet I’ve never felt more in control if that makes sense.
she must be a DEEEEP throater then!
