I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally malleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not cross the boundaries into the very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys being boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay. I had a male appreciation and I liked being appreciated.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships which was inconceivable to me oreviously, and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected, interconnected with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction and that much of this life is still kill or be killed, it just happens to be planned on paper and thinktanks.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally malleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not cross the boundaries into the very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys being boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay. I had a male appreciation and I liked being appreciated.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected, interconnected with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction and that much of this life is still kill or be killed, it just happens to be planned on paper and thinktanks.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally malleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not cross the boundaries into the very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys being boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay. I had a male appreciation and I liked being appreciated.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected, interconnected with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction and that much of this life is still kill or be killed, it just happens to be planned on paper and macbooks.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally malleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not cross the boundaries into the very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay. I had a male appreciation and I liked being appreciated.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected, interconnected with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction and that much of this life is still kill or be killed, it just happens to be planned on paper and macbooks.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally malleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not cross the boundaries into the very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay. I had a male appreciation and I liked being appreciated.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected, interconnected with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction and that much of this life is still kill or be killed.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally malleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not cross the boundaries into the very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay. I had a male appreciation and I liked being appreciated.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected, interconnected with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction and that much of this life is kill or be killed.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally malleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay. I had a male appreciation and I liked being appreciated.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected, interconnected with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction and that much of this life is kill or be killed.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally malleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay. I had a male appreciation and I liked being appreciated.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected, with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction and that much of this life is kill or be killed.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally malleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected, with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction and that much of this life is kill or be killed.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected, with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction and that much of this life is kill or be killed.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected, with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction and that much of this story is kill or be killed.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected, with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they were validating and exploiting what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they are validating what emerged from sexual abuse; every facet of socialization, every pat on the back interconnected with that. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them, they are validating what emerged from sexual abuse. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population reduction.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline. I am wholely convinced that this is calculated form of population control.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything at all. If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance. I think the dichotomy is essentially an improvised trap so that those who funnel into the culture never crawl out.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything though If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything though If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in what might aswell be a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything though If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a disturbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because. Nobody cares who gets caught up in this shit in what is a quiet genocide and with "queer culture" it is a much more lubricated pipeline.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything though If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

As some years have gone by, the distance has only ever grown between myself and whatever I had that passed for friends and peers, everything between then and now has opened my eyes to a distyrbing paradigm.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything though If I got hooked on drugs, this ability to pairbond with women would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. It might be possible to be attracted to male hormones but I don't think I ever felt anything. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same, none of it is the same - on a chemical level it's just different. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. I didn't have a father to protect me from a lot of this shit and a lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. A lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag. Just because.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. A lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, with a smile and my dignity in a paperbag.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. A lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder, a smile, and my dignity in a paperbag.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. A lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them. The people pushing this almost got away with murder and my dignity.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet some decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. A lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet dome decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. A lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet. This is why I am completely without compassion towards the majority of them.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet dome decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. A lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the posterized highlight reel of some of the worst people on this planet.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet dome decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. A lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to virtue signal for the poster image of some of the worst people on this planet.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet dome decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. A lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking good reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to make to virtue signal for the poster image of some of the worst people on this planet.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet dome decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. A lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out sugarcoated suicide for brownie points.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to make to virtue signal for the poster image of some of the worst people on this planet.

I think a lot of it is black and white reasoning towards something that has always been culturally maleable. You take a people like the ancient Greeks, among whom had male lovers yet still had families, or people who were in the closet dome decades ago yet still had 5 kids - or supposedly straight men who would hit on me out of curiousity or appreciation of my looks.

Many hazing rituals across the world are largely borderline gay, if not very gay, yet it is compartmentalized as merely "boys will be boys".

Is there a genetic component? I've heard the argument made, but there are straight people with those same genes. I hear the animal argument too, to which I counter, many of them go on to mate. These examples have no suggested permanance.

Now with me, the whole thing is this: In short, was just able to turn it off.

When I was younger I was molested, I became weird and eccentric and got called "faggot" enough times to push me into the company of actual faggots and into the locus of groomer teachers, who also did shit to me. A lot of people tried to convince me of how concrete these things were so I mostly accepted it. Times progressed and people treated me better as a sort of bloomed into femboy. This was of course reinforced by pretty much everyone around me and I embraced being gay.

When I reached my 20's I began exploring and going places. I suppose I felt the machinations of a realization that the people around me were really dishonest about what a lot of this is, convincing you that this is good and normal and that homosexual relationships are equivocal to heterosexual relationships. Going to clubs and knowing shitty, messed up people showed me a lot of what I needed to know.

Let me tell you, every single man at any one club had fucked everyone in that club and the next, they were all on drugs. They all had serious damage. Genuine relationships are not possible and fostering my alcoholism I began to withdraw.

I didn't think much about anything in the time that I holed myself up in my apartment, but when I was seperated from the social affirmations I came to recognize that I was fucking empty, and then followed the realization, in waves, that I was driven by dopamine bumps and that my whole personality was defined by the affirmations and well wishes of others and that I lost several years of my life basically masturbating just with other people with a few extra steps (by Roman standards I am still very much a man - I was one of THOSE femboys); and that no one actually valued me. Everyone in your life is just placating your long, drawn out suicide.

There came a point when something clicked into place and it was that I would never feel fulfilled. All of our ideas of what that means stems from a biological reality, there is a really fucking reason for it I promise you.

I never really felt a desire to go back to that and began to pursue heterosexual relationships and I felt actual pairbonding. It isn't the same. If I got hooked on drugs, this would have been taken away from me too.

Society basically tried to fucking kill me off to make to virtue signal for the poster image of some of the worst people on this planet.