I don't get it. I have nothing to complain about in my life, nothing more than anyone else. Yet I'm so damn butt hurt about being sexually mutilated. Why do I experience suicidal ideations over something so trivial? Many men don't even realize (or admit) there's a problem.
Foregens lack of progress kills me. Maybe I just crave sex too much? I masturbate as often as I have sex, and frequently find myself yearning for a medication that did so much harm to me yet made sexual incredible for me.
I just read about Jonathan Conte, and a big part of me was jealous. He was an intactivist with tremendous impact, and now he's free from this life. Why is sex such a huge part of my life?
I see the foreskin I was supposed to have in both my sons. They have such long foreskins! I wasn't loosely cut, that evil doctor cut a ton of skin from me and I'm just fortunate (?!) to have as much left as I do.
Years of tugging has been nearly fruitless for me. I've always been unstable and angry. I don't trust any of the therapists I've seen to open up to them about the true nature of my pain, as they don't even handle my trivial issues in a way that I would consider appropiate, and the one I could have really opened up to is no longer accessible to me (we both moved, and opposite directions at that).
I'm not going to hurt myself, but it's infuriating to combat the desire. Why can't I just be normal? Why can't I move on like so many other sexual trauma victims? Wtf is wrong with me?
Foregens lack of progress kills me. Maybe I just crave sex too much? I masturbate as often as I have sex, and frequently find myself yearning for a medication that did so much harm to me yet made sexual incredible for me.
I just read about Jonathan Conte, and a big part of me was jealous. He was an intactivist with tremendous impact, and now he's free from this life. Why is sex such a huge part of my life?
I see the foreskin I was supposed to have in both my sons. They have such long foreskins! I wasn't loosely cut, that evil doctor cut a ton of skin from me and I'm just fortunate (?!) to have as much left as I do.
Years of tugging has been nearly fruitless for me. I've always been unstable and angry. I don't trust any of the therapists I've seen to open up to them about the true nature of my pain, as they don't even handle my trivial issues in a way that I would consider appropiate, and the one I could have really opened up to is no longer accessible to me (we both moved, and opposite directions at that).
I'm not going to hurt myself, but it's infuriating to combat the desire. Why can't I just be normal? Why can't I move on like so many other sexual trauma victims? Wtf is wrong with me?
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