This is my fault. I gave you some approval and you thought I was asking you to touch my private things. I should have known you'd take it that way since you "take it that way".
I love you. But not like that. But your mom and I are still proud of you, boy.
Yes, my brother. You shall maketh statements about my parents having lascivious sex acts with the neighbors then verily you shall be washed as white as the snow through the self-righteousness of your pretend prayers.
Hoooo boy. I've seen tooo many of your type on here. You are a beta, a cuck--or, to use a term from your world, a "bottom".
Molested by your father, you go looking for daddies to beat up on you. You are the boy who makes a little too much eye contact in the locker room. The man who buys the Mustang hatchback electric vehicle instead of the petrol 'Stang. The kid in the latex underpants dreaming of being choked by his leather daddy while he pees in his shorts. You love to LARP for Q--to pretend to be one of the big, butch mans who isn't scared anymore.
Yes, I hear your prayers for me: "oooh, let him love me, God. I just want his approval! I want to prove to him that I saw the libs turn off the internet. Let him believe me and be impressed by me, Lord! Amen."
You really are gay arent you? Well, each to his own. Happy belated pride to you. I hope that works out for you.
This is my fault. I gave you some approval and you thought I was asking you to touch my private things. I should have known you'd take it that way since you "take it that way".
I love you. But not like that. But your mom and I are still proud of you, boy.
I am sorry that someone inflicted this damage upon you when you were a child to cause you to act like this. I will pray for you.
Yes, my brother. You shall maketh statements about my parents having lascivious sex acts with the neighbors then verily you shall be washed as white as the snow through the self-righteousness of your pretend prayers.
Hoooo boy. I've seen tooo many of your type on here. You are a beta, a cuck--or, to use a term from your world, a "bottom".
Molested by your father, you go looking for daddies to beat up on you. You are the boy who makes a little too much eye contact in the locker room. The man who buys the Mustang hatchback electric vehicle instead of the petrol 'Stang. The kid in the latex underpants dreaming of being choked by his leather daddy while he pees in his shorts. You love to LARP for Q--to pretend to be one of the big, butch mans who isn't scared anymore.
Yes, I hear your prayers for me: "oooh, let him love me, God. I just want his approval! I want to prove to him that I saw the libs turn off the internet. Let him believe me and be impressed by me, Lord! Amen."
But all of your prayers are in vain.