Fuck you, single life. You were fun for while. Then reality set in, the woman I loved is on the other side of the US with some guy I never met. Ugh, life can be so cruel...but I just try to believe that the future will turn around and give me something amazing thats just for me. But at the moment, fuck you, single life. I want to be with a woman that appreciates me. So I can show her my appreciation as well. And...I have to say a big fuck you to myself...for not being stronger.
Fuck you to this huge need and the vulnerability and rawness it puts me in. And fuck you to the Australian whatsitcalled board of censorship. Because of you shame about the female anatomy women are now having their vaginas mutilated to meet your picture perfect porn pussy. And I have yet one more thing to stress over. Thanks a lot you rat bastards. A big 'ol fat fuck you kindly with a rusty pipe to my ex husband you fucking wanker. Because you can't be grown up and adult like I have missed six years of my children growing up you useless fuck. And fuck you doubly if you think I'm going to miss her graduation because your hoe is going instead. I think that about covers it.
"do it better next time." there wasn't a first time. she wouldn't date me because i'm black. We were friends but thats as far as she would let it go. i live in the wrong part of the US.
The only kind of pussy you see in magazines and porn. I figured out last night that mine pretty much looks like that after watching a video of what women look like. A lot of young girls are having their vulvas surgically modified so that no inner lip protrudes from the outer. Because of this there is a lot of backlash from women who have protruding inners. It makes me feel awkward because I don't have that and that some women think its weird. It doesn't really matter. I won't stress on it incessantly but now when I'm naked I'm going to be wondering if it looks ok. I was always OCD about being clean and shaved. Now I gotta stress about what the fucking thing looks like? Blah.
I'm a country boy. Looking closer at that vulva, it resembles those pink, pickled pig feet in the jars I used to shake around. just a little