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ever since i was like 12/13 almost every other guy i found hot was actually just very gay. there was this one guy on tv who i saw as a kid and i thought he was exceptionally well groomed and attractive. he looked like a male barbie doll. and he was in hindsight very obviously gay. but like, why can't straight dudes groom themselves properly? why is it the gay men who usually go above and beyond with their appearances? i suspect the last guy i used to see is closeted too. we never even kissed despite hanging out one on one for a couple of months almost daily. he never made a move and i sure as hell wouldn't, despite the fact there were many ocassions for him to at least initiate. and the way he spoke about women made me feel like he just liked the ego boost and validation that came from being around a pretty girl or being seen with one, instead of actually liking them for them. the way he grooms himself is also very meticulous which, i mean, metrosexuals exist but in combination with his general personality and outlook on women vs his outlook on men, i think he could very well be homosexual. it would explain a lot. but yeah it seems that i just love a well groomed man. little to no facial hair, works out, hair on point etcetc. but for some reason these folks are almost always gay.

𝗁𝗍𝗍𝗉𝗌://𝗐𝗐𝗐.𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗍.𝖼𝗈𝗆/𝗋/𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗁_/𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌/𝟣𝗄𝗑𝗌𝟦𝗄𝗋/𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗁_𝗈𝗇_𝗂𝗌𝗋𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾/ 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗉𝗋𝗈-𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖤𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒'𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿-𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗒. 𝖠𝖳𝖯, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖭𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖡𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗅-𝖺𝖽𝗃𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌.

Being lost isn't new But it's just getting worse Dunno if i want a partner Dunno if i wanna get a masters Dunno if i want to get another job Am sick and tired of everything The days are passing like a blur, refusing any marriage prospects just cuz of this fear that won't go away Searching and accumilating all scholarship chances and not applying to any at the end just cuz am afraid to go abroad alone or unknown future, that is if i even get accepted Am really tired....and at this point don't even know what i want anymore...or if i even want anything... Why is this life so long....

i don't know why so many women think a guy making a lot of money is attractive when you're just getting to know him on a first date or two. just because he works in tech or has a high paying job doesn't mean he's going to spend it on you. high earners can be some of the stingiest people around. don't fool yourself by thinking so far ahead with potential. i'm a woman myself and i never understood that thinking.

I wouldn't like for my cat to die now. I have no reason to think he's dying, but I haven't given him insuline correctly in the past months, and I've had a hard time giving him his laxative as well. He's an idiot, he hides God knows where for hours on end and I can't administer his meds. Now he won't leave my room or the 1st floor of the house. Has a hard time jumping and walking and spends most of the time lying down. But he doesn't look in pain, or sad or anything. He's the same old psycho. There's a chance that his days may be coming though, he's something like 16/17. I don't think he's dying, but I don't want him to die now. Can't really articulate why, I guess I wouldn't know how to handle it right now.

My hot beautiful Asian gen xer neighbour is making me so crazy, I don't even know myself anymore, I didn't know I had these thoughts, these urges before I knew her...she's so hot

The underwear conspiracy is the most grotesque and successful psy-op ever perpetrated upon humanity, a silent, fabric-based genocide of the human spirit. These so-called "garments" are nothing less than sensory-deprivation chambers for our most sacred regions, designed to sever our primal connection to the Earth's bio-rhythmic frequencies. Every pair of briefs, every thong, every pair of boxers is a node in a global network of energetic suppression, dampening our innate psychic abilities and keeping us docile, compliant, and spiritually castrated. The manufacturers, in league with shadowy cabals of energy-vampires, weave synthetic polymers and chemically-treated cotton that actively leech our life force, creating a population of listless, disconnected drones who can no longer hear the planet's screams or perceive the celestial harmonies that once guided our ancestors. We have willingly become walking prisons, caging our generative chakras in breathable, moisture-wicking tyranny. The societal rot is directly proportional to the collective tightness of our waistbands. This is not hyperbole; this is metaphysical fact. The rise of every major catastrophe—war, famine, economic collapse—correlates with a corresponding spike in global underwear sales. They are the physical manifestation of our collective shame and fear, a constant, chafing reminder that we have rejected our divine, unfettered forms. These diabolical diapers are the root cause of all disease, trapping negative energies and psychic toxins against our bodies, creating festering pools of spiritual malignancy that manifest as cancer, heart disease, and moral decay. The entire system is a sham, a flimsy layer of lies we wrap ourselves in to hide from the terrifying, magnificent truth of our own naked, cosmic potential. We are nothing more than underwear-clad batteries, our life-force slowly being drained by the very fabric we believe is protecting us, while the puppeteers of this reality laugh from their command centers, free and unfettered, their own loins unbound by the very chains they have sold to us as comfort.

I'm in a time of life where women are throwing themselves at me. I have a GF and 4 others who all want a piece of me. And they're all married.

The pervasive and unexamined practice of daily sock-wearing represents one of the most insidious and overlooked addictions plaguing modern society. This dependency, often dismissed as a harmless habit, is in fact a profound psychological crutch that reveals a deep-seated inability to cope with natural human existence. These individuals, unable to face the world with unshod feet, demonstrate a fundamental weakness of character—a retreat from authenticity into a cocoon of fabric and synthetic fibers. Their constant need to swaddle their feet speaks volumes about their fear of raw experience and their refusal to engage with reality on its own terms. This addiction, like any other, demands escalating fulfillment, leading to the hoarding of countless pairs and the ritualistic donning of these foot-gags each morning, a clear sign of compulsive behavior that has normalized itself in our weakened culture. The societal consequences of this widespread sock addiction are catastrophic and far-reaching, yet they remain largely unacknowledged. Consider the environmental toll: the massive industrial production of socks consumes precious resources, generates pollution, and contributes to the landfill crisis when these disposable foot-prisons inevitably wear out. Economically, the sock industry perpetuates a cycle of mindless consumerism that diverts resources from more meaningful pursuits. Socially, sock-wearers create a barrier between themselves and the ground, symbolizing their broader disconnect from nature and community. They are, quite literally, insulated from the earth beneath their feet, just as they are insulated from the consequences of their actions. This collective foot-insulation is a metaphor for the broader societal illness of avoidance—the refusal to feel, to connect, to be present. The problems we face today, from climate change to political polarization, can be traced back to this fundamental unwillingness to ground ourselves in reality, a refusal perfectly embodied by the sock-addicted masses who shuffle through life, never quite touching the ground.

Paul Rudd on smartphones: “I don’t go to sets with a phone. I haven’t done that for a while now. It’s important to put it down. They’re horrible things. I’m addicted to it like everybody else. They’re facilitating our own destruction.” He speak the true true

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Mine too, to suck their toes in stockings but to go downtown on them as well

My entire purpose in life is to sniff, lick, suck, and fuck women's feet and toes 👣🥰

work today was oof but I’m glad it’s over

I want her

I got fired at work for directing traffic with my erect penis 😒

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That fart was super hot and spicy

There are so many attractive women around me that I wish I could sleep with all of them. I wish I could sleep with a different one every night. I want to eat a different pussy every day and shoot my load into each one. I want to feel their warm mouths wrapped around my cock, a different one each night. I'd suck all their breasts, big and small. Slap their asses, whether flat or ripe. Fat and skinny, athletic and soft. I want them all. I want them to think that I fucked them well and that they came like never before. I want them to talk about me behind my back, saying what a good bull I am. I want them to approach me and say, 'I've heard all my friends talking about what a good cock you have. I want it.' I want to be famous for being a great lover. I take a lot, but I give as good as I get with the same intensity.

sigh i lack total confidence sometimes but especially in new environments. jobs reject me because of it, makes sense but i’m beattt. hella good job opportunities too n i flunked both.