I often feel that if someone would sit with me and offer hugs, I could fix all those stupid things. The problem being, I can’t ask anyone while I have them in my perspective. Who would want to hug me now? I have had many men offer up their penis to take my pain away. I wonder if this is all they need? I find it hard to believe due to my own research, but then I’m told I have bad taste in men by my male friends.
I’m am sorry, boys. I like your penis. It is very nice. But it is not going to make me feel like a whole person. It is not going to make me feel loved. The only thing that does is the fact that you are there despite my maladies and despite your own. And nothing makes me dive into despair more than you taking the time to be sweet and kind and full of compliments about how pretty and smart I am just so that you can prove how much your penis can save me only to turn to insults and cold shoulders once you have done me this favor.