| Iowanian |
09-23-2008 10:21 PM |
I guess this is as good of a place as any.
OMG I can't believe I'm about to do this. I'm not going to...yes I am. I'm going to do it.
Since I was young, probably 12 or 13 I knew there was something about me that had to be different than the other boys. I mean, I had these feelings that noone else was having and I was so confused. I've hidden it for 2 decades longer than I should have, and I've never known how to tell people, even my family and closest friends how I really feel.
Clay Aiken has given me the strength to finally type this.
Ok...here goes. I like vagina. I mean, I really, really like vagina and have an overwhelming desire to stuff my boy part inside them. Funbags make me giggle like I'm listening to Eddie Murphy tapes on my walkman when I'm 12....I see a woman walking down the street in a cotton skirt and 3" heels, and I can't help but wonder what her brown button would look like with my sack hitting it.
At first I didn't know how to tell people that I'm straight. I suppose my parents knew all along and haven't really asked me, but I'm sure they heard me singing Merle Haggard songs in the shower, maybe overheard me singing Waylon Jennings ballads while I mowed the yard or stacked hay. It could have been the Stetson year, or the Drakkar and Polo phase that tipped them off, maybe seeing me with a girl at a movie. It was probably the 3-4 times that mom found my dirty magazines full of filthy photos of naked womensssss that she burned.
I confess. I'm straight. I like vagina and those sweet female fun bags and have for as long as I can recall. I'm no longer hiding my shame.
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