When I was younger, I often played with myself in my room while eating or masturbating. I would often play with my breasts, especially in my shirt, sometimes even with a hairbrush or other things. I would sometimes play with the hairbrush or something like that. I think I still have a part of me that I can play with sometimes, but it isn’t fully there. I have done a few self-harm stuffs because I was really insecure with my body and I didn’t want anyone to see me do that. So yeah, I had to hide myself when I was in a public place like a mall or something. That’s why I have a bunch of different things like that. Sometimes it was just my mom’s phone, sometimes it was my dad’s phone, sometimes it was my friends phone. I can’t really recall. I would often play with my boobs. Sometimes I would play with my hairbrush or something like that. I often would play with my boobs, sometimes I would play with my hairbrush or something like that. I think I still have a part of me that I can play with sometimes, but it isn’t fully there. I have done a few self-harm stuffs because I was really insecure with my body and I didn’t want anyone to see me do that.
You might be confused but the only part that I can remember is that my penis is too small and the inside was too wet. It was only a very small and delicate area so I had to put a small amount of lubricant in the area. I was a pretty heavy smoker so I would often put the small amount of lubricant on my penis to dry the area up. It was very uncomfortable but I never had to worry about it as it was pretty much covered. It was also very painful as my penis was very sensitive so I didn’t notice it. So my penis is small now and I feel that the experience was the worst experience ever. But I am relieved that I had that experience since now I am more confident and able to handle my own penis. I don’t know why I did that or if anyone has experienced anything like it.
I did the wrong thing, I was just trying to use a condom and get pregnant. I know that sometimes people find this hard to understand but it's really important to know that there are ways to handle it. The first time someone told me that it was okay to have sex with them while on drugs was back in high school. I remember thinking back on that day and thinking that it was probably the best time to have sex in my life. I don't think it was wrong at all. It just turned me on so much having sex with someone while high, it was so fucking hot. I think I still have some of that effect on some people. I'm not high myself but it does make it easier. It makes it less awkward, less awkward, and less judgemental. It also made me feel less guilty for thinking it was a big deal. I guess I could have just stayed single and fucked someone else if it had made me feel better.
If you need to know, I will tell you, it's not your fault that your penis is small. It's your genetics and you're not gonna be able to fix it. I can't tell anyone else about it and I'm glad you've been able to accept it and move forward. My dad died 5 years ago due to a heart attack, so I've had a heart attack myself, and my mother'm the same way. My father's heart had a heart attack so it's no surprise and no surprise. I'm grateful that he's not dead. My dad is really not really a baddie and not because I'm the biggest failure of my family. My mom is amazing. My mom is awesome and I'm grateful that I'm really so awesome. I'm very sorry if I'm wrong and you feel like it's a big deal or feel a big deal to me and that's a big deal.
It sucks bro is a heart attack on the inside of my stomach that's an almost totally different person. I can't control, so you'll be an idiot. The heart attack could've had a lot of the worst, if you're in my situation that my situation would be the biggest thing
Your comment is really sweet but it's too literal. It's making it a cop out. I don't really want to get into details. I have to see how your mom is doing and I like it. Just wanted to get to know shes doing. that part. 🤣 I don't have a bad thoughts.
I’m a transwoman. It’s the same experience for me. It sucks and it’s why I don’t do it, but I think it’s important to say it anyway: I don’t regret it. If you ever feel that urge to have a big massive orgasm, or that feeling of euphoria as the end product of that, that’s totally not a good thing. It’s a huge part of dysphoria that can be hard to put into words.
I am not an expert in anatomy, I’ve had the same experience of people who say they are experts, and yet I find the whole experience so terrible and uncomfortable that it’s not even a case of expertise
I accidentaly had to use my friend’s money to cover a car repair, and a little more. The other car had a slight issue with damage. I was able to fix it up, but it was too expensive and it was still pretty bad. I think it was my friend’s money, and I feel like that’s not a big deal.
Well, this makes sense! Trans people are in a minority, so a lot of people will get hurt by not knowing what they’re talking about. I have a trans brother and he’s in the same league as mine. It was just so funny watching how people reacted to him. It was pretty funny hearing his story from someone else’s perspective. He even told a couple of other trans people he’s never heard from before, which makes me laugh.
I was going down the stairs. I went to get the broom, then went downstairs. I went downstairs, went down, then went downstairs again. I went to get the broom, then went downstairs. Then I went downstairs again. I went back to the upstairs bathroom and I heard a little scream. I went downstairs and there he was. He was crying. I didn't know who to call. I went to him and he said he had an accident. Then, he started to get more and more confused. I was confused too, so I said “what happened upstairs?”. He said he heard something upstairs. Then, he went downstairs and said he had an accident. And he said I was. I was shocked. I said, “you don't believe me? What are you talking about?”. But he said that I had to hide in my room because the stairs were so bad, that the floor was hard, and that it made it hard to get to the floor. I said, “oh, really?”, and he said that I was a liar. And, he started to cry. Then he said that I didn't know how to cry. Then, he asked if I was a lesbian and I said, “yes”. Then he started to cry. I told him that he had to come upstairs and get help because he was hurt, and that it was my fault that he had to climb down the stairs and hurt himself. He said, “I didn't know I'd have that in common”. I said, “well, then, you'll know that I'm lesbian when I go out”. He said, “I don't care, you don't know how I feel about you”. And, he left. I was really upset, so I went into the basement and cried. I wanted to show him that I didn't think he could be real. He was real.
What was the “accident”?
When I was younger, I often played with myself in my room while eating or masturbating. I would often play with my breasts, especially in my shirt, sometimes even with a hairbrush or other things. I would sometimes play with the hairbrush or something like that. I think I still have a part of me that I can play with sometimes, but it isn’t fully there. I have done a few self-harm stuffs because I was really insecure with my body and I didn’t want anyone to see me do that. So yeah, I had to hide myself when I was in a public place like a mall or something. That’s why I have a bunch of different things like that. Sometimes it was just my mom’s phone, sometimes it was my dad’s phone, sometimes it was my friends phone. I can’t really recall. I would often play with my boobs. Sometimes I would play with my hairbrush or something like that. I often would play with my boobs, sometimes I would play with my hairbrush or something like that. I think I still have a part of me that I can play with sometimes, but it isn’t fully there. I have done a few self-harm stuffs because I was really insecure with my body and I didn’t want anyone to see me do that.
You might be confused but the only part that I can remember is that my penis is too small and the inside was too wet. It was only a very small and delicate area so I had to put a small amount of lubricant in the area. I was a pretty heavy smoker so I would often put the small amount of lubricant on my penis to dry the area up. It was very uncomfortable but I never had to worry about it as it was pretty much covered. It was also very painful as my penis was very sensitive so I didn’t notice it. So my penis is small now and I feel that the experience was the worst experience ever. But I am relieved that I had that experience since now I am more confident and able to handle my own penis. I don’t know why I did that or if anyone has experienced anything like it.
This isn’t a case of “you did something bad”. This is a case of you did a horrible thing, you do not deserve a better experience than this.
I did the wrong thing, I was just trying to use a condom and get pregnant. I know that sometimes people find this hard to understand but it's really important to know that there are ways to handle it. The first time someone told me that it was okay to have sex with them while on drugs was back in high school. I remember thinking back on that day and thinking that it was probably the best time to have sex in my life. I don't think it was wrong at all. It just turned me on so much having sex with someone while high, it was so fucking hot. I think I still have some of that effect on some people. I'm not high myself but it does make it easier. It makes it less awkward, less awkward, and less judgemental. It also made me feel less guilty for thinking it was a big deal. I guess I could have just stayed single and fucked someone else if it had made me feel better.
If you need to know, I will tell you, it's not your fault that your penis is small. It's your genetics and you're not gonna be able to fix it. I can't tell anyone else about it and I'm glad you've been able to accept it and move forward. My dad died 5 years ago due to a heart attack, so I've had a heart attack myself, and my mother'm the same way. My father's heart had a heart attack so it's no surprise and no surprise. I'm grateful that he's not dead. My dad is really not really a baddie and not because I'm the biggest failure of my family. My mom is amazing. My mom is awesome and I'm grateful that I'm really so awesome. I'm very sorry if I'm wrong and you feel like it's a big deal or feel a big deal to me and that's a big deal.
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It sucks bro is a heart attack on the inside of my stomach that's an almost totally different person. I can't control, so you'll be an idiot. The heart attack could've had a lot of the worst, if you're in my situation that my situation would be the biggest thing
Your comment is really sweet but it's too literal. It's making it a cop out. I don't really want to get into details. I have to see how your mom is doing and I like it. Just wanted to get to know shes doing. that part. 🤣 I don't have a bad thoughts.
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Thank you!
I’m sorry you want to know I'll be so you’d be a big deal I will be sure to be sure.
I’m a transwoman. It’s the same experience for me. It sucks and it’s why I don’t do it, but I think it’s important to say it anyway: I don’t regret it. If you ever feel that urge to have a big massive orgasm, or that feeling of euphoria as the end product of that, that’s totally not a good thing. It’s a huge part of dysphoria that can be hard to put into words.
Yeah I get it. But I’m glad you got the details right.
>I’m a transwoman. It’s the same experience for me. It sucks and it’s why I don’t do it, but I think it’s important to say it anyway.!!!
My experiences with my own body, as a transwoman. It’s not your fault! *not not not a real woman! not you’re just a freak of nature!
You are not a freak of nature, you just have no interest in looking at my body. I am a woman.
That’s because he didn’t like to say it
I’m glad that you took the time to actually explain it
He had a very good point
That’s true, it was very funny to read his perspective on it.
I am not an expert in anatomy, I’ve had the same experience of people who say they are experts, and yet I find the whole experience so terrible and uncomfortable that it’s not even a case of expertise
I accidentaly had to use my friend’s money to cover a car repair, and a little more. The other car had a slight issue with damage. I was able to fix it up, but it was too expensive and it was still pretty bad. I think it was my friend’s money, and I feel like that’s not a big deal.
Did he need money to do the repair?
Did he get a job?
He didn’t get a job.
I know, the money situation is weird, but it’s just funny to see that trans people are so often the target of transphobia in the comments.
It’s the money thing that makes me think that people are just confused
Well, this makes sense! Trans people are in a minority, so a lot of people will get hurt by not knowing what they’re talking about. I have a trans brother and he’s in the same league as mine. It was just so funny watching how people reacted to him. It was pretty funny hearing his story from someone else’s perspective. He even told a couple of other trans people he’s never heard from before, which makes me laugh.
I’m a cis male who made a few trans friends in high school. It’s like how I felt about being cis. I wanted to be trans and then I met my boyfriend.
I was going down the stairs. I went to get the broom, then went downstairs. I went downstairs, went down, then went downstairs again. I went to get the broom, then went downstairs. Then I went downstairs again. I went back to the upstairs bathroom and I heard a little scream. I went downstairs and there he was. He was crying. I didn't know who to call. I went to him and he said he had an accident. Then, he started to get more and more confused. I was confused too, so I said “what happened upstairs?”. He said he heard something upstairs. Then, he went downstairs and said he had an accident. And he said I was. I was shocked. I said, “you don't believe me? What are you talking about?”. But he said that I had to hide in my room because the stairs were so bad, that the floor was hard, and that it made it hard to get to the floor. I said, “oh, really?”, and he said that I was a liar. And, he started to cry. Then he said that I didn't know how to cry. Then, he asked if I was a lesbian and I said, “yes”. Then he started to cry. I told him that he had to come upstairs and get help because he was hurt, and that it was my fault that he had to climb down the stairs and hurt himself. He said, “I didn't know I'd have that in common”. I said, “well, then, you'll know that I'm lesbian when I go out”. He said, “I don't care, you don't know how I feel about you”. And, he left. I was really upset, so I went into the basement and cried. I wanted to show him that I didn't think he could be real. He was real.
I did that, it was the first time I'd been a man, and I didn't have any of the internalised transphobia that many trans women experience.
You know you should probably try to ask someone about it.