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alex-theawsome12 asked: Why do you say your dick is small when other guys(even if it is small) say their dick is huge ?
Haha you just answered your own question. I have a whole video about this called “asian guys= small penis?” Every dude talks about how big his dick is. From my experience, if a girl is curious/interested, she’s gonna end up playin with your penis regardless, so why lie?
It’s easy to say “pff! Asian guys have small penises? Nooo mine is huge!” I’d rather say “nah, mine is small” and show dudes that dick size is not relevant. Whether it is actually big or small, y’all will never know! Muahahaha but that’s the point I’m making. To show that regardless of whatever “handicap” someone may have, it shouldn’t stop you from doing whatever you wanna do (or whoever you wanna do) in life.
My penis is a metaphor for hope.
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Well, I just found out I only have one parent left.
Just kidding, I’ve only had one parent my whole life. The news of your death gave me mixed emotions, and when sadness became one of those emotions, I found myself questioning why I felt this way.
You weren’t there for 99% of my life. And on those rare occasions when I did get to see you, I didn’t dare let you try to act like my father. I didn’t think you deserved to give me any advice on my life when you were the one who decided to leave my family behind. I don’t even care that you left me, I’m pissed off that you would leave my mom, a woman who loved you like no one else in the world. To this day, you’re her password to everything… kind of the like you’re the key to her heart, something she closed off when you left. Which is fucking disgusting - but I can’t even talk. I’m just like my mother, falling for men who are bad for me.
However, I don’t think I ever loved you dad. You weren’t there to watch me grow up; you never took me to school, picked me up when I fell, kissed my wounds, tucked me in to bed, wiped my tears away, taught me how to play sports, or gave me advice on how to be with boys who were worth my time. I don’t even know what a hug from you feels like. I grew up not believing I was worth anything because the only man in my life walked away before I could even speak a word. Was I that worthless of a baby that I couldn’t convince you to stay? You weren’t there when my mother could barely afford to feed me and my sisters, but we were there to give you money when you found out you had cancer. I can safely say that you have never contributed to anything in my life.
Despite all this, I don’t hate you dad. Everyone makes mistakes. And I now know that you leaving wasn’t my fault, it was yours. Although you didn’t do anything for me in my 21 years of being alive, you unknowingly gave me something greater - the will to succeed. I’ve hit rock bottom more times than people my age should have hit, but I still won’t give up. I’m the first on my mom’s side to attempt to get a bachelor’s degree at a university and graduate (which I will soon, no doubt about it). I don’t even know anything about your side of the family but I’m assuming I’m the first to attend college as well. I’ve travelled the world extensively which is quite rare for someone my age, and have people around me who give me more love than you ever did. I wish you could have been alive to see me succeed in life, and realize that I did it all on my own, without your help. I didn’t expect you to come to my graduation or walk me down the aisle, but I guess I’m sad because a little part of me was hoping that you would.
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I am the fetus you procreated
The baby you left
And the woman you’ll never get to meet.
I am you
Your faults, love and lust
Never protected by you
I am the vulnerable child you left without a goodbye
The woman that became such with no guidance of you
The crooked teenager who always needed love from a male the most
The broken home
I was yours until you decided to leave
I could’ve been like you if you would have decided to stay
Me of you you are
And me of you I am