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Im not saying you can't make fun of them, I'm just saying some people are gay.
trickyzerg23 has a mental breakdown in a thread about porn in Nick's board.
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Yeah it's ok. There's some pretty great stuff happening inside me thanks to God. Men are increasingly appearing hairy and gross to me. I intentionally traumatize myself by reliving the incidents described in this thread over and over again. So now the thought of rubbing my penis against another penis is only mildly to moderately erotic. Soon I will find it completely gross!
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Please relive it more. I love your autistic schizo diary. Have you tried docking?
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Nah, they can get their own foreskin, I refuse to share mine!
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Thread Tax. Image is edited pic of bathwater girl who btw shipped out her bathwater for free to get updoots and sales.
Either go full power level and entertain us or don't post your e-girls. Post your coom here to get it out of your system so you don't shit up other threads
Either go full power level and entertain us or don't post your e-girls. Post your coom here to get it out of your system so you don't shit up other threads
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Ok so first off: I'm totally behind the second half of your message here. Love the energy. As for the first part, I think we can expand that a little bit to include molestation victims and people who just really got into the wrong furry porn at the wrong time.
As for the rest, the issue is in your presentation. "Here's my personal disgusting gay poop history" is not the way to go. You want to go with the time honored tradition of presenting the story as though you're hearing it secondhand. "A guy I know told me X". "As people who've done this have told me, Y happens". Admitting your own homosexual history always puts you at a rhetorical disadvantage.
The focus of the grossness of the act is helpful, although maybe harmful to you. I can't say I've ever personally had a strong hankering for anus (male or otherwise), but the rich detail has definitely made me feel confident in my decision not to look into it. If I were to add something, though, it might be to focus on the total bleakness of homosexuality. If it's mostly sexual, that's something that fades and wilts with the body and libido. If it's about love, that's a union that dies with one or the both of you. You can't live on through your children, which would be a literal fusion of your natures. There's no real hope in a religious form of immortality either, since all the religions watered-down enough to allow gay stuff (especially as modernly understood) are basically just LARPs built to go along with the real religion of secular progressivism. Gays have no hope of immortality and have to live attempting (and failing) to ignore their own approaching death. Can you blame a lot of them for sexualizing it and doing stuff like bugchasing?
Also I feel like you'd be a big Fr. Seraphim Rose fan, you should check out Christ the Eternal Tao (not syncretism, just comparing Lao Tsu to Orthodox spirituality).
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**Tristan Eric Roberts also gave Michael Andrew Horneffer HIV, or maybe it was the other way around, but they caught it together and I never even found out until 2015, when Tristan confessed to me directly through a series of improbable events that brought us to the same rave in Baltimore.
***Brent Michael Girard works for Senator Chris Van Hollen (D-MD). Brent Michael Girard has had sexual intercourse with at least 500 men, most of them while he was supposedly dating me monogamously for seven years. He exposed me to chlamydia, syphilis, and gonorrhea over the course of our time together, from 2011-2018. How do I know he was responsible for these diseases? Most of the time when he tested positive, I tested negative. I did get each of those diseases at least once, though. Toward the end of our sodomite coupling, my lips would literally break out in herpes sores every single time I kissed him, and at no other times. Type 1. At least I hope so.
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The Pulling of the Groin
Things have been volatile lately. I recently learned that Michael Andrew Horneffer was having a fourteen-month affair with a furry in California. His "official trips" for the State Department involved getting his turds pushed in by a furry's front-tail. I only learned this by going through his phone, having been overcome by intuitive trepidation. The worst part is, this furry, named Tristan Roberts (who now works with crypto, he calls himself Aetheric and many other names) , stole my fucking identity.**
That fucker stole my identity. I came up with the name Snow Leopard as my alias back in high school. It was because of the mystique around cocaine that I called myself Snow; snow leopards also have blue eyes, as I do. (That's what happens when you skip class to hang out with the kids who smoke cigarettes in front of the McDonald's, you begin to think cocaine is glamorous, not that you've ever seen or tried any yourself. You'll later be sold a torn piece of shopping bag wrapped around grass (from the ground) as "weed," and baking soda as "cocaine.")
Michael Andrew Horneffer, the HIV-ridden sodomite who lies and cheats, told Tristan all about me and my "Snow Leopard" alter ego. For me it was not some perverted furry shit, it was just a fun nickname established over many years. Tristan totally ruined it, started calling himself "SL" (short for Snow Leopard) and basically attempted to become me. Super Fucking Creepy.
Consequently, I dumped Michael Andrew Horneffer and quickly met a new faggot named Brent Michael Girard, who is a cheating scoundrel and a serial liar, never to be trusted.*** (Then again, that's true of all male homosexuals, unless they truly and sorrowfully repent by the power of the Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ, the eternal Son of God.)
Things were quite rosy with Brent at first. At first he tried to demand that I penetrate him, but his stinky anus was too disgusting. Brent had previously dated Gerry Brewster, the arrested-development Peter Pan Syndrome 50-something son of a former senator from Maryland. I overheard Shannon Sheetz (a dude, despite the name) saying that Gerry had dumped Brent because Brent's anus was always dirty. The rumor was credible because Shannon was supposedly Brent's best friend and had moved into Gerry's place as soon as Brent moved out. As a result of the break-up, Gerry was no longer funding Brent's education and rent payments. Brent needed a new target for his parasitism, so he latched onto me. I categorically refused to penetrate his foul, stinky anus, so he became a "top" and did exactly as I told him. That's what I got out of this sick relationship, I exerted attention-seeking sexualized mind-control over Brent Girard, the way a woman would do to a very stupid man.
Although he was good at fucking me, that was the only masculine thing about Brent. Otherwise he was effeminate and annoying. On day in June 2011, having only dated for about a month, the two of us were out for a run together. I got sick of his voice saying "baby," so I began sprinting very quickly. I left him in the dust and ignored him for many hours. Unfortunately, I pulled my groin during this run and suffered disabling pain for months afterward. My groin flared up during boxing class today, reminding me of old wounds and ancient aches.
It would be almost exactly 7 years later that I told Brent, "I am leaving you to date women." He said, "You would give up on love just to have biological children?" I said, "What love? You've penetrated hundreds of anuses, not contented with mine. You have given me every bacterial venereal disease known to man, and probably some viral ones too. You have mooched off me for luxury meals and subsidized rent." That night, he tried to emotionally manipulate me by playing "My Immortal." This was quite laughable because I had outgrown Evanescence in my teens. In order to inflict suffering, I met up with the barista at the corner coffee shop, Dooby's, with whom Brent often played Pokemon Go. I ordered the barista to penetrate my anus, which he did gleefully. Then I told Brent about it, so that he would no longer have a friend to enjoy catching Pokemon with.
Things have been volatile lately. I recently learned that Michael Andrew Horneffer was having a fourteen-month affair with a furry in California. His "official trips" for the State Department involved getting his turds pushed in by a furry's front-tail. I only learned this by going through his phone, having been overcome by intuitive trepidation. The worst part is, this furry, named Tristan Roberts (who now works with crypto, he calls himself Aetheric and many other names) , stole my fucking identity.**
That fucker stole my identity. I came up with the name Snow Leopard as my alias back in high school. It was because of the mystique around cocaine that I called myself Snow; snow leopards also have blue eyes, as I do. (That's what happens when you skip class to hang out with the kids who smoke cigarettes in front of the McDonald's, you begin to think cocaine is glamorous, not that you've ever seen or tried any yourself. You'll later be sold a torn piece of shopping bag wrapped around grass (from the ground) as "weed," and baking soda as "cocaine.")
Michael Andrew Horneffer, the HIV-ridden sodomite who lies and cheats, told Tristan all about me and my "Snow Leopard" alter ego. For me it was not some perverted furry shit, it was just a fun nickname established over many years. Tristan totally ruined it, started calling himself "SL" (short for Snow Leopard) and basically attempted to become me. Super Fucking Creepy.
Consequently, I dumped Michael Andrew Horneffer and quickly met a new faggot named Brent Michael Girard, who is a cheating scoundrel and a serial liar, never to be trusted.*** (Then again, that's true of all male homosexuals, unless they truly and sorrowfully repent by the power of the Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ, the eternal Son of God.)
Things were quite rosy with Brent at first. At first he tried to demand that I penetrate him, but his stinky anus was too disgusting. Brent had previously dated Gerry Brewster, the arrested-development Peter Pan Syndrome 50-something son of a former senator from Maryland. I overheard Shannon Sheetz (a dude, despite the name) saying that Gerry had dumped Brent because Brent's anus was always dirty. The rumor was credible because Shannon was supposedly Brent's best friend and had moved into Gerry's place as soon as Brent moved out. As a result of the break-up, Gerry was no longer funding Brent's education and rent payments. Brent needed a new target for his parasitism, so he latched onto me. I categorically refused to penetrate his foul, stinky anus, so he became a "top" and did exactly as I told him. That's what I got out of this sick relationship, I exerted attention-seeking sexualized mind-control over Brent Girard, the way a woman would do to a very stupid man.
Although he was good at fucking me, that was the only masculine thing about Brent. Otherwise he was effeminate and annoying. On day in June 2011, having only dated for about a month, the two of us were out for a run together. I got sick of his voice saying "baby," so I began sprinting very quickly. I left him in the dust and ignored him for many hours. Unfortunately, I pulled my groin during this run and suffered disabling pain for months afterward. My groin flared up during boxing class today, reminding me of old wounds and ancient aches.
It would be almost exactly 7 years later that I told Brent, "I am leaving you to date women." He said, "You would give up on love just to have biological children?" I said, "What love? You've penetrated hundreds of anuses, not contented with mine. You have given me every bacterial venereal disease known to man, and probably some viral ones too. You have mooched off me for luxury meals and subsidized rent." That night, he tried to emotionally manipulate me by playing "My Immortal." This was quite laughable because I had outgrown Evanescence in my teens. In order to inflict suffering, I met up with the barista at the corner coffee shop, Dooby's, with whom Brent often played Pokemon Go. I ordered the barista to penetrate my anus, which he did gleefully. Then I told Brent about it, so that he would no longer have a friend to enjoy catching Pokemon with.
**Tristan Eric Roberts also gave Michael Andrew Horneffer HIV, or maybe it was the other way around, but they caught it together and I never even found out until 2015, when Tristan confessed to me directly through a series of improbable events that brought us to the same rave in Baltimore.
***Brent Michael Girard works for Senator Chris Van Hollen (D-MD). Brent Michael Girard has had sexual intercourse with at least 500 men, most of them while he was supposedly dating me monogamously for seven years. He exposed me to chlamydia, syphilis, and gonorrhea over the course of our time together, from 2011-2018. How do I know he was responsible for these diseases? Most of the time when he tested positive, I tested negative. I did get each of those diseases at least once, though. Toward the end of our sodomite coupling, my lips would literally break out in herpes sores every single time I kissed him, and at no other times. Type 1. At least I hope so.
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So this is just gonna be a @trickyzerg23 gay scat fanfic discussion thread? Not what I expected but it fits the theme of Nick's subforum.
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I hope @HissingBastard and @Rosy Reptile have read my latest. We
are leaving scat territory and now I'm just doxing every person who's ever wronged me. The years I lived in Baltimore really were a sort of homosexual soap opera punctuated by moments of extreme violence and terror. I lived there during the Freddy Gray riots, which were significantly worse than even the riots of 2020. One of my friends was followed home from a gay club by some nigger, who then raped and burgled him at gunpoint. These sorts of things happened often, and there was a conspiracy among the faggots to pretend like White people weren't being consistently assaulted in the streets, which we were. My faith in God was sealed when I was surrounded by five black children (ages 10-13) in broad daylight who threw stones at me. Bear in mind I was a faggot at the time, incapable of manly self-defense. A police officer happened to drive by at the very moment that one of them had run up behind me with a very large rock and was about to bash my skull in. I was not even bruised, not a single stone touched me, glory to God.
My finger had a seizure and created two posts instead of one.
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Dude you are clearly not ok, go take a walk or something.
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Ah, so your "feedback" was just a way to ventilate your stinking rectum into my face. You should sew up your mouth and talk out of your anus. Nobody would know the difference.
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No, my feedback is to tell you that this isn't Animal Control and you're using your turn away from homosexuality as a way to get attention. I'm sorry to tell you but you're not the only man in the world who realized that it's not great to be a Loathsome Dung Eater. It sounds like you've been through a seriously rough patch but this is not the way to cope with it. I'd be interested to hear more about what's specifically going on with you religiously in DMs, because I have a lot of resources (not specifically for homosexuality alone, but in general). Gotta focus on what you're about now and not what you were into then. There's always an excuse popping into people's heads to put attention back on the old thing.
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Your hateful response above already revealed the condition of your heart. You may think you're better off and less sinful than I am, but you aren't. I don't know you and am not under your spiritual authority. I reject you.
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> hey, this looks like a funny thread.
> read a few posts.
> read a few posts.
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The hateful response where I said you seem to be having an issue and should take a breather? After I made a longer post engaging with you and taking you seriously? I'll repeat myself that you should probably take a breather. If you don't want my pdfs that's fine, you were the one who brought up God and I thought you might be interested in talking about it. Nobody's trying to be your guru. DM me if you change your mind, might just be a heated moment. I'm gonna go listen to vaporwave
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Thank you for confirming my decision to disregard you as a dry root and a fount of nothing.
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I am not able to DM, profile post, place stickers, or perform most other functions of this site. This is good and just. Here on the border of Madness and Civilization, the mods must Discipline and Punish, for such is the Order of Things.
I invoke Foucault above because I see some of his horrific personality traits that led to his miserable end all too present in myself. I spend every waking moment consumed by rage and hatred of mankind, much as Foucault very obviously did. The Holy Spirit has convicted me this is wrong, but I do it anyway. What is the substance of your counsel to me?