HoneyInTheLion
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- May 17, 2021
My ex-husband trooned out. I hate trannies with the grief of someone mourning their husband's death to his own fetish.
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picsI have a birthmark shaped like a dick and gaping asshole on my right thigh.
You say small dick, I say large clit.I have a small dick .. .. .
Don’t worry, I think your bum scar looks cool.I have a hole in my ass. I mean, aside from the one everyone else has; I had a piece of my left buttock cheek cut out because it got infected when some retard used a contaminated needle when I was in the hospital as an infant. Now I've got a scar on my bum, and it doesn't look cool at all.
Speaking of hospitals, I also had 12 grommet operations when I was a child because my ears were fucked up. I remember whenever I flew on a plane and the pressure started to change, I had indescribable pain in my ears and the air hostess would give me glass cups with warm cloth inside to hold over them. Apparently this is a common enough thing that it's standard procedure, so you don't have to explain it to them. Weirdly, I haven't had issues with my ears since I was about 8. They seem perfectly normal now.
Lastly, I have the trifecta of "handsome male face" features: dimples in both cheeks and a cleft chin.
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Holy shit, I have a story similar to this too. It’s not as funny but I just remember climbing up to the tallest high-jump in the pool, getting to the top, and just freezing there. There was a huge line of people behind me. I didn’t know what to do. And yes I ended up going back down the ladder too…I'll share an embarrassing one:
When I was around 6 years old I went to this gigantic pool/mini waterpark with some friends and they had the tallest diving platform I had ever seen (it wasn't even a diving board, it was just a giant stone platform and it was mfing HIGH) there was a huge line for it and I spent the entire time in line talking about how cool I was because I was gonna do a triple flip and this and that and I knew stuff about dinosaurs and even corrected a kid about a dinosaur's name that he got wrong and I felt so important because I knew all the dinosaurs
Then it was my turn up the ladder.
About halfway up I started to get this uneasy feeling in my tum. My arms started shaking and I didn't completely realize why until I reached the top. I instantly realized that I did not like heights, not one little goddamn bit. I realized that I was too scared to jump! But I didn't want to look like a wimp either. So I just stood there. The lifeguard began screaming at me to jump and I came up with the most six-year-old excuse I possibly could...I said I couldn't jump because the platform was too hot. "SO THEN JUMP!" came the reply. I should have seen that coming.
I learned two important things about life that day after I crawled back down that ladder and did the walk of shame past all those little kids I was trying to impress just minutes before, including the dinosaur kid who, even at 6 years old, I knew was looking at me and thinking "I may not know the name of some stupid dinosaur but at least I'm not a pussy". The first thing I learned was: don't EVER talk yourself up unless you're certain you can back it up, and the second: The only acceptable answer to fear and hesitation is to just "jump".