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I love it. But grow trees to adumbrate it’s anima. To force a mascaraed upon its glow. Tarp my elation for it. It’s guttural. I feel my definition eave when I do it. Alien cliques called societal norms. Make such a scintillating activity, abnormal. I hurt no one through such a cosmetic lust. Fabric is not a great medium for harm. I cringe at such struggles. For gender roles and such. One shouldn’t care of what other think. God knows I’m a hypocrite to state that. I want to share my “taboo” with someone dear. I need to. Anyone who struggles with personal enjoyment. Doing things that are no harm to others, but are considered deviant. I would love to leave you with a quote. “I am human, nothing human is alien to me.” Where whatever clothes you want to. Love whoever you want to with their consent.
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Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
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I love it. But grow trees to adumbrate it’s anima. To force a mascaraed upon its glow. Tarp my elation for it. It’s guttural. I feel my definition eave when I do it. Alien cliques called societal norms. Make such a scintillating activity, abnormal. I hurt no one through such a cosmetic lust. Fabric is not a great medium for harm. I cringe at such struggles. For gender roles and such. One shouldn’t care of what other think. God knows I’m a hypocrite to state that. I want to share my “taboo” with someone dear. I need to. Anyone who struggles with personal enjoyment. Doing things that are no harm to others, but are considered deviant. I would love to leave you with a quote. “I am human, nothing human is alien to me.” Where whatever clothes you want to. Love whoever you want to with their consent.
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21/M/A trip
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
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