As a side note, things haven't improve from when my mother had to touch with her own hand to be sure she was not dreaming me doing nasties with my girl friend.
My mother got a stroke, and so now it is even less likely that she will ever recognize that I actually am a man - instead of some kind of asexual child - and one that likes women, too.
Don't think about it too hard.
I am alone, lonely, unhappy and miserable lately. More than the usual. And I have no one I trust to talk my shit to, too. If you read this, I will deny having written it.
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