Bitches dont know what it means to be a cuck. I give the woman I love ecstacy to have crazy soul bonding sex with my best friend. Yeah dude, im jerking off. But I can't - I don't get hard. You know what gets me hard? Watching the people I love perform in front of a cheering crowd. I watch them from my palace of upholstery and nutty drawls and i hnggggghhh seeing their gleeful souls get bukkaked by respect and admiration. Fat loads! Im Gay! See that's not it, though. I look at old footage of myself, my jutting tech-neck, my x y and z, the uncomfortable glances shot my way by some other people who i admire and i think of how much other people people hate me and how they dont hate other people who do hate me and who once liked me or maybe even loved me and those are the people i admire and they are the ones who are looking and i am the one who sees them looking, they are looking, and i am looking, and then i watch these people who i still honestly hold deep love and respect for, i watch them, i look, and they are looking - they look and they hate what they see in me, but i look and i love what i see no matter how i try, i see, i see them, i see them. I see the beauty i let slip from my hands and as it crashes against the floor i feel that familiar hot coal in the pit of my stomach, a deep dark pit of shame widening from my naval and slowly rounding out and from those two hemispheres come teeth and from the epicenter of that pit comes a wide wet red tongue and it sticks out beyond the bottom teeth. My abdomen is ahegao'ing at the sight of people living the life i so desperately wish I could have lived. I rub myself to my humiliation and I cry and I console myself with the thought that has saved me in this era of my life,
This is what it takes to be born anew.