Cuddlebunny13

Transgender Submissive, 48, sharon, Pennsylvania

Male Switch, 58, british columbia

Male Switch, 34, Panama City beach, Florida

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I want to dress up like a pretty girl. I don't know if I can pass for a girl, but I want to feel pretty, want to play pretend. >> << Yeah....I'm a pretty pretty girl, but it's a secret to everyone.

Penance for my Heresy I kneel by the alter, tears like a river running down my cheeks. I have sinned, fallen from grace like so many others. What can I do, oh Lord, to redeem myself, to gain Your grace? The silence, the deepening sense of dread that there is no one listening, cuts me like an avenging angels sword. I cross myself, again and again, repeating the motion as if something will change. Is this insanity? To think that when so many remain in darkness, dead to God?s voice, that I am somehow better, and thus deserve his attention? ?What am I to do my God? What must I do to pay for my heresy!?? My voice rises to the point of breaking, like a bell rung too often that cracks. I claw at my eyes, for I cannot bear the sight of my Lords image any longer. I take off my belt, whipping my back, the buckle tearing open skin and flesh. ?I bleed for You my Lord! I suffer for You! Forgive my sins!? Still all I hear is my own heartbeat, and His damning silence. My blood is flung about with every lash, thrown onto the image of my God. I feel lightheaded, dizzy from lack of blood, frightened by my weakness. My arm rises and falls, the buckle tearing and cracking. Finally, through an eternity of pain and fear, He speaks to me. ?Welcome back to My light, dear brother.? And so I die.

All speak of the natural world, and only consider the earth we walk on, the wind we walk amongst, the trees, the oceans, the flowers. What is this folly, that we only see nature as what we have not made? We are nature, we are as natural as the fleeting deer, the howling wolf. In our blood is the blessing of Mother Nature, our bones hewed of earth, our souls crafted from lightning. Our minds are like the wind, unbound and unchained, our hearts as water; either a frenzied wave or a placid pool. Humanity is nature, we are the children of the world, and all that we touch and create is not unnatural, but an extension of us. The metal we forge is dredged from the world, our cities built like the trees grow; up and up. We are nature, a new wave of life, a new growth of thought. The old will die, crushed underfoot so that we, Nature 2.0, will thrive and reach new heights. Do we dishonor Nature by growing, thriving? Are we an abomination, that we survive by perverting things around us, killing animals by the thousands and hundred of thousands, driving whole species extinct in our furious race to be better then those who came before us? No. We honor Nature, that we survive no matter what. A lesson to all, we have grown so vast and powerful that with our might, our minds and thumbs, we have conquered the "natural cycle" and if Nature did not intend for this, then how could we have done it?

The blood, the bone, the flesh, the mind unchained, None can withstand the entropy of immortal Time, Whose might none can deny, a crushing power that must refrain, From tearing apart the simple beauty of this rhyme, These lines I write are not my own, but the words of an Age, Time, unquenchable, is weakened in the face of such effort, It cannot crush what is not of this world, its power--a wasted rage, None may tear apart our legacy, our books, our records, Though my body will decay, and Time claim my thoughts, These ideas, hopes, and dreams captured by written words, Cities will crumble, nations fall, and the world rot, Blood turns to ash, earth to dust, and people to mindless herds, The ideas held in reverence, the worship of our lord, Such is the immortality, the timelessness--of the written word.

A cough brings up blood from my gut, pains my body A hemorrhage takes sight, blinds this shell Copper fills my mouth, a taste so sharp it cuts No tunnel ending in light, no relief mine. Ears (are they mine?) ring, a death toll (for who?) Bile and blood dribble down my lips, fast Is the knife in my stomach real? Do I have breath, my lungs just for show I cough again, more blood, more sick bile Something trickles down my face, tears I hope "God!" I scream, "Smite me! End me! Kill me now!" I collapse, vomiting up my guts and blood I sob, I weep for my soul, it is damned My God has forsaken me, let me die I am plagued, touched by the Dark One. "Let me die," I rasp "Make my suffering end." A resonant voice, from inside my heart, soul, and mind, Speaks, neither loudly nor softly, but Speaks unto me; "Child, none are forsaken by I, none so far gone that they; Sinners and heretics alike, cannot find my forgiveness." I weep, painful sobs wracking my frame, cry blood and pus at this, This endless and perfect beauty. He who raised us, Shepherded us to the path of righteousness. He has not forsaken even the most pitiful of His children. With whispered words, I scream out the last words This mortal plane will hear of me, a bile choked screech, "I repent my sins, and commend my soul unto you my Lord, My one true God." He smiles and nods, and casts my soul unto Hell. His face full of wrath before devils and demons claim my eyes as trophies, He calls out, His voice like daggers unto my ears, "Lip service and lies beget naught but damnation. Eternally suffer for thy failures."

The suns radiance crushes the weak and frail, stroke carrying them off to Hells gates. Lightning howls through the air, turning rain to steam and men to cinders. Such is fire, and it is this same fire that keeps us warm, cooks our food, and crafts our tools of war. Kindled on the wood we tear from the forests, the remnants of a age long gone, we set ablaze this pyre. Set a fire in our flesh, brand us so that we may know our place. Creativity and thought are as sudden as forest fire, we are as quick to kill as lightning flashes. Such is fire, it's spark bound to us, it's might unbound. We cannot fathom fire, its inherent cruelty and its natural grace. A tool, a foe and a friend, fire cannot be tamed in full, only used in part. Lashed to a stake of old thought and foolish lies, one of our flock, No longer a person in our eyes, is given unto fire, a sacrifice. They must be burned, turned to ash and scattered. Fire consumes the flesh, but restores the soul. The howls of the damned are naught compared to fires screaming inferno. Man will die, his cities fall to disrepair and his wonders shatter. Fire is eternal. Fire is a cleansing power, an all consuming hunger. However this world ends, the fire in our souls will be unchained.

The birds are chirping? I couldn't here, my music two loud. HuG load and there, cheering in my ear. Maybe the birds are chirping, and I cannot feel it. I cannot bee hear, in this world, so putRID and alone. Butt I have friends, people who look out four me. Do they though? Oar is it 4 kicks, this outrageous life of mine. I don't know. I can't no. Am I hear, or just a PIGment of your imagination? I can't tell. Do I bleed? I haven't seen my own blood in years. Not a Nick or Tunicks. Not an ounce. I stopped caring. I crushed my hope, wished it dead, or at least not alive. But there it is. I still hope, still care, de-SPITE all the pain it has caused me. WHY?! How callous is the world, that it dangles the tangles of my own failure in front of me. Loud and clear, I here, but it matters not. Who cares? U Cannot prove to me that you care, that you feel my heart beating, or that I exist at all. A nibble here, a nom there, and I carve away the cancerous bits of my soul. :-C no? Luls me to sleep, the shouts and crying of the city. U hate it, I crave it. I am paranoid? No, you are lax, inattentive, Layz! 1 day I will lye down and accept it all, acknowledge love and hate as equal sides. Today and tonight and May bee even tomorrow will not be that day. The cries and moans of the dying city streets vitalizies my horrid side, my Hyde is scared. Read as you Will, and know that I watch NOthing, and in that emptiness, there is hate/fear/love/knowledge/EVERYthing

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