girlgerms
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Ok. Im just putting this here because I cant tell anybody around here what Ive done. I'll accept any comments or verbal abuse the reader feels I would deserve. I feel bad already a little bit. I did a very bad thing but I also feel he was asking for it.
Ive been with my sig other, old man, boyfriend whatever we want to call him for 15 years now. I love him. Hes a good father, a hard worker , provider, all those "good" qualities. Hes also pretty conservative (old fashioned I say), cant use the internet without help, loves his guns, football and god (in that order). He's extremely good-looking, extremely pissed at the world since a back injury last year and either due to his medication or attitude...has aquired a bad case of ED.
Seriously, this is terrible for me. My sex drive has always been 10xs higher and 100xS more unconventional than his) He wont even talk about it. He just says he is old, hurt and tired. He says I need to talk to my doctor because there must be something wrong with my hormones and its unbecoming for a woman to be trying to crawl in a mans lap all day. And he dosnt like to be grabbed all the goddamn time. I need to settle down. Yeah.
Anyway, many years ago it was agreed that, in order for me not to go insane/want to kill myself being stuck out here in the middle of nowhere, I can go for a week at a time every few months to either Denver, SLC or Seattle. See a concert, shop etc. On the condition that I behave. Carry my phone at all times, dont talk to strangers etc. This is where I get to the bad thing I did.
Last week I went to Seattle. I always pick Seattle because its the one place I can freaking breathe. And Disturbed was playing. My favorite band. Davis Draimans voice! Omg- I stress about Disturbed for hours. Every day.
So I go and we got into a argument on the phone over something silly ( he didnt like my flight arrangements bc it meant I had to take a cab instead of link) and he said something that, to me was really wrong He says " Leah, its pretty sick, you know, you wanting to fuck a fat, jewish, faggot." Hes refering to one of the best rock voices out there. So I threw my phone away and had the hotel block all calls to my room.
Went to the show. Smoked some street rock beforehand, took a few pills. Im like so wide-awake. Its general admission seatting and I end up next to this guy. Very cute, very clean, very young (found out 26 y/o, a fucking baby ). Very new. So like 3 songs in, he grabs my hand and I just start sweating so bad, cant breathe and I just have to take him back to my hotel room..And he was like the perfect gentle sadistic lover I need at the time. Happy to oblige my reqest to be choked out(but dont like, kill me) without being weird about it.He had "real" drugs so freaking intense. My room ended up a blood-spattered mess.Didnt leave the room for 3 days. Got very dirty. And I swear, I wont ever see him again, which means I can never go to Seattle again, or else I will. I wish I could see him right now.I would chain him up in my basement and only let him out when I want him. If I think about him, I cant sit still. Its almost a sick twisted physical pain. Hurts a little-lot. I like it.
So back home, my guy well..he is sorry for what he said but he's not happy I lost my phone. Hes disappointed I did not call and is pissed the hotel did not put his calls through. Theyre incompetant and we wont be staying with them ever again. Yes. Damn right.
15 years and I have never cheated. Its true. Even if I told him, he would never, in a million years believe that I would leave a disturbed show halfway through the fourth song....
I know Im a horrible person but..hes not putting out. He called my rock god a faggot. He was asking for it.......right?
I love you all and Im sorry if you read that
Ive been with my sig other, old man, boyfriend whatever we want to call him for 15 years now. I love him. Hes a good father, a hard worker , provider, all those "good" qualities. Hes also pretty conservative (old fashioned I say), cant use the internet without help, loves his guns, football and god (in that order). He's extremely good-looking, extremely pissed at the world since a back injury last year and either due to his medication or attitude...has aquired a bad case of ED.
Seriously, this is terrible for me. My sex drive has always been 10xs higher and 100xS more unconventional than his) He wont even talk about it. He just says he is old, hurt and tired. He says I need to talk to my doctor because there must be something wrong with my hormones and its unbecoming for a woman to be trying to crawl in a mans lap all day. And he dosnt like to be grabbed all the goddamn time. I need to settle down. Yeah.
Anyway, many years ago it was agreed that, in order for me not to go insane/want to kill myself being stuck out here in the middle of nowhere, I can go for a week at a time every few months to either Denver, SLC or Seattle. See a concert, shop etc. On the condition that I behave. Carry my phone at all times, dont talk to strangers etc. This is where I get to the bad thing I did.
Last week I went to Seattle. I always pick Seattle because its the one place I can freaking breathe. And Disturbed was playing. My favorite band. Davis Draimans voice! Omg- I stress about Disturbed for hours. Every day.
So I go and we got into a argument on the phone over something silly ( he didnt like my flight arrangements bc it meant I had to take a cab instead of link) and he said something that, to me was really wrong He says " Leah, its pretty sick, you know, you wanting to fuck a fat, jewish, faggot." Hes refering to one of the best rock voices out there. So I threw my phone away and had the hotel block all calls to my room.
Went to the show. Smoked some street rock beforehand, took a few pills. Im like so wide-awake. Its general admission seatting and I end up next to this guy. Very cute, very clean, very young (found out 26 y/o, a fucking baby ). Very new. So like 3 songs in, he grabs my hand and I just start sweating so bad, cant breathe and I just have to take him back to my hotel room..And he was like the perfect gentle sadistic lover I need at the time. Happy to oblige my reqest to be choked out(but dont like, kill me) without being weird about it.He had "real" drugs so freaking intense. My room ended up a blood-spattered mess.Didnt leave the room for 3 days. Got very dirty. And I swear, I wont ever see him again, which means I can never go to Seattle again, or else I will. I wish I could see him right now.I would chain him up in my basement and only let him out when I want him. If I think about him, I cant sit still. Its almost a sick twisted physical pain. Hurts a little-lot. I like it.
So back home, my guy well..he is sorry for what he said but he's not happy I lost my phone. Hes disappointed I did not call and is pissed the hotel did not put his calls through. Theyre incompetant and we wont be staying with them ever again. Yes. Damn right.
15 years and I have never cheated. Its true. Even if I told him, he would never, in a million years believe that I would leave a disturbed show halfway through the fourth song....
I know Im a horrible person but..hes not putting out. He called my rock god a faggot. He was asking for it.......right?
I love you all and Im sorry if you read that