i’ve said it before but i hated my voice growing up.
along with hating my voice,
i hated my whole being as well.
i was always being picked on for something,
either at homeor at school.
i highlighted and enhanced everything i thought was wrong with me. i wasn’t like the other boys…
Uber-Masculine Played sports Playing “20 minutes of heaven inside her coochie” Fathers being proud of them
i had a high voice,
had feminine mannerisms,
many would consider “soft”,
and my father was slowly evolving into the bitter betty pokemon. i did love track and field and could run like black beauty.
in an “a-ha” momenttoday,
i realized something about all the things i “hated” about myself. all of those things i thought were “wrong” with me…
i will never forget being a cub and going out with my father one day.
i had to be about 8 or 9.
i was very shy growing up.
i literally only spoke whenspoken too.
my father brought me to show me off to one of his friends.
it was some older males and one older vixen.
i remember i was sitting in the front seat of his car.
i was literally just sitting there.
this older male looksat me and says:
there is a new magazineabout to hit the foxhole news stands. only for my wolves and hybrids tho.
issue with my foxes, i’m sure.
but it’s a real page turner…
although i feel like the wolves and hybrids won’t get past the magazine cover…