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Allen, Texas, United States
Imagine you're attracted to women...but they don't exist. You have the natural urge to want to be with women, ♥♥♥♥ women, and enjoy women's company, but they do not exist. They only exist in stories people tell you. Sometimes you see them on the big screen. Every time you tell someone you're attracted to women, people say you're weird, stupid and that you need help or need to die. People say you should be attracted to something else, like normal people, and that your attraction to women is fake, a fluke in the system. People say your attraction isn't love but sin, which isn't normal. But to you, women are normal and everyone else is crazy.
That's what it's like for me. I am sexually and emotionally attracted to hobbits. But they do not and will never exist. No matter what I do, hobbits will never exist. Not even suicide, because heaven or hell, hobbits wouldn’t be there. Life or death, the pain is the same. Endless. It hurts so much...