2009.11.13 22:01 Lesbian mom pornpics
2020.10.28 20:44 MurderSpahgurder Lesbian mom pornpics
I came out to my mom last night and she accepted me, she even agreed to get me a flag! I only recently identified and accepted myself as lesbian. I cried, I was terrified but she supports me so I'm very happy right now!
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2020.10.28 18:47 PapiPoetic 17 years on T regrets
This is long, so I understand if no one reads it.
I was just thinking about how I used to get so irritated and defensive when people asked if I regret starting testosterone. 17 years later, I admit I felt some type of way because I do regret it. I feel like testosterone ruined my life in many ways. I could've had a great basketball career and I gave it up to be a boy. I gave up past girlfriends in the beginning, that said I was too manly ( as a teen they were leaning more towards lesbian.) That's when I started dating hetro /bi questioning girls only after that. I just feel like I missed out on so much because of this, all it gave me was a lot of depression, sure I had a couple good years, but more depressing ones.
The little happiness (I call it the honeymoon stage) was temporary when I was younger. Sure I fit into the hetro role perfectly, never felt uncomfortable or unsafe in male spaces as a guy. They never knew I was born a girl. Sure I went through male puberty with my step bro and it was cool for what it was, but the high was gone when I became an adult. I also felt depressed because at the end of the day I would never be cis, and can't get a girl pregnant so what's the point? (for me). I never realized how much I cared about that until I was older.
Life is crazy, teen years I was happy about growing facial hair, now 33 I hate it. Even when I shaved it off it just wasn't the same and gave me extreme depression. I like my surgeries, no regrets on that part. But I admit I miss my pre T smooth hairless baby face and perfect hairline. It isn't just "vain" reasons why I feel like this though.
Back in the early 00s there wasn't terms like nonbinary. You couldn't get certain things unless being on T for x amount of time etc. It's not like it is today. I admit when I was younger I wanted to be a "normal" boy so bad, I wanted a penis, I wanted to be cis. But as an adult I hate that people see a man when they look at me. I don't want to be anything like cis men tbh. Everything I fantasized about manhood I realized as an adult was the toxic masculinity I grew up around.
Not sure why I've always wanted a penis so bad, I remember slightly from a child I felt a way that my boy cousins could pee standing up and I couldn't. I remember having my first grade crush and someone at school telling me you don't have a penis you can't like girls. I remember my first time watching porn and fantasizing I was the guy, no sexual attraction to him or his penis, I just wanted to be him and do everything he was doing to the women with his penis. I wanted to feel myself in a woman.
I've always felt disgusted after having an orgasm and having to touch myself to clean up. I never liked touching myself and felt embarrassed by how much fluid my body produced when I get turned on and when I orgasm. I mastered the art of giving myself an orgasm by grinding on things when I was young and it carried over to adulthood. I didn't have a orgasm with my hand until last year when I jerked my growth until climax for the first time. (Mb if tmi).
To this day I still never liked having a vagina and so no regrets on asking my surgeon for a vaginectomy. I chose meta over phallo, but have the option to upgrade to phallo in the future if I want. I'm not so sure if I will though. I like my mini that grew from my body. I wish I knew why I felt this way, why I ever felt born "wrong". And why testosterone never made me feel whole, only regret and depression. No therapist has been able to help me through this.
I remember when I was young pre T and many times mistaken as a pretty boy, I loved it. But it feels totally different than just being seen as plain ol man. I also never realized that I liked being that girl that can do all the "manly" things and whoop all the guys at sports. It was like a unicorn feeling I guess you can say. I also have a huge target on me being seen as a Black man in society, and I've hated it for so many years. Always prejudged as a thug criminal before people get to know me. Always feeling like I need to make society see that everyone is not like that. It's exhausting and I realized that is not my job to get idiots to stop being prejudice/racist bigots. Ugh that's a whole other rant. I can't stand people like that.
Anyway, I started identifying as nonbinary this year. I've been questioning for years. I had to be honest to myself that I've always felt mentally inbetween girl and boy. I grew up playing with everything, barbies, gi joes. Remote control cars etc. I was always the dad during play house. I loved dolls, I had a doll son and I was his dad. I didn't limit myself to toys. I was just a huge tomboy that played sports, climbed things, could beat any boy at anything, and hated pink and dresses. I've always been masculine since a kid. And I was ashamed to be seen as a "masculine female" around 13 is when it started. Society made me hate myself for being a stud. I cringed at being called a lesbian, especially the few times I was called a d*ke growing up. Idk I think maybe I had some internalized homophobia, not in a hateful way, but in a ashamed way.
I'll always be masc to an extent, but I never got to grow into my femininity and appreciate being born female. Mentally I've always had some connection there, I always felt like that was the reason that made me a better "man" than cis men, because my brain is wired in between, and the women I dated also made me feel that way. I never got the full experience though, whatever that is. I never felt like a woman, like what does that even feel like idk. That's how I know I am just inbetween. Whatever that is. Genderless I guess..idk.
I wish I would've realized these feelings sooner. Like, for example, I actually like my nails painted (I recently started) and experimenting with makeup for the first time, like black lipstick and mascara. I love the look, especially with my baggy black tees etc. that I've been wearing since a teen. That's just my style when I'm not dressed business casual (for special occasions).
I'm not detransitioning perse, as I never fully felt like I transitioned to male spiritually /mentally. I don't want to be a woman or man. But I do want to stop T eventually. I have to figure out the safest way (with my dr.) since I have no female organs anymore.
Anyway, wow this is longer than I intended. My bad for the length. It feels good to release this. I don't have anyone to talk to. I left facebook months ago, as I felt distant from all the trans guys I've gotten to know over the years. I never got to know any trans masc nonbinary people like myself. All of the trans dudes I've met have been the we are men type and many expressing toxic masculinity. I don't have any RL friends, had to kick toxic ones to the curb, and the few close "associate" type friends, we fell off over the years, or maybe I alienated myself...I guess I can admit I kind of fell off the face of the earth and only deal with a few people in my family.
I've also been single (by choice) for the past 6 years, after I broke up with my ex girlfriend. I've talked here and there over the years but nothing serious. I've been busy trying to figure me out and "find" myself I guess. I feel like I've wasted so many years depressed from dealing with being trans. No, it's not internal transphobia, as I don't have an issue with it. It's the testosterone that I hate and wish I never started.
I don't feel comfortable sharing this with my family. I don't want them to worry. They know I can get super depressed out of no where and completely just shut down and close everyone out. They get worried, thinking I might be over here trying to harm myself. But I'm not on that, I haven't had those thoughts in years.
My mom sort of noticed the difference in me over the past year. I grew my hair out, its getting pretty long. My mom loves it and recently begged me not to cut it again, I was a little taken aback by her request. I didn't realize how much she missed my long hair. I started cutting it at 13. When she saw me in mascara she was shocked (she hasn't seen me in lipstick yet). She laughed a little with a surprised look, and said "what are you going through?" Then told me how good I looked.
I haven't told them I identify as nonbinary, I'm pretty sure they have no clue what that is. I have gay/bi/lesbian/pan people (cousins etc) in my family but I think I'm the only trans person. When I came out as trans it was a learning experience for all. My grandmas will be 86 in dec. I'm not about to try to get her to say they/them and learn all of this new terminology. Or correct every stranger. Immediate family have been calling me he/him for damn near 20 years. They've always been respectful to call me by my chosen name. That's good enough for me. Idc much about pronouns anyway. I am curious to see how they'll react to my painted nails and subtle makeup though. I myself am still trying to be comfortable in public with it, and also deal with the anxiety of being judged for it. I half way don't give af about what people think, but I'd be lying if I said I don't think about it.
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2020.10.28 18:29 jaceackergay Lesbian mom pornpics
tw/ mentions of homophobia
Hi,, anyone here na nagcome out na sa religious nanay/tatay? Our household isn't really that hardcore/strict when it comes to religion, pero pag napupunta sa mga ganon yung usapan e nagiging mapangaral na si mama about sa mga bible stuff (ofc kasama na don mga homophobic views). my father, not so much pero judging from my experience i think disgusted siya sa LGBTQIA+
It's been years since i realized that I'm queer (w/o label), and i tried giving my mom some hints about it (like defending lgbt rights or joking that what if i ended up with a girl) in hopes na baka magbigay siya ng positive comment but to no avail lol. recently po im starting to think na i might be lesbian wc is worse kasi that's very far from her dream of me ever getting married with her ideal man.
now I've been told that i must do me, that i shouldn't be bothered kasi I'm not my parents' possession naman. I've thought about that, but regardless if they're accepting or not i love them so much and i couldn't risk them getting mad at me. nag iipon na nga sana ako at a young age, kasi naisip ko sana na if ever im capable already, bubukod na ako para pag nagcome out ako at nakick out ako, handa na. pero ngayon pa lang im bothered na with the thought of them esp my mom na magalit sakin.
also, i have a girlfriend and i would love for them to meet her kaso ayun nga. if anyone can give me advice i would gladly appreciate it. mahal na mahal ko kasi si bakla and I can't afford to let go of her in case na magkaconflict with my family. nakakafrustrate lang lelz
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2020.10.28 12:33 0ld_Spor7 Lesbian mom pornpics
Hai! My name is Nikki, and I am transgender. I was born, and still am, biologically male, but I identify as a female. I am Lesbian and Polyamorous. I tried coming out to my mom, who is SUPER supportive of ALL of the LGBTQ+ community, which is why her response to me coming out as trans surprised me. And not in a good way...
She looked me dead in the eyes and said “I don’t believe you are transgender.” And I lost my shit. She’s supportive, so how is this the case? She’s also one of those “just a phase” people, but when I came out as bisexual (I was a while ago, but am now lesbian), she was supportive of it. I’m confused. I don’t need help recovering, but I need help on how to persuade her that I am serious.
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2020.10.28 12:07 throwawaymysister_ Pornpics mom lesbian
When I was 6 yrs old and she was 15, she punched me in the face a few times and forcefully slammed the door on my temple on purpose. (My head was between the door and she slammed it shut.) She also called me a spoiled brat and basically thought I was the biggest a-hole ever, even though I never did anything to her. (At least not that I know of.)
When we got older (I was 17-18 yrs old) we got along better. She was one of the first people who knew I had a girlfriend. (I'm a bisexual female) I also used to do cosplay. Back then my sister didn't say anything about those things, but it seems that she decided to storage that information so that she could use it against me later.
My sister has kids, the older (M) is 19 and the younger (A) is 14. When they were small, my sister used to treat the older sibling like crap and favor the younger one. She would say things like "A is the most and only important thing in my world" while M heard it all. And when our relatives gave them gifts, she would force M to give her gifts to A, if A decided that M has something she wants. I told my sister that this is not okay and we argued about it a lot because she didn't see anything wrong with her actions. (She never does.) In many ways she failed to give her kids a stable home and in the end M moved to live with her father. One of the biggest reasons why M moved out was because my sister was about to go live in Algeria with a man she had never met in real life and obviously M's father didn't want to let M go there. (M and A have different fathers, we live in Northern Europe.)
My sister has always said that it was our mom's fault that our dad cheated on her. She thinks our dad (who was never around) was the most perfect dad ever and blames our mom for every bad thing that has happened to her in her life. (Our mom is toxic in a way, I'm not denying that...)
Just before our dad died we visited him in the hospital. She would later on use this moment against me.
3 yrs ago my sister suffered a psychosis and she was involuntarily placed into a mental hospital and temporarily lost the custody of her younger child as well. She got better and she got her daughter back. She also build a better relationship with both of her kids. Everything was fine until...
This fall she fell ill again and this time it's worse than before. She thinks the government is after her and she's an important politician who's in danger. According to her, me and a few other family members who have tried to get her into treatment, are pedophiles and murderers. She has been spreading lies about us online continuously and she's especially focusing on me.
These are the things she has written about me:
2020.10.28 05:41 Tothemangawhore Lesbian mom pornpics
My mom thinks I’m pansexual and sadly thinks there’s a slight chance imma get with a man. Hahahaha no.
I’m just nervous bout telling her I’m lesbian. I know she gets weirded out because when I remind her I like girls she just kind of go silent ( which is why I normally won’t talk about crushes in front of her ).
Any advice on how I should come out?
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2020.10.28 05:19 ifonlyiwasme Lesbian mom pornpics
Please forgive formatting, I'm on mobile
7 simple words. Why are they so hard to say? One sentence that's impossible for me to tell my wife of 16 years. We've been together for 22 years, half of my life. She has known for nearly all of our time together about my desire/need to crossdress. When we were first dating, I felt that my desires were limited to just crossdressing. I didn’t really know about trans people and I assured her that I had no desire to be a woman or make any “permanent” changes. I did not hate being a man, but that was 20 years ago and a lot has changed. I love everything about women. I am very attracted to them, but more importantly, I am very jealous of them. When I see young women, I feel sad thinking that could have been me. When I see middle aged women, I get excited thinking that could be me. I am now obsessed with those 7 simple words yet cannot say them.
A little back story for context. I am AMAB and have been dressing for as long as I can remember. My earliest memories were from around 4-5 years old. I always wanted to be a girl when playing “house" and had started wearing nylons in secret. My parents divorced when I was around 7. I lived with my mother until she came out as lesbian when I was 11. My very religious father brainwashed me into living with him. My desire to dress had started to accelerate quite a bit. At 13 I was caught shoplifting nylons and was beaten pretty badly by my father. I know that the beating was because of what I shoplifted, and not the act itself. Shortly after, I went to live with my mother and her wife.
They were very understanding of my desire to dress and encouraged me to do whatever made me happy. I don’t ever remember discussing the possibility of me being trans. It was the late 80’s and not as much information was available as now. I dressed mostly in private at home, and took advantage of occasions like Halloween and pride festivals to dress publically.
At about 19 yo I had a girlfriend that accepted me completely. We lived together and I dressed as often as I could. I still did not have any idea that being trans was a thing. Our relationship ended badly and my girlfriend tried outing my crossdressing to all of my friends. Fortunately for me, they thought she was crazy, but it resulted in an emergency purge of all of my stuff.
Shortly after the breakup I met my wife. I was terrified to tell her about my dressing. After about 6 months, I finally told her. It did not go well and resulted in a temporary breakup. I was very much in love and we ended up getting back together. The dressing was still something that she was not fully accepting of. She didn’t mind undergarments, but did not want to see me fully dressed, let alone with makeup. I thought that I could be happy with panties, nylons, and bras. They were my favorite things and I thought it was a fair compromise. She had 2 children, 6 and 9, so anything more than undergarments would have been hard to do without telling the children.
We married after 6 years of dating in 2004, and I spent our wedding night in beautiful lingerie. She had become accepting of dressing a bit more, and had given me clothing on several occasions. She didn’t mind skirts, blouses, and heels, but didn’t like me to wear dresses for some reason. I still didn’t know about the possibility of being trans. I was pretty happy with our life and her becoming more accepting of my dressing. Even still, my desires continued to grow. Sometimes dressing was all I could think about.
Fast forward to late 2009. We were in the middle of recession, and an opportunity for good paying work presented itself. My mother(s) knew several people that wanted some remodeling done. They were in one state and we were half way across the country. I went to stay with my mother(s) and work was very plentiful. The subject of my dressing came up and I told my mom(s) that I was still dressing. They told me to feel free to dress as much as I wanted. Shortly after, I did some work for the owner of an LGBT night club. I decided that I wanted to go over there fully dressed. I purchased a wig, way too much makeup, and several new outfits. I was terrified to go, but had an amazing time. I finally felt like myself, and Amber was born. I stayed with my mom(s) for over a year, and spent several nights a week at the club. I even performed in the weekly drag show a few times. The high I was feeling was amazing.
Eventually my mom(s) became concerned for my marriage and decided that they should let my wife know what was going on. It was a major betrayal of her trust and I understood that completely. I was after all, calling to say goodnight, and then heading out to the club as often as I could. It led to many conversations about my dressing. I had never felt extreme gender dysphoria, but the extreme gender euphoria was too much to ignore. These tear-filled conversations eventually led to my wife and I's first public outing together. I was still convinced that I could live life happily with a limited crossdressing life. Our kids were still living with us but now 18 and 20. Telling them was not an option. Not really because of them, but fear of the rest of the family finding out.
Fast forward to present day. I have continued to suppress the desire to dress, but it's nearly all I think about. I wear panties every day, and a bra every minute I possibly can. My wife and I have only gone out a handful of times in the past 10 years, and it’s been at least 5 years since we have. Our youngest child is still with us along with our 3 yo granddaughter. I don’t want to lose my wife and family, but I fear I will live forever in the closet. I have secretly purchased supplements and a noogleberry to try to grow breasts. I have had some success but really want full breasts or to have implants someday. I shave my body completely and use feminine smelling body washes and lotions. Any little thing I can do to make myself feel more feminine. I want to start HRT so I can have softer skin and curves. I’m sad that my receding hairline may have reached the point of no return. Maybe I’d get some of it back, but I used to have beautiful hair.
I suppose that my hesitation has mostly been a fear of losing my family, ignorance on my part, some denial, and maybe trying to be “normal" by society’s standards. I also have fears about never being passable. Not out of vanity, just fear of violence towards me or my family. I also have a fairly stocky frame but hopeful that HRT would help change that. I really want to get out of the “manly” jobs I’ve been doing my whole life. I’d love nothing more than to find a job that I can just be true self. Skirts, dresses, heels, nails, jewelry, and makeup every day. I hope someday I’ll work up the courage to get over my fears and say those 7 simple words to my wife.
“Help me be the woman I am"
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2020.10.28 04:41 euphoria2468 UGH
GOSH DARNIT IDIOT TIKTOK FYP WHY DID YOU HAVE A VIDEO WITH MY DANGANRONPA CRUSH IN IT APPEAR ON MY STEPCOUSINS FYP SHE SAID "CAN YOU FIND YOUR CRUSH IN HERE" AND I SAID "LETS SEE" AND SHE PLAYED THE VIDEO AND IT WAS A BUNCH OF CHARACTERS AND SHE PAUSED ON ALL OF THEM WHEN SHE PAUSED ON MONOKUMA SHE SAID "IS IT THE PANDA" AND I SAID "THAT NOT A PANDA BEAR BUT ANYWAYS NO CUZ THAT'S ZOOPHILIA" AND THEN SHE PAUSED AGAIN ON A BUNCH OF GIRLS AND SHE KEPT SAYING "IS IT THIS ONE" AND I SAID "NO I'M STRAIGHT" AND "THAT'S A GIRL SO NO" AND THEN SHE PAUSED ON MY CRUSH AND SAID "HIM?" AND I SAID "UHHH.." AND MY IDIOT BRAIN TOLD ME THAT I CAN'T LIE AND THAT I'LL BE BAD AT IT IF I TRY TO LIE AT THIS TIME SO I HAD TO WHISPER "YES.. JUST DON'T TELL ANYONE ELSE.. ESPECIALLY NOT MY MOM.. SHE WILL MAKE FUN OF ME FOR 5 YEARS AND TELL MY DAD AND HE WILL MAKE FUN OF ME TOO.. JUST SMILE AND SCROLL" I SAID WHILE MADLY BLUSHING AND SHAKING WITH FEAR AND SHE SAID "OK" AND SHE ADDED THE VIDEO ON HER FAVORITES AND SHE KEPT PLAYING IT ALL DAY AND EVEN THO THE MUSIC WAS GOOD SHE LITERALLY PLAYED THE VIDEO WHILE HER SISTER WAS AROUND AND I WAS BLUSHING WHILE WHISPERING "SCROLL SCROLL!" AND WE WENT IN THE ROOM AND THE SISTER FOLLOWED US AND WE WERE TALKING ABOUT THE SECRET AND SHE CAME IN AND SAID "WHY DO YOU GUYS KEEP WALKING AWAY FROM ME" AND THE SECRET BUDDY SAID "IT'S A SECRET OK" AND THEN ME AND HER RAN TO THE BACKYARD AND THE SIS FOLLOWED US AND SHE CAME TO US SAYING "(SECRET BUDDY'S NAME) I KNOW WHAT YOU DID YOU LIKE EUPHORIA2468" AND SECRET BUDDT SAID "UM NO" AND I SAID "WUT" AND THEN THEY MADE TIKTOKS AND SECRET BUDDY WANTED TO USE MY PHONE AND I SAID "NO" AND SHE MOUTHED "I'LL TELL WHO YOUR CRUSH" AND I SAID "NO DON'T FINE HERE" AND THEN THE SIS SAID "WUT" AND AFTER THAT SECRET BUDDY SAID "UGH COME ON EUPHORIA2468 LET'S GO IN THE LIVING ROOM" AND THEN WE WALKED INSIDE AND THE SIS SAID "BYE VAGINA FACE" TO SECRET BUDDY AND WE SAT ON THE COUCH AND THE SIS FOLLOWED US AND I SAID "I NEED TO GO OUTSIDE" SO I WENT WHILE SECRET BUDDY USED MY PHONE AND I HYPERVENTILATED OUTSIDE AND KEPT TELLING MYSELF THAT I SCREWED UP AND WHEN I WENT BACK INSIDE SECRET BUDDY TOLD ME THAT THE SIS SAID SHE THINKS I LIKE HER AND I'M LIKE AH POOP HERE WE GO AGAIN, WANNA KNOW WHY, BECAUSE LAST YEAR IN THIS EXACT SAME MONTH (OCTOBER) I ASKED A GIRL WHAT HER HALLOWEEN COSTUME WAS GONNA BE AND THEN AFTERSCHOOL HER BF TOLD ME SHE SAID SHE THINKS I LIKE HER BUT GUESS WHAT I WAS ARO ACE BACK THEN SO I DIDNT LIKE ANYONE AND ALSO SHE TURNED OUT TO BE THE LESBEIAN BECAUSE THIS YEAR IN LATE AUGUST 2020 ON ZOOM SHE HAD A LESBIAN HAIRCUT AND A RAINBOW FLAG ON HER WALL IN HER ROOM AND HER SNAPCHAT HAD A RAINBOW FLAG EMOJI NEXT TO HER NAME AND FIRST OFF NO ONE ASSUMES I LIKE THEM NO ONE AND I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS I ALREADY TOLD THE SIS THAT IM A TOONOPHILE GEEZ PEOPLE HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU. I. AM. A. STRAIGHT. GOSH. DARN. TOONOPHILE. AND. I. DONT. LIKE. REAL. PEOPLE. OR. THE. SAME. GENDER. WHICH. MEANS. I. DONT. LIKE. YOU. GOOD DAY SIR
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2020.10.28 02:50 latinuh96 Lesbian mom pornpics
I (23f) remember bathing with my mom when I was 6 and saw her boobs for the first time in my “making memories” phase. She said “STOP STARING! What are you??? Lesbian???” And was involved in the Jehovah Witness church until I was 15. The internalized homophobia is real.
I have a gay uncle. I love him more than my biological dad and (sorry) as much as my mom. He means the world to me. He was shunned from my family when he came out. I fear that will happen to me.
I have NEVER had a serious relationship where I bring someone home so i, currently fitting with a girl, am suddenly sticker with the fear of “oh shit what if she’s my girlfriend soon?” I want to be proud of who I love.
What do I do? I’m scared. But I know in my heart and head that I like both sexes. Someone help. I don’t want any potential same sexual dates to feel like I’m ashamed of them. I also don’t want my family to judge me.
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2020.10.28 02:33 Bill-Cypher-lives Lesbian mom pornpics
Cast: Me-M Friend- A or Alexa (not her real name) Friends wife-J Entitled Parent- EM child- nc Police- P1 & P2
So my friend A is bi but I am straight but I helped her whenever I could. A is a famous artist and she was featured in the pride parade one year and she asked me to help her. (I also love to do art) So when she asked me to help her I immediately said yes and I flew to the city where she was living. A and J picked me up at the airport and we went to her house. She said that she had nearly everything but needed a few things from Walmart. Now here is the script. We arrive at Walmart and get everything for her float and we head to the self checkout (It is easier to do this) and we buy it. Now to the good part. Side note I have know both A and J since we were children.
M- So what do you want me to do when we get back. A- Oh I just need you to get things that are down at the small corners. side note2 both A and J are tall and I am pretty short. M- k Em- OMG are you fing both of them you hoe. M- what? Em- are you fing two different girls. M- what no I am their friend. Em- no we all know you are a hoe just admit it. M- Mrs please stop there are children here. Nc- mom lets just go and get groceries this is why dad is getting a divorce from you. Em- shut up Nc the adults are talking. Now back to you stop lying and just tell the truth. M whispers to my friend to get in the car because I know what she will do if she finds out that she is bi. Now me to the Em- Lady just sto.... Em- WHAT ARE YOU BUYING!!!!!!! rips the bag away from my friend OMG are you LGBT+! M- no I am not but my friend is please give it back. Em- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Being LGBT+ is a sin and she will burn in hell! A- Ma’am I don’t believe in God so you have no power against me. Em- OMG!!!!!!!!! Now you will die alone you sinner! J finally speaks up after being in the phone- Ma’am leave my wife alone the police are on there way give it back or I will have to force it away. Em-NOOOOOOOOOOO! You’re a sinner I will not let sinners ship here. Nc- Mom you’re making a scene just give it back to them. Em- Noooooooooo! They are sinners and don’t worship god they will burn in hell! M- Ma’am j am a Christian and believe in Jesus and I am completely fine with her if you are homophobic leave her alone. Police show up. P1- Sir what is happening. M- this woman stole what we bought and is arguing with us. A and J conforming it. They check the security footage. P2- Ma’am you are under arrest blah blah blah. Em is fighting to get away from the police- you will burn in hell. Nc- MOM THIS IS WHY I THIS IS MY LAST WEEK WOTH YOU AND HAVE ONLY TOLD DAD AND HIS GIRLFRIEND THAT I AM LESBIAN! Em stunned- THEN YOU CAN GO BURN IN HELL WITH THEM. Once the police officers got her in the car they said. P1- hey we are going to have to call her father can you and P2 stay here. M after asking A and J- yeah. While waiting for her dad A and J taught Nc all about the LGBT+ community and to always stay yourself. Her dad- thank you for staying with her did her mom go of on the girls for being LGBT? M- yeah how did you know. Hd = her dad- this isn’t the first time this is why I am getting a divorce. Nc- Mom knows. HD- what was her reaction NC- I will let you tell him M- she screamed Then you can go burn in hell with them. HD- this is also why I got full custody Part 2 in the comments
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2020.10.27 17:00 yuuuuuuukiiiiiii Lesbian mom pornpics
I love my dad and he loves me. He isn't perfect, but he is good. My mom hid everything she could from him and caused him to disbelieve me when I was younger. I told him about a handful of years ago that I shouldn't have to move out of state to live my life and he sadly agreed, knowing I was referencing my mother.
I did move out of state. I'm married. Neither of my parents know I'm married and it's been close to a year. My mother pulled all the plugs on relationships back when I was dependent on her and was nasty when I wasn't dependent but still lived in the same area as her. I plan on having a family. I moved in no small part because of this. My dad would be a great grandpa, especially when kids are young. He's still young and athletic for his age, very book smart, has a lot to teach. He worked a lot throughout my childhood, but I loved spending time with him.
He's married to my mom and would never divorce her. He sincerely loves her. I think she finds him convenient, but I'm not going to guess what's in her heart with a relationship that doesn't involve me. Point is, it would be unfair to ask him to keep as big a secret from her as grandchildren. It's also unfair to him to keep this from him. At the end of the day, this shouldn't control my life and my dreams that I've worked extremely hard for in so many ways.
Besides my mom, there's her extended family featuring such awesome relatives as Cousin Autism-Martyr-Mom who accused me publicly of saying I want her disabled son to die. Of course I would never say anything like that. She's just a more modern version of my mom, another narcissist causing drama for pity. My mom has convinced a number of relatives of her generation (and probably at least that one cousin in my generation) that I'm crazy and stupid and should be locked up. She's been convincing them of this with no evidence other than her lies since my childhood. My dad has no clue.
Also my mom and her relatives went batshit on my sister for being gay. My sister still regularly visits our parents anyway. She says she agrees with our mom on most things anyway. She can be an atheist and a lesbian and still be my homophobic Christian mom's golden child. That never surprised me. Anyway, my spouse is a trans woman (and I'm a cis woman). My wife is not afraid of my mom, but I'm not letting my mom near my wife.
I won't let the family I'm making be hurt by the family I was born to. That's ultimately the most important thing. I just need advice on dealing with the heartache about my dad, beyond thinking of the hell that would happen if he did know. It hurts. I would appreciate anything from personal experience, if you've been through anything similar.
Part of me still feels guilty for things like not letting my parents take my dog camping years ago, but of course I know my mom would have used that as a trap to steal my dog and gaslight everyone about it. My pets are safe and happy without that influence. Raising them on my own was a test of my willpower and I passed, I get it.
I talk to my dad sometimes and occasionally see him while we work on my car, something I could do without him but we both know it's an excuse we have to see each other. I talk to my sister less frequently and my mom and her family never, except for attending my grandmother's funeral in February (and even then, didn't interact with Cousin Crazy).
My wife trusts my decisions, as it's my family and she wants us safe and happy as much as I do.
Ages, if it matters: I'm 30, my wife's 34, sister's 25, cousin's 32, my parents are late 60s
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