Thoughts on Failure ~

 Have you ever thought about how you came to this point in your life? How you failed to be a man, how you love dressing up in frilly and cute outfits rather than go to the gym? How you're spending the day posing for a man for a photoshoot which is just about you posing like a girl in different outfits ending the day with you naked on a bed with a life like dildo inside of you, barefoot and exposed with a face full of horror, sadness and excitment as you're captured as who you are? I have.

At this moment of when this picture was taken of me, I wasn't thinking of all of this though, I was thinking of how turned on I was. How excited I was to see myself and put on make up and fuck myself silly in all sorts of humiliating poses, all in front of a man. It's not something new for me, I've done this a few times now, I love it.

But I do think later on, now. About how I lost my girlfriends, my masculinity and dignity when I chose to do these things. How a better man called Ed who I was once so angry of but now I realize I was masking my own failures stole my girlfriend so easily. It's not shocking that it happened when I go ahead and do stuff like this. There's so many more pictures I have but sadly until I get a VPN I might not share as I'd love a bigger audience first either here or on reddit.

Do you think I'm a failure of a man and destined rightfully so as a sissy pansy? Let me know what you think of my picture too ~ <3 xoxo