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Since my divorce I’ve read some of this sites stories as scientific research. Writers reveal selves in work. This writer is cool. Her characters only do what they want as it should be. Sure many wouldn’t approve of behavior in real world but I’ve seen this behavior & it never bothered me.

I looked like a movie star super hero. Hot females still ask me out or offer sex & I’m in my 50’s. When I was young I was endlessly hit on. Females flashes me & you name it. So long as it was harmless I didn’t care. I’d have neighbors flash me for yrs.

I actually knew older females like this in high school & college. Endlessly flashing me. I always wondered why they got off flashing me. But I realized a truth. I’m beautiful; my body is like a super hero, & I’m very polite. I never hurt an innocent. Women dream of a man like me. So I just accepted it. So these women seem wild but I’ve met and known women like them.

For me this is therapy. As a child I looked like a beautiful girl. Then a beautiful boy once puberty hit. My parents gave me away. My whole childhood I was abused in every way including forced nudity & sex. It was so weird. Many adults of both sexes will just stare at nude children if given a chance. Serious medical conditions gave me PTSD. I now relive my childhood. Raped & mollested every day in my mind all over again. Many of these writers force their characters to do things. That angers me cause that was my childhood. I like this writer because the characters are choosing to act this way.

Many beautiful women could never understand me. They’d throw selves at me but I felt like a stud horse. People wanted to use me for sexual fantasies. I was their dream. But I wanted love. I wanted to be respected. I finally found a woman who treated me that way & married her in my early 20’s. So sweet. But she aged & externally I didn’t. Beautiful women would ask me out in front of her & ask if she was my wife. They think I’m about 30. No wrinkles yet.

Then I started reliving my childhood. I grew distant from her. Broke her heart. She divorced me after about 35 yrs of happiness. We are still best friends. I’m trying to beat my flash backs. Trying to understand why so many wanted to see me nude; touch me; show me themselves. I was first mollested at about age 3; & it continued thru my teen yrs. They are dead; but I relive it. They broke me. I can’t stand to be touched. I only ever wanted my wife too. I wish I could be normal. My disease has torn me apart. I can’t imagine surviving another yr. I’ll die alone it seems. I can’t turn my past off. I miss my wife & kids. But I withdrew from them as I was overwhelmed by my past.

I wish I’d had a choice like this writer gives her characters. I wish I could have enjoyed being nude or sex. Instead it’s tied to horrible memories in my mind.