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Dear Son, On the day that you were born you made everything alright. I had temporarily managed to get away from your father. He had beaten me up so badly when I was a few months pregnant with you, and I decided to run with your sister and take the consequences. So we ran. I […]
MoreMotherhood leaves permanent milk stains on you. While the kids play boy as girl games and people enquire as to my pronouns, I want to show them my permanent milk stains and flash my own personal womanhood in response to their ridiculousness. What else can I be? Can I sew on a dick to my […]
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