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I am pretty sure I am only attracted to girls, but I quickly get erect when imagining myself getting feminized and fucked by a man...

bruh this shit scared me. Do I really have to hear this every time I refresh the catalog?

/qa/ has returned

we are human too

I hate incels. Have never met a single incel that I liked or thought was a good person. Every single incel I've ever met was a slimy, disgusting, evil, manipulative loser.

The absolute worst thing about incels is their entitlement. They act like their owed things for the lowest amount of effort possible. Listen up you retard. Just because you waved and said hello doesn't mean you are owed friendship or pussy.

You can't pretend to be nice just to get something in exchange. That isn't being nice. Lmao losers.

The other funny thing about incels is that they refuse to take advice. You could give an incel a step by step guide on how to fix their problems but they wouldn't even follow it. He would just while about how difficult it would be to chance and incent reasons why it wouldn't work. Even if they have no experience or knowledge to know if it would work or not.

Incels need to be imprisoned away from polite society.

As a man, I'm starting to realize women may actually have a point and that worthless disgusting incels should basically all fuck off and die honestly

May cooler heads prevail

Looking back on my middle school years I might be the most depraved 8th grade (bio) girl that ever was.
>Would continually masturbate in class to completion, even if I wasn't in the back
>Would look at porn in class at EVERY chance, I knew people were watching but didn't care (thankfully no one tattled)
>Would draw porn on all the desks, overheard some kids even complimenting the art (the math teacher asked me if I drew it, I said no, and he just took that at face value and didn't erase it for a week)
>Would steal the jackets of my my crushes (male and female) then masturbate, wipe up my wetness with them, and put them in the lost and found (they ALL wore them afterwards)
>Girls used my lipstick sometimes and I'd lick their spit off like it was the last drop of water in the sahara desert
>Made a point to jerk off in every single bathroom in the school
Beat that.

It was a cool spring day in Pasadena, California. Sheldon was enjoying a day off, hanging out alone at home, while his wife, Amy, was away and busy at work. He was deeply engrossed in a rather long comic book, this time, about one of his favorite heroes, Green Lantern, also known as Hal Jordan. As Sheldon flipped through the pages, he couldn't help but have his eyes linger on Hal's skintight suit, with rippling muscles contained within. Sheldon's mind drifted from fantasy to fantasy, daydreaming of the hero's Adonis-like body, skin glistening with sweat within his spandex uniform. "No," the physicist said to himself, "this is wrong. I'm married to Amy Farah Fowler - I mean Amy Farah Cooper".

He couldn't believe the Freudian slip he'd just made, even though he was the only one in the room. He was, of course, married. But deep down, he had a dark desire for something g different. In truth, he was disgusted by Amy. Her frumpy, pudgy body was not pleasing to his critical eyes, nor was her pushy demeanor; and in fact, he hated sex or any sort of intimacy with her. No, in the most secret part of himself, he actually loved Hal Jordan. He lusted for Hal, really. From the outside, it may not have been obvious to others, other than the fact that Sheldon's favorite shirts were Green Lantern themed and he owned nearly every comic book and media merchandise product for the character. It was sometimes all he could think about, despite his constant denial of this fact in his mind. But, for now, Sheldon put those thoughts aside. It was never to be, he thought to himself. After all, Hal was just a fictional character. His fantasy could never be truly fulfilled. Or so he thought.

Sheldon closed the comic book and went to get some fresh air, which for him, was quite a rare thing. He figured he needed to clear his head of such thoughts, reset his brain perhaps. As he stepped outside, he took a deep breath of the cool, crisp air, but outof the corner of his eye, he saw...

(Part 1/?)