It feels strange to revisit my gallery and see photos like this where I looked with hatred at the males, obeying out of fear of punishment while i still struggling to hold on to feminist ideals while being raped daily.
okay this was a while ago but i miss pain like this. i miss my Daddy. i miss taking all his pain for him and crying his tears. even if he was a bad Daddy to me, no one has ever made me feel like he did.
