TMI Tuesday - Oh Today, End Already.
I had a 10:00 AM. Midterm for English. I had no idea what to write during the essay portion. I walked around school waiting for my best friend who ended up not being able to make it. I was kind of sad about it but got over it, there is always next time. I eventually take the long way home. I like walking on the borderline of Newark and Belleville to my house. It gives me a chance to walk and think. I come home and I see my mom and her boyfriend sitting on the couch and they tell me to sit down. In my head I’m thinking, “Wtf is going on.” They begin to ask me if I have a problem and that they wanted to know if I was an alcoholic and addicted to sleeping pills. It was like they were fucking holding an intervention for me. This was all said to them by my sister. At first I thought it was a joke until my mom kept pushing the issue and told me to come clean. Of course, I lied about the sleeping pills. I am somewhat addicted. Ok I admit I’m fucking addicted to sleeping aids and remedies. I can’t help it. As fucked up as it is, I only get about five hours of sleep a night, if that. Because of my insomnia, stress and snoring sister, I need something to boost the melatonin in my body to cause me to sleep. As far as alcohol is concerned, I haven’t drank alcohol for maybe over a month. I think my last drink was towards the ending of the summer. I don’t drink in excess because I don’t even have money to even support that habit if I had it.
What really fucks me up about this situation is that my sister is the one who is constantly drinking, smoking weed, popping god knows what pills, doing ecstasy, has stolen from my mother and she has sold drugs various times to support her habits. Not once have I ever told on her for all the fucked up shit she has done. But to make herself look better in an argument with my mother, she takes something I do and flips it.
I am beyond hurt and angry.
I Am The Boy
This is my story. I give myself to you. It’s still Tuesday. Here is your TMI.
I Am The Boy
By Jean Roy
I am the boy who was pronounced dead after three hours of labor, weighing a half of a pound to a nearly dying fifteen year old mother.
I am the boy that lived in a one bed room apartment infested with rats and roaches and the only place I had to lay my head at night was a small mattress in the kitchen with all the burners to the stove on, to keep me warm.
I am the boy who watched his mother get beaten by the countless men she thought were father figure material.
I am the boy who was lied to about his father.
I am the boy who at the age of six was raped on Christmas day 1996 by the two perverts that lived downstairs from me.
I am the boy who was verbally and physically abused by my mothers boyfriend at the age of seven.
I am the boy who suffered severe blood loss from a tumor that was beaten in by the man my mother called “Her other half”
I am the boy that had his fingers burned on the stove, and locked in basement closets so that my cousins could go to the movies, while I stayed behind, drowning in my own tears and covered in my own piss because of fear.
I am the boy who endured a custody battle between my mother and my grandmother because my mother slammed me against the floor causing a nail to stay stuck inside my body, she hid the abuse because she did not want social services to take me away from her.
I am the boy who was disowned by his biological father because he didn’t have room in his life for me.
I am the boy who at the age of thirteen was molested by his uncle and his mothers boyfriends brother more than 45 times.
I am the boy that has witnessed his best friend shoot himself in the head right in front of him.
I am the boy who watched his aunt die thin and weak from Aids.
I am the boy who has cut to try and control the pain.
I am the boy who starved himself, worked out too much and binged on repeat for three years because he wanted to be thin and cute just like how all the other people in the world were.
I am the boy who has tried to commit suicide more times that I can remember.
I am the boy who is broken.
Although I am not shiny and new, like all the other boys out there, I too have a story.
I am the boy that wants to be heard.
Now will you listen?
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All Rights Reserved
TMI Tuesday
Feel free to leave me some questions Here And read the ones I already answered at the link below.
TMI Tuesday
I haven’t masturbated in 5 days. I feel like my penis and balls are getting heavy.
TMI Tuesday
Have you gotten laid this week?
Nope.
Ever had sex in a public place?
Yes
Ever laugh during sex?
Yes
Ever cry during sex? If so, why?
Yes. I was so excited about the money I was receiving afterwards.
Do you like to cuddle after sex?
Yes. It is my favorite.
Ever regret sex with someone?
No.
Ever faked an orgasm?
That’s kind of hard with guys.
Dirty talk or stfu?
Depends on the situation or person.
Ever have unprotected sex?
Yes
Ever masturbate to your friend’s significant other?
I did one time.
Ever have a threesome?
No.
Ever watch porn during sex?
Yes.
Ever thought of someone else during sex?
All the time.
Has the condom ever broken?
Maybe Twice.
What is your most embarrassing sexual experience?
When I was losing my virginity anally, I passed out. LOL Horrible, I know.
How old were you when you lost your virginity?
15
Who would you like to have sex with right now?
Your dad.
Do you like 69?
Love it.
Are you horny now?
All the time, especially now.
How many sexual partners?
3 Anal, 5 Oral.
Do you like sex in the car?
It is ok.
Do you still talk to the person you lost virginity to?
No.
Ever have sex with a relative/friends significant other?
Never with a relative. My friends boyfriend, Yeah.
Ever been with a cheater?
Yes.
Toys, good or bad?
Toys are fun.
Lingerie?
Yeah, I’m not into that.
Ever sleep with a co-worker?
It’s part of my job description.
TMI Tuesday
I tell my mom I need to go to the doctors because that bump (caused by blocked sweat glad) I had on my perineum is still there. It is much smaller but nonetheless annoying as fuck. Why does she say, oh go walk to the emergency room. Please keep in mind the emergency room is an hr and 15 minutes walking. -___-
No bitch.
I’m probably going to go tomorrow and have my aunt take me, because my mother would make me fucking go walking, get w.e needs to be done and then walk the fuck back.
I really can’t stand this bitch I swear.
TMI Tuesday
I didn’t do a TMI Tuesday yesterday so here it goes…
Kinda Gross So You are WARNED
Forward to 1:13 seconds.
A video about my TMI Tuesday :D
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