I had to contemplated posting this.

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So it was considered.  So it is to be done.

To the young man, the other day, I saw out, publicly, in a dress.  You may or may not know this site.  Your father may hear of it, and connect you, or not.  Fragile?  Okay.

Things I... say.  Vicariously.

Find a woman.  There is no love in the "communities" you are considering entering.  Lust doesn't last, and isn't real.  Learn from her, teach her.  Be with her, be her.

There are women, who are freaks like you.  Find one.

Choices.  But you can make them.

Rash Hashana is every year, until it isn't.  Mercy will end.  The riders will ride, things will be reset.  That is real.  In time, sooner, or later, they ride.

Whether you get this or not, I had to do this.