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Dear Diary,
His jean pockets bend and reach down his supple ass like the way I only wish my hands could.
Today I realized I love men.
The bulge in my kohl's boxers is bigger than the moon in his eyes and I dream of strange and unimaginable love in unknown orifices every night.
Today I realized I love men.
I AM A FAGGOT.
Love, Curtis.
His jean pockets bend and reach down his supple ass like the way I only wish my hands could.
Today I realized I love men.
The bulge in my kohl's boxers is bigger than the moon in his eyes and I dream of strange and unimaginable love in unknown orifices every night.
Today I realized I love men.
I AM A FAGGOT.
Love, Curtis.