>>10708663I'm not sure who my family is or why they do the things they do. When I look at the course of my life, it's hard to think who might have betrayed me more than my own family. It sure is hard for me to think up a reason why they would have left me out on the street without a heads up when I left home. Seems like they were setting me up for exactly what happened because it all depended on the total ignorance they left me with.
I tried to go see my mom not too long ago. I got new dick and ass implants in her house and I she raped me in the ass when I was a young boy, and she has been the main person mocking the anal fetish I got from it in my adult life, and calling me a fag for it too. I've tried to see my dad several times in recent years but he doesn't ever see me and there's imposters instead. I don't know what the problem is, but I do know that the people who told me they loved me as a child sent me out into the world with the ignorance that was the linchpin all of my enemies' plots against me.
Pic is "mom's" secret basement beneath the 5759 unit in Sunrise Pointe in Tucson. The person in the bag is probably someone who didn't want to be a party to her plan to betray me, nor "dad's" plan to do the same. In hindsight now though, I don't even know who my dad was. These disguise monster shenanigans I encounter as an adult are only the continuation of several different men, none of which were my biological father, telling me as a child that I owe all of them the respect a son owes to his father. And Helene: is she my biological mother? I hope not, and I don't think so.
Between those men demanding my respect to them, on top of the wrongness of saying I owe that respect to everyone in their disguise monster clan, the grand scheme of things is such that they owe me respect, and they do not want to give it to me, and one or more of them, hopefully not all, would rather make war on God himself than to acknowledge his place in the world as my inferior.
