Yes I admit it!
I like women and gays. How to Berlusconi. And yet beautiful, pace of Bindi. When I see a man with those round things up front and nothing in between my legs, I get excited for some reason. It matters little that this man call woman.
Nature has its problems (maledetta!) for me to procreate.
I confess, I ordered the lot, I'm a freak of nature, perhaps a black sheep because the sheep I've never made. Oh, I said. Now who knows how many smiles, many discrimination, how many elbows and teasing just turned their backs.
I like the bumps instead of the bumps. I like the wells instead of the towers.
Oh God, where we will end this step? I can not do anything, it's my instinct.
An instinct that seems to be deleterious, as anyone who has read me my parents have the same instinct. Are to be treated, I admit. A good dose of the gay morning and evening before bed would be what it takes. But I can not do it, no, I just can not. I feel sick.
So what? Monaco me? Maybe. Would be happy Casini. How? He too is a father? No this can not go. Forcing my instinct and become gay? I'd happy accident. But Fassino, Travaglio, Santoro, Veltroni, etc. .. are all married. God as my disease is spreading!
close me at home and watch carefully the photo of Schwarzenegger, I do it maybe even pleasure. In the meantime, let me dream for un'ingiallita photo of Nadia Cassini.
between a mandolin and a flute, unfortunately, still choose the first.
I like women and gays. How to Berlusconi. And yet beautiful, pace of Bindi. When I see a man with those round things up front and nothing in between my legs, I get excited for some reason. It matters little that this man call woman.
Nature has its problems (maledetta!) for me to procreate.
I confess, I ordered the lot, I'm a freak of nature, perhaps a black sheep because the sheep I've never made. Oh, I said. Now who knows how many smiles, many discrimination, how many elbows and teasing just turned their backs.
I like the bumps instead of the bumps. I like the wells instead of the towers.
Oh God, where we will end this step? I can not do anything, it's my instinct.
An instinct that seems to be deleterious, as anyone who has read me my parents have the same instinct. Are to be treated, I admit. A good dose of the gay morning and evening before bed would be what it takes. But I can not do it, no, I just can not. I feel sick.
So what? Monaco me? Maybe. Would be happy Casini. How? He too is a father? No this can not go. Forcing my instinct and become gay? I'd happy accident. But Fassino, Travaglio, Santoro, Veltroni, etc. .. are all married. God as my disease is spreading!
close me at home and watch carefully the photo of Schwarzenegger, I do it maybe even pleasure. In the meantime, let me dream for un'ingiallita photo of Nadia Cassini.
between a mandolin and a flute, unfortunately, still choose the first.
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