Fuck a duck This is what happens behind close doors with these four males~

This is the truth about you and me and everyone on planet earth today. Wee are all slaves, and freedom is an illusion. xxx

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I feel as if I'm at a Zoo. But, not at the Zoo looking at attractions, oh no... But a "caged animal myself". Why you might ask..? Well, for starters I'm a teenager. You might think that this is just a joke. I mean, who could take someone with the username "daddymendess" seriously? Who could look at something serious that I write as a "beautiful piece of literature"? Who could say, "hmm, this is kind of interesting"?

Everyone has started to give up searching for the chosen one. For over a thousand years try have been hoping that something will change. Everyone is too depressed to change anything themselves. They call this, "The Great Depression". The Great Depression has been going on for as long as this village can remember. The only feeling everyone is born with is sadness. Sometimes they try to feel happiness and anger. They have heard stories of these feelings passed on from their ancestors. They wish they could experience them as well. Until, one day.

just the daily diary of a typical therian ^^

Everyone from my mafia new wife,Mine books this book isn't like them. He gripped the back of my neck and pulled my head back making me look at him. "It don't matter how long its been you will over come that obstacle in time." He said looking in my eyes. "Why would you want someone like me. I'm ugly I have scares. I'm the ugly duckl-" I stop when I heard him growl. His grip on the back of my neck tighten. "Don't ever fucken talk about yourself like that. Understood." He said gripping my butt. I nodded yes. "Use your words". He said. "Yes". I said. "Yes who?" He said. "Yes Daddy". I said Wiping my face. "Now stop crying for Daddy. You know daddy doesn't like for his baby girl to cry." He said wiping my face then kissing my forehead.

The constant struggle of never knowing which gender you'll belong to. BEFORE READING: This is old. There will be parts that are inaccurate. I deleted 26 of the original chapters of this story. Due to this, some chapters may reference something that was never mentioned. This piece may not be cohesive.

Very edited version on Ao3 under the same title :)

This is a collection of narratives, personal accounts, and rants about the struggles of trans people both in and outside the gender binary. Not really a diary but I definitely have a lot of stuff to share. I am open to an intelligent and civilized discussion, but I do not tolerate any crude attacks or hate speech. You WILL be reported and blocked. If you have any questions please message me. ⚠️ WARNING⚠️ These stories may include: ableist, homophobic and racist slurs and accounts of emotional or physical abuse.