EL SUEÑO DE UNA FUJOSHI
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Last published Thu, Jul 9, 2020
Mi nombre es Ariel, mi primer nacimiento fue en 1997, nací y viví con un propósito, desde el momento en que estuve en la panza de mi madre sabia que no iba a encajar ,mis papás siempre quisieron un niño lo cual eso nunca llegó a suceder.
Toda mi vida estuvo llena de sufrimientos, bullying, abusos, pero mi mente y cuerpo sabían lo que pasaría después. Desarrollé un método de hipnosis conmigo misma y esto me trajo muchas revelaciones que empezaron abrir puertas donde pensé que nunca iba a pasar.
Sentir que tu muerte abre otra puerta, otro nacimiento pero esta vez nacer con el sexo opuesto. y pensar en la infinitas oportunidades que es ser uno de ellos, como en tus BLs o yaois.
Incomprendido por muchos y deseado por pocas...
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