Dealing with sexual frustration I was 13 and I hated myself but I didn’t hate my life. I had a girl that loved me, the respected of my gang, the fear of my enemies, and more money than I had ever seen. It had been more than six months since I had known real hunger, I had a group of friends that would go to the wall for me, I could have sex with a dozen different girls if I wanted, and I no longer lived in fear of my violent impulses I could indulge some and could now repress the...
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