Seeing as I'm about to take a four pronged exam to obtain my Cambridge C2 Proficiency diploma, I thought I'd revise on my written english and explain to my dearest loser virgin readers on the internet how you can maximize your chances at being a sexually successful male while suffering from a disability of the motor variety from the lenses of someone who doesn't suffer from any of those ailments, but who regardless did maximize his chances many years ago.
It all started a month ago when I became involved with a guy on Discord who hit me up within minutes of posting my face and body on a server I'm in. I do this every time I want attention from oofy doofies, betabuxx deluxes and lonely virgins alike and let me tell you it works every time. Typically I don't give these horndogs the time of day knowing many of them don't reach my minimum requirements of personality or looks, and every time I do that about a couple dozen of them hit me up so there's no shortage to choose from. For your information, this is what being a woman on dating apps is like. This dude was different though, he wasn't a dirty ugly hairy chaser like the rest, but instead a based pretty femboy just like me, at least in the body department, who takes care of his appearance and dresses cute. And better yet, he wasn't even that much of a horndog and as a matter of fact didn't show me his junk until 5 minutes of knowing me.
I became enamored when I learned that we share the same common interests like listening to Memo Boy and Otto (who I believe is the same artist going under different names wink wink) which is based as fuck.
It caught me off guard when he said he's aware of and has watched Kitboga, one of my favorite content creators of all time. I suppose it's not that big of a surprise
as your taste in content creators is shaped by your proficiency in a language, and he's pretty competent when it comes to Shakespeare's mother tongue. We bond over it and shoot the shit about currycel scammers
and the good ol' "do not redeem the cards maam", indians being electrocuted or hit by trains, etc.
We exchange pictures and he's average looking in the face department.
He could do with longer hair and bangs for a more boyish look. Sloped masculine foreheads aren't my thing, which is why I grew out mine. His body was oh my gosh though. Like oh dang.
It reminded me of my younger days when I spent countless friday nights rotting in my home gym alone. Muscular, well defined body with very little fat. In short,
he wasn't all that cute but he was built good.
When the topic of height came up, he made a passing comment of being 6' or 4'11 depending on the day which I found odd
but didn't dwell too much on it. Then a wheelchair emoji came up and my suspicions were confirmed. Something something cerebellum, degenerative disease
which reared its ugly head beginning at age 15. I for one never learned the precise nature of this disorder, but it affects fine motor movement and coordination.
It just made it more impressive that he was able to build and maintain his physique while also suffering from a movement disorder.
Truth be told, I was discouraged at first due to the difficulties it entails and the fact that nature cruelly pushes us away from engaging with disabled people in that way, a fact that was regrettably confirmed when it was revealed to me that he suffers from a diagnosis that I dub virginity at an advanced age (20). Other diagnoses in this family include female-wise virginity (most notably when you wanna fuck girls but you're too ugly or autistic to do so, so you fuck dudes [gaycoping]), stage I-IV virginity corresponding with the patient's potential to get laid, from most to least, treatment-resistant virginity if you can never get rid of it despite your best efforts, or a combination of all three. For context, people who disagree with me on the internet undoubtedly suffer from treatment resistant stage IV total-wise virginity of the worst kind (at an advanced age)
It broke me. I couldn't believe the cruelty in this world knowing that someone was a virgin past the age of twenty. It was soooooooo cruel and fucking corrupt. No handholding, no hugging or touching ever. Imagine what it does to a person. At that moment I was the only person who could make a difference in the world, and I had to act quickly before it got out of hand. This was my opportunity to release some positive energy into the world and do something good for once.
We talked for the next few weeks to build rapport and eventually exchanged addresses, shortly thereafter a meeting was scheduled between us two on a weekend and the game was on. He wasn't that far away considering I live in some uncharted incest driven backwoods, so the drive didn't take too long, no more than 50 minutes. Due do his disability he'd prefer if I just went straight to his house and met him there. His parents were divorced and his dad must have been loaded because that was a big house. Like the type of house you'd see on To Catch a Predator. It's like if you took a McMansion straight from America's suburbia and plopped it down in the middle of the village from Resident Evil 4, which isn't too far off from reality. We dressed like girls together with whatever I could bring with me and what he had in his room and we really got it on. To spare you the details I made a lonely frustrated virgin very happy that day.
The point of this post? in short, if you are a male and it has been demostrated throughout your whole life that you are undesirable due to any disability you may have, or just suffer from general unattractiveness or late-stage virginity: grow out your hair, get bangs, shave all your body hair, maybe get on estrogen??? finally dress feminine. After all that is done, whore yourself out on the internet. Train your butt, start with fingers and move on to larger objects. Maybe then you'll stand a chance. Otherwise enjoy being a virgin forever.