Me (male), have always had a problem with getting hard. It could happen at any time in the day, and it just makes me uncomfortable most of the time. It also happens at home, sleeping, awake, etc. AND FOR SOME REASON... my brain has made me find my best friends in the past 5 to 6 years, atractive. i don't WANT it to happen it just does. i came out to my friend and they rejected me in the worst way possible, so i swiped it off saying it was a joke and that he fell for it. i don't know what to do, and what does my love interest have to do with be getting boners? because every time i think of my best friend, i think of me kissing him or... sometimes NSFW related stuff. after a couple months, i decided to talk about it with a friend, they called me a sociopath and that i should bury myself, and various homophobic slurs, so i cut ties with them completely. the friend spread some rumors around, but i dont think anyone believed him. AITAH for ending the relationship for something like this? P.S. i was'nt enjoying getting hard, and i was self conscious about it. it was not my choice.

Hello, 20yo male, i recently got a circumcision about a month back, the wound has completely healed on the outside, but now I'm facing a new problem.
There's this hard, small bump that's on the north-west side of my penis, right bellow the circumcision scar, so, right below the head of the penis.
I've looked up for a long time to try and figure out what it is, some possibilities are pretty scary, but it being a cyst is also highly likely as it doesn't hurt to touch, the skin around the cyst is completely normal, and I haven't had any other issues, I still get boners, but I've avoided masturbating. It popped up about 3 days ago, but only noticed it now.
Since this cyst is on the upper side of the penis, would it be safe to sleep on my stomach? It's my preferred sleeping position, but I'm worried that possibly pressing on the cyst while I'm sleeping could make it worse... any thoughts on this?
I'll be visiting a doctor tomorrow, but some advice on this would really help before I go to sleep.

Hi I just need some advise I’m 17 male and girlfriend 15. It all started yesterday night at 10.30pm she ask me if it was ok is she could get a mate who is 19 and has a girlfriend to drive her to get some food I asked her who is was and she said a boy I was very scared about it but after some back and forth texting I said yes but she didn’t want to go anymore but I said go and get some food he pulls up to her place at 12 and she looked at the fule gage and it was almost empty so she said they can just talk so they went down the road alittle bit and chated and then he suggested to play truth or dare he started to ask her a lot of bad thing then he said he has a boner and she was scared about this she could just get out of the car because she said she was scared and he mite chase after her or yell at her so they went to the back seat and they did it unprotected and she think he came in her because he pulled out and put it in her mouth but nothing came out I don’t know what to do. Do I stay with her and work things out mind you this is my first girlfriend she has cut contact with him. The only reason I found out was because she gave me her Snapchat account and I looked I her best friend chat and there was voice note saying she was trying to push him off but keeped geting back on her . I don’t know what to do

Hey gals, sorry this is a bit long and rambly, but I wanted to pack in as much info about me as possible to help you understand me and my situation as much as possible.
I'm a pretty intelligent and self aware individual, and I've noticed a major pattern of my passions/interests lasting around 2-3 years before subsiding to something else. It started back in 2016 when I first staring watching some Youtube videos on a few horror games that I liked. That continued until 2018, when I, like most of my generation, became obsessed with Fortnite, which lasted until 2021. Then my passion shifted to the space industry and rockets in particular. This interest in spaceflight has led me to pursuing a career in aerospace engineering and that is what I am majoring in college next year (if I'm ready, which its looks like I might not be, due to a multitude of factors, mainly my lack of executive functioning skills). This passion too thought has begun to decline over the past year, but unlike my other interests, it has coincided with the decline of my mental health. (I do get pretty bad anxiety, depressive, and particular, self-loathing episodes quite frequently) This decline has been for a combination of circumstances, including social failures this year at my gap year program, and I toxic and poor environment here on campus. But one thing in particular has really taken its toll, which based on the subreddit I'm posting on, I think you can probably guess what it is...
Yeah, I've been questioning my gender. Like obsessively, this entire year pretty much. For context, there was a gendered theme to a particular OCD issue I had when I was back in 5th grade (this was by far the worst period of my life because of this issue, its was absolutely mortifying not being in control of myself and the absurdity of it all was very traumatic for me). I thankfully did get over that within a year or 2. Then I hit puberty, and began to explore myself sexually, and found that TG captions really turned me on for some reason. This unsurprisingly quickly led to me trying on my Mom and sister's clothes, especially their skirts and dresses, which I kept secret for 5 years or so until this past summer when I finally admitted to it, which allowed me to buy my own femme clothes and not have to worry about being caught anymore. (I still get boners from dressing up btw). Now as I approach the end of this year, a bunch of formal stuff is coming up like prom and graduation (I'm doing may gap year at a small private high school for Neurodivergent students), and as I have been all year for any formal events, am really not looking forward to them due to the nature that I must dress as a boy, which I have begun to hate. I love dresses and dressing femme in general way too much to wear a stupid suit. But I'm also totally in the closet about this and don't feel ready to come out about it for a few major reasons, one of which is the focus of this post.
I believe I am also pretty dysphoric about some, but not all parts of my body that a trans person would expect to be unhappy with. I really don't like my body and facial hair, it's itchy and scratchy and doesn't look or feel good in the mirror, neither does my somewhat masculine facial structure (I'm only 18 btw, so it's not that bad yet). I also really don't like my hair, If I'm a girl on the inside, I definitely want to have long, blonde or light brown hair, in a somewhat wavy pattern. Mine however is short (ish, ive been growing it out this spring) and super curly and a very dark brown. I seem to get very excited by the prospect of having a feminine body, specifically when it comes to secondary sexual feature like boobs, hips, thighs, etc. I'm also quite unhappy with my relatively deep voice. Ironically the one thing I'm happy with is my genitals, which possibly due to their almost constant use throughout the years as I devise to fulfill my girly desires, has led me to remain quite fond of them.
I'm looking for advice on what to do, I've experimented with female name and pronouns, which feels good and euphoric (bubbly, exciting, the usually stuff you've heard I'm sure...) online, but irl, they made me extremely uncomfortable with my family, so I stopped with that. I want to start changing up my appearance, and am thinking pretty damn hard about HRT, but I'm just not sure about anything for a lot of important reasons. There's a lot of fear that I'm going to regret doing things to my body and life. I'm super scared of both the social and physiological consequences of gender transition. I also get the feeling that i'll be giving up a lot by doing so, stuff like male privilege, the little physical strength that I have, and my somewhat strong athletic capabilities in general. My relationship with my family, who although they accepted my crossdressing, are much more apprehensive about me doing a giant 180 with my identity (even though it doesn't feel like that for me, its just how it looks to them). My dad keeps telling me all about how he's always wanted a son and a daughter, but the son was always what was most important to him, are have quite the father-son bond, and I don't want to lose that. He's also pretty wealthy and paying for my tuition through undergrad, so I need to keep him on board with me (although importantly, he claims he will support me no matter what). My mom and sister haven't been very helpful or inclusive with girl stuff either, they just leave me to figure out stuff like makeup, shaving, and feminine hygiene to figure out myself, which has sucked. My sister also constantly trashes on my outfits. :(
I'm also terrified about coming out because all the attention will be on me in a way that I feel most vulnerable, and I have managed to alienate much of campus already, due to a falling out with the most popular girl in the school. I'm afraid of being judged, especially because I myself I have a BUTT TON of internalized transphobia that I'm trying to get over with my therapist, particularly about non-passing trans people. Most of all, if there is one thing I want to address in this post, it is the fear that this is just another one of those phases I was talking about in the beginning, I fear that I'm going get over this and detransition and deeply regret making myself infertile amongst other permanent things.
So, what do I do? I know I've said a lot of different things, I'm really just looking for advice, whether it's about hair and beauty, figuring out my identity once and for all, family, my interests, or whatever. Above all else though, please tell me, is this just a phase, or am I a girl on the inside who has been repressed in a prison of masculinity?
(Oh a couple last things, as of about a month ago, before The Tortured Poets Department was released, I have become a huge Swiftie. My favorite album is 1989, I think it might be gender affirming to be listening to girly music all the time lol. If I am in fact a girl, I'm definitely am a girly girl.😂 Also another important note, I'm only attracted to women and it has always been that way. I think I could be a femme trans lesbian.)

There’s a video I saw a couple years ago on reels/tiktok of Green Day and Tre cool was there with his usual colored haircut, but when the interviewer (male) addressed him Tre said “I have a raging boner right now” then the band and I laughed so hard. I cannot find that video when I search for it in Google or YouTube. Anybody who’s a fan know the video I’m referring too? I know this video exists because my highschool friend also has seen the video. Can someone help me locate this gem?

Vanderpump Rules is a hilarious comedy about what happens when attractive people are accidentally ensnared in Lisa Vanderpump’s tacky trap, and drown under the weight of her cast-off pink flowers. The first season was basically perfect reality tv, and after endless rounds of weird slap-fights and short-term marriages, it appeared to be down to its dying embers, until an unscheduled cheating scandal allowed the show to rise like the phoenix tattoo from Ben Affleck’s back.
“Look, I had a problem with alcohol,” Ben wishes we’d quit reminding him.
With the scandal a hot headline, Bravo scrambled to grab their cameras while everyone was still bleeding in the street, and when it came time to edit, they knew this season wouldn’t be rage-bait unless they anchored it in misogyny.
“I thought we were going to be like the Spice Girls,” Ariana frets. “I was hoping I’d get to zigga-zig-ah.”
“Ha! Turning women against each other is why I wake up in the morning,” Andy Cohen pauses eating a baby long enough to sip from a glass of drunk housewife tears.
April kicks off with Ariana still adjusting to the opportunity and income upgrades birthed from total life upheaval, while the vultures in her network circle the sky for scraps and squawk their way into the narrative. Her ex Sandoval shuffles in platform shoes to embrace his Charlie Brown remorseless redemption arc. This is tricky to sell, since he can’t even perform giving a shit, so he comes off more sociopathic than a serial monogamist who can’t exit a relationship without a lady-in-waiting.
“I feel like I should mention Burning Man again,” Sandoval sighs, promising this isn’t a ten-year midlife crisis, and you don’t need to see his driver’s license to check his age.
Sandoval’s hoping Schaena’s obsessive jealousy over Ariana’s turn on Dancing with the Stars will be enough to derail whatever flimsy loyalty she previously assigned to their friendship, which is a safe bet, since there’s no woman Schaena won’t assign a burning bear suit for a tendril of male approval. So begins her full transformation into Gretchen from Mean Girls, storing everyone’s tea in the location tracker on her phone, and reading off receipts whenever the attention-fairy fails to flap under her chin until she sniffs out the chorus for her next chart-missing autotune monstrosity. This is how she makes fetch happen, and tattoos it onto her arm.
“It’s all happening. It is. IT IS!” Schaena gestures violently at her pop culture initiation ink.
In the past Sandoval recommended that the cheating partner in a relationshit be the one to exit the household, but now that he’s in the village stocks that policy needs a rewrite, and like his last romantic implosion, he refuses to be the one to leave.
“This is why I tell people I wasn’t crazy, I was REACTING!” Kristin reminds everyone this is her Monica Lewinsky year.
So Ariana and Sandoval still occupy the same address, with personal assistant Ann tasked with playing a boring game of telephone. Ann’s duties include tidying the floor’s wayward hair extensions, stuffing laundry into biohazard bags, and marveling at the contents of the litterbox while Tom tracks his reflection during slow treadmill meditations on nailpolish and facial hair. Ariana has been very busy while Sandoval has just been very, so when Ariana asks Ann if she knows anyone looking for assistant work, the person Ann recommends is…herself.
“I’d really really really really like to work for someone who does stuff!” Ann squees.
“Well I’m probably going to get depressed soon, since everyone’s disparaging me for my success, and my best friends kinda aren’t…” Ariana tries to get Ann to calm down.
“I really want to work for you. Really.” Ann can’t be calmed. “I just put an enema bag in the trash. Help me.”
The next day Ann shows up in business casual attire, and quickly checks in on Tom to make sure he hasn’t lost his balance during mandatory mirror-flexing. She tells him Ariana is eager to tap her assistant network, without noting it’s a network of one, and makes haste for the kitchen. With nothing better to do than linger in the doorway of Ariana’s advancement, Sandoval learns THE TRUTH about Ann’s ambitions.
“I won’t fire her exactly, but I’ll humiliate her, and start seeing another assistant on the side,” Tom has one solution for all things.
Once Ann is crying in the kitchen, Sandoval takes his woe-is-me tour outside of the house, for more conversations about how unreasonable Ariana is for stealing the assistant that helps him wrangle the tasks of buying batteries and neglecting animals.
“Those aren’t my pets and I shouldn’t have to take care of them,” Sandoval self-awares. “Still, Ariana shouldn’t say they’re hers just because she adopted them, pays their expenses, and feeds them.”
“You locked my dog in my room for three hours, and it ate my garbage monument,” Ariana scowls.
Tom swears he shoved the litterbox full of feces in the room first, so the dog had a variety of things to snack on. That’s right, we’re given not one but two litterbox reveals, when zero would have been just fine, and it’s hard to believe the presented trough is the product of a single cat’s anal efforts, even over the stretch of a week.
“Grandma, I don’t think a cat would poop on top of poop like that, grandma,” Pogue Bun-Bun can’t believe his pink toes and nose. “I would just stand in front of it and say ‘Grandma’ over and over again while tapping the wall with my beans. Don’t they listen, Grandma?”
“Apparently not, Pogue Pierogi,” Fractalfay says, getting back to the business of doing whatever her toxoplasmosis directs.
All the same, the ASPCA needs to do a wellness check on all animals affiliated with this cast, including the frequently-biting dog working out a name-change, the cat who poops like a 41 year-old narcissist, the post-operative dog recovering from skewer-eating, and anything Schaena’s glued to her eyes.
“It’s mink!” Schaena snaps, reminding us about the time Tom saved her from financial ruin. “That’s just like a weasel or something, it’s not like it was doing anything.”
“Why are you looking at me?” Brock looks up, excited to be included.
Schaena reports she’s wrestling OCD brought on by post-baby hormones and the man-baby she shares a house with. Brock thinks the solution to this anxiety is more nannies, so there’s always someone on hand to pat makeup onto a toddler’s face while he’s busy shopping for budgie smugglers.
“I don’t see why we should parent when we don’t have to parent,” Brock’s done this before.
“I feel like this is your second chance at being a dad though,” Schaena fries.
“Doesn’t everyone get three chances?” Brock checks his notes, but all he’s written down is BECOME SANDOVAL STEP ONE: SHOES.
Schaena needs a hobby to distract herself, so she reveals she’s tracking dozens of people on her phone and knows who hooked up with who. Schaena’s big scoop is that Katie slept with Max, her former stalking victim/one-sided relationshit, and apparently Schwartz’s best friend this season. No one gives a shit in the slightest, despite Lala’s efforts to mountain-up this molehill, so the cast gets back to what they do best: chasing Ariana from scene to scene, asking if she’s gotten over her ten year relationship’s implosion yet. Now? How bout now? Now? How bout now?
This fails to trigger Ariana’s get-over-it reflex, and instead she finds herself at a beach picnic with last season’s trash and only Katie to trade side-eyes with.
“Basically I’m right professionally,” Katie reads. “On Bravo, this guarantees a villain edit.”
Schaena sits by gamely while Brock scrambles for screen time by reminding Ariana of the recent relationship crimes that lubricated her star ascension, before Schaena pivots to the once-upon-a-time everyone on the planet flirted with her even if no one else remembers.
“Tell me I’m pretty,” Schaena, always. “No, again! Tell me again!”
Only 10 of those admirers got a restraining order to halt proceedings, and since two of those were John Mayer, it technically only counts as one.
“It’s two,” John Mayer interrupts. “I had to make sure she couldn’t reach me by land or sea.”
“That still leaves air!” Schaena shouts, quickly scrawling down the name of her next song.
Sandoval and Schwartz disappear to discuss the injustice of consequences for actions, while Ariana tries to explain for the hundredth time that the manipulation window has been closed, and if her ex wants to keep smashing into it like a lost bird, that’s on him.
“Stop shoving him on me,” Ariana snaps.
“We’re leaving,” Katie calls Schwartz to let him know he should get his stuff.
“Could you just grab it?” Schwartz asks, assuming Katie is still his mommy replacement.
“Bye!” Katie is retired.
Katie and Schwartz then attempt to have a conversation about Katie’s mattress snacks with lost cast member Max, and for the first time Schwartz looks damaged.
“Maybe we could get dinner sometime,” Schwartz is not over it.
“I don’t want to get dinner sometime,” Katie is over it.
If Schwartz is going to pursue Katie all over again he’s going to need to slough off roommate and sometimes-girlfriend Jo first, which is going to be a challenge since she describes him as her “favorite person ever” thanks to a shared love of robot-noises and rubberface expressions. Jo’s not equipped to deal with the cast’s level of toxicity without a juice cleanse, so she opts for sabotage and bleaches the high holy fuck out of Schwartz’s hair instead.
“Joseph!” Schwartz always has a dumb nickname at the ready.
“Ha!” Jo’s revenge-do succeeds in failing.
This look carries him into some kind of speed-dating swingers’ party, where he courts multiple women while Jo hates herself in the bathroom. The cast’s kryptonite is direct confrontation, but Jo chooses it anyway, and asks WTF is up with dating her for months, living with her, and professing love before going lady-shopping.
“Have you seen Seeking Sister Wife?” Schwartz asks. “How about From Couple to Throuple? That one is on Peacock, so…”
Jo tabulates that she’s been played by someone who speaks in moop-moop voice when he doesn’t want to be the bad guy, then feigns ignorance when the tears start falling. Schwartz stays in character, while she retreats to privately process her failed romance with someone who seemed so perfect when they were chicken-clucking gesturing and bleeping together over burritos.
With Jo on the ropes production is desperate for more awkward Katie and Schwartz time, so we’re asked to believe they’re pursuing the same romantic lede, which is so contrived it’s not worth acknowledging beyond this. Where Katie truly shines is when she’s forced to engage with Sandoval’s scripted faux-apology tour.
“I just wanted to say I’m really sorry—“
“Let me stop you right there,” Katie retorts, every single time.
What’s Lala up to? Nothing, but she has imported her entire extended family for an assist, while proceeding to plan a second child via sperm donation, so it can be “hers” exclusively. Since this isn’t gross enough, she invites all the ladies to weigh in on the potential donor at a party at Lisa’s pink palace, where everything tacky happens, and women instantly become girls.
“Who cares!” Lala toasts with sparkling water, which is like, her thing now that she needs a thing.
“We choose Kyle!” Ariana shouts, and somewhere on Love in Paradise Kyle pauses mid-crunch.
Meanwhile, James is thriving, after giving up drinking, getting a house with Ally, and celebrating a happy reunion with long-lost dog Graham aka Hippie. He’s booking big arenas and major dates with his DJ work, but on VPR his steady gigs still happen at SUR, and he’s forced to entertain opening for Sandoval’s karaoke cover band. Sandoval starts going off on a tangent about his heartbreak over Raquel’s false imprisonment at some deprogramming camp for troubled teens, but James shuts it down with reminders that for years he claimed to be fully in-love with Ariana, and his heartbreak should be assigned to the disintegration of that union — not the side piece.
“Go push buttons on a laptop,” Sandoval whines.
“In Vegas?” James is not going to suffer a self-esteem drop from a worm with a mustache.
Ally tries to sell herself as a reformed Swiftie and an aspiring astrologer, which is more believable than Rachel’s pageant lines about helping children, so go off. She smartly keeps her distance from Lala and Schaena, who spiral further down the jealousy toilet with each passing episode, as they scramble for reasons to welcome Sandoval back to the fray and gloss over their own historic hypocrisy.
Schaena and Lala bond over their lack of understanding about real estate law, and Ariana’s unwillingness to accept a low-ball buyout offer from someone who used her good credit to fund a bar and second mortgage. Sandoval insists he will buy her out, so Ariana’s lawyers say that’s fine, and true to form, Sandoval has none of the money for this, since he already squandered his mother’s retirement.
This is still somehow branded as Ariana being unreasonable, while LVP tut-tuts about a supposed mental health crisis Sandoval experienced while he was mocking other people’s mental health.
“I think it should be obvious I’m team misogyny by now,” LVP clucks, adrift without someone to infantilize.
If that wasn’t convincing enough, LVP shows up at the shell of a sandwich shop, and is disappointed that her forced relationship between Ariana and Katie and her grifter friend Penny isn’t working.
“Here’s all the delays we haven’t enjoyed while working with your recommended COO,” Katie isn’t dumb.
“We have her contract with our lawyers,” Ariana adds, because she’s really come to appreciate the role legal experts play in her life.
“But if you have lawyers, how will you trust someone else to profit from promoting your likeness?” LVP thinks it should be clear why she picked the Toms by now.
Contracts stipulate that Kyle Chan has to perpetually resurface on this series like herpes, and a planned store opening in San Francisco means it’s time to dust off the 25th version of “Good as Gold” for whoever wants to hear it. Sandoval is tapped to manage the logistics of this opening, which he’s eager to do, and volunteers the services of his sound guy.
“I’ve never done a sound check ever,” Schaena doesn’t have to say this, but does anyway.
This also creates another opening for Schaena to fully forget that Ariana’s breakup isn’t something that happened to her.
“You’re the only person who has always had my back from day one,” Schaena actually says to the guy who called her ridiculous for ever thinking they were friends.
Lala calls while Sandoval and Schaena are playing nice-nice, to make sure Sandy knows not to come to her 33rd birthday burlesque party.
“You’re only 33?” Sandoval’s as shocked as everyone at home.
“Whatever, eternal 40,” Lala counters.
“It’s PREVENTATIVE,” Schaena snaps from the tippity top of plastic surgery mountain.
The whole team is bound for San Francisco for Kyle Chan’s opening, and Brock wants to plan a “roaring twenties” party where everyone dresses like gangsters from the 30s. Ariana’s new boyfriend Dan also plans to attend, but before they board a flight with the riff raff they go out on a cute dinner where both seem genuinely smitten with each other. Dan’s got a firm NYC vibe, and stiffens when Ariana suggests relocation to the superficial capital of the country. He’s not keen, and all I see is an opportunity for an NYC-based show and future interaction between Ariana and the Summer House crew.
“How is it possible I haven’t been engaged to him yet?” Lindsey scans her instagram followers for any possible overlap.
Meanwhile, Sandoval readies to wow no one with his band-of-sorts, and the person writing the closed captions delivers by describing his bid at trumpet playing as *plays discordant notes*. James shows up to watch the gig, and Tom’s mom is already on deck, and stares at the stage like she’s captivated by her favorite televangelist and is going to be seized by the holy spirit, as soon as the lithium wears off.
“Yike,” Vy’s go-to line really works here.
Before the show is even over the venue scrambles to take his name off the marque, and Jo and Schwartz assemble outside to revisit their separation. Jo demonstrates the moves she learned at her latest improv class, and Schwartz asks to perform his one man wishy-washy act. Jo consents, and he says he feels weird with the distance between them, but wants their status as friends to be clear, but also doesn’t want to rule out getting married in eight years.
“See? That’s what I’m talking about,” protests Jo, who has too many receipts reflecting his habit of professing undying love and then taking it back.
Dan seems to know his presence on the show will inspire speculation that he’s a screen-chaser, so he opts out of a planned group boat outing in favor of working out and getting a massage. Everyone else heads to pier 39, where Lala uses her laser-sharp people reading skills to hone in on everything she overlooks in herself. Schwartz attempts to hold Katie’s hand for the first time in 15 years, and Katie tests the battery on her taser in case she needs to use it. Brock reminds everyone that Schaena recommended warm clothes but no one paid attention, so maybe folks should go on a spending spree at local shops before they board the SS Minnow for a three hour tour.
Schwartz tells Sandoval he’s been thinking about his proposal that they live together and collectively pay a $12K a month mortgage, and his mind is telling him no, but his body is telling him yeah.
“So I’m saying yes,” Schwartz announces, and Sandoval is super relieved he’s that much closer to still not being able to buy Ariana out.
On board the boat the weather starts getting tough, and the tiny ship is tossed, which ups the opportunity for a rogue wave to knock someone’s cell phone into the sea. All that build up has no delivery, but James does find the fire for a few random swings around a pole.
“Whee! I’m fun!” James is an army of one.
After the trip Sandoval dares the sea lions to attack, but they think they’ve already had their fill of microplastics, and some tragic twist of fate leaves Ariana trapped in conversation with Brock.
“Have you considered getting over your breakup for my wife’s benefit?” Holy shit Brock.
“So she can be buddies with the guy who screamed at her last week?” Ariana hasn’t sniffed glue since high school.
“Here’s a bland statement about forgiveness…” Brock says things.
“You don’t have to forgive anyone,” Ariana with the truth. “Gray rocking and going no contact is the only way to avoid manipulation. That’s me. I’m a grey rock.”
“I am the walrus!” a sea lion with an identity crisis retorts.
“I’m Schaena’s rock,” Brock tries. “And people have always said I’ve got rocks in my head, so I get it.”
“Not really,” Ariana’s familiar with how men on this show work. “I’m retired from diapering my man-baby. There’s power in female rage. And there never seems to be any issue with male rage.”
“Male rage whaaaa…” Brock’s sniffing glue habit is active, as the editors provide a little montage of all the mantrums that have tied the show together since this season’s premiere.
Brock derps away to get a haircut from the wrong era, and everyone gets ready for the historically inaccurate theme party, and Lala knocks on the door of Ariana’s room for a chance to spot Dan in a towel.
“I’m not mad,” Lala’s eyes keep going up and down, while Dan seems to immediately identify the bullshit before him.
Dan passes on the group dinner in favor of a private dinner with one of Ariana’s best friends, but he does iron all of Ariana’s clothes and lay them out for her, so Ann should know the personal assistant competition is heating up. It’s hard to tell if Dan is defensive about the coming interrogation, if he’s yucked out about sharing airspace with Sandoval, or if he just wants nothing to do with all of this.
“He (Sandoval) hasn’t done anything to me,” Dan explains. “But I know what he’s done.”
“I need to go before my lady-boner shows,” Lala excuses herself.
James splish splashes balls-deep in the bathtub with a rubber duck, while Ally tries to puzzle out Dan’s reluctance to attend dinner.
“Have you met us?” James asks, before humming a few bars of Rubber Ducky. “He might not even be able to stand being in the room with Sandoval. And not just because of the smell. Did you hear he’s moving in with his loser best friend so they can go nowhere together? Swan dive into bubbles!”
Everyone arrives at a bar or something, with James looking Peaky Blinders, Schwartz in a brown suit with snaps down the sides, Lala playing flapper, and Brock looking like a bouncer at a Berlin sex club. Someone notes Ariana and Sandoval wear similar shoes, and Ariana seems hypnotized by her phone as a means of avoiding looking up for too long.
Wing-woman Katie is ever at the ready, so she and Ariana take in the view until Schwartz saunters over to announce they look like a duo.
“We’re the new Tom-Tom,” Katie smirks.
Schwartz admits he’s still subservient, and is eager to hit on his ex-wife.
“You like me again,” he tries.
“No I don’t,” Katie retorts.
Schwartz goes on to propose a one-night stand of binge-eating snack food and scrolling in silence, but Katie isn’t nostalgic for her mistakes. She thinks in a few years Schwartz will brand her the one who got away, and she’s going to stay away just to make sure that happens.
Schaena finds a secluded spot to go outside with Sandoval to talk logistics, while Ariana paces alone, texting Dan that she’s got leftovers for him. He responds he’s stuffed and a little drunk, and his pushing away is getting distracting. Sandoval insists to Schaena that he feels good about Dan’s presence, because that way someone is there for Ariana. Schaena tries to get him to apologize for weaponizing her mental health, and Sandy admits that he does feel bad about that, and this almost seems sincere, so they indulge in an extended hug.
“I helped Ariana clean her house too,” Schaena reminds everyone at home, just in case we were landing too hard on her being awful.
“Oh, I’m still just here to rage bait,” Lala interjects, eager to resume instigation duties once her sparkling water hangover subsides.
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I really loved the way Steph carried the parenting role all throughout the show. Except for season 5. Season 5 she became really intense and just seemed to be tired of parenting. Almost like she did give up on Callie. I mean the first thing she said to Callie after she went with the pimp was “when are you going to realize you aren’t so lucky” like… maybe hug your daughter, and give her comfort. Tell her what she did was wrong yes, but did Steph not realize, that Callie believed she was going to jail? Which she really was at that moment. But no Steph wanted to lecture her. Then Steph made her feel shitty for who she was, and all this stuff. And I just think Steph became so hard on Callie, and didn’t realize that all her trauma was spinning.
Also, Steph was just out right rude to Gabe. Yes Gabe is not the father of Jesus and Mariana, but you allowed him to stay in the shed house. If it made you that uncomfortable, you put your foot down to Mariana that said it was okay, when she wasn’t the child. But then you get upset at Gabe for trying to just be there for Jesus during his TBI time. Like yes Steph you’re the parent, we get it. You say it EVERY SINGLE TIME they’re around. Also Steph needed to realize that… Jesus has TWO moms, not one male figure to look up too. He needs a male figure in his life. Yes he has Mike, but definitely didn’t seem close to him at all in all of the seasons. I don’t know, I just feel like Steph became so unbearable to like, in season 5. Jesus really needed Gabe, and Steph never thought about what was best for Jesus, only what was best for her and Lena as the parents. Gabe respected boundaries yes, but let’s be so honest, you think Jesus wanted to speak about his boner issue to his mothers?? Like my god.

My minoxidil recovery

Hi guys, it took me a long time to finally settle down to write this post but here it is.
THIS IS NOT A TROLL POST as some people believe that this whole thing is placebo, even though some people DO NOT get side effects, some people DO, whether it's genetics or whatever, consider yourself lucky if you haven't got any sides.
I'm a 22yo male, currently in my 4th year as a medical student so I know a lot on the subject since I did my best to learn everything i could on the matter. I
took minoxidil when I was 21 on 6th september 2023 so almost 8 months ago now. I was only applying 0.5mL of regaine (exactly the same brand as rogaine but under a different name here in Europe) once a day in the evening. 2-3 minutes after applying minox on my face (to try to grow a beard) I felt really dizzy with an elevated heartrate, since I usually have a low blood pressure, I knew that minox could make me feel that way as it lowers the blood pressure even more, but I've read that you could get accustomed to it. I applied again once a day 0.5 mL the day after and the day after again, so in total I applied .5 mL for 3 days.
On the 3rd day I decided to stop as the dizziness was annoying, it was like an unpleasant brainfog which I thought was not worth it. Then 10 days later I had what people call "the crash", on 15th september I was alone at home so I decided to masturbate, I started going on phub to watch a video and to my surprise my penis was like super small, like no blood flow, what people call "penis shrinkage", literally my penis was like when you come out of a super cold shower except it was summer and 25°C outside, it was also numb to the touch. And usually just by watching porn my penis gets erect but here nothing happens, it was the weirdest feeling, the p*rn had absolutely no effect on me, I felt indifferent, after trying super hard with stimulation, I managed to get a semi-erection (like 60% hard) and when I came I had this super watery semen, like literally just water, no thickness, no white color, just like water. I didnt know what the hell was going on and it is by going on this subreddit that I saw a lot of people with EXACTLY the same symptoms I had, ED, no libido and watery semen.
Then you can guess the mental effect that having ED at 21 years old can have on you when I used to be the horniest mfer you could know, I couldn't recognize myself, I was a guy that could get rock hard even blackout drunk or high as a kite, I could go for multiple round whether alone or with my girlfriend in a day with like 10 minutes in between rounds, I not once in my life had an issue with my erection or my libido. And now here I was with no libido. I've never felt depressed in my life before but I now was, then I went down the rabbit hole of reading every single posts on this sub and watching videos on youtube about it. I know for a fact minoxidil caused this whole thing but I am also sure that reading posts about this issue can have some nocebo effect as well (anxiety)
I started to wonder if this thing was all in my head because how could applying this sh*t for 3 days could make me feel that way. But I literally didn't change my lifestyle except applying this drug on my face 3 times in my life. I was not a stressed guy, I was and still am healthy and pretty muscular guy (more than average).
So my symptoms were:

• ED with penis numbness and shrinkage
• testicles shrinkage -> they literally felt smaller than usual and I can guarantee you am not paranoid
• really low libido
• elevated heart-rate at rest (like around 90 at rest when it used to be 60)
• brainfog that lasted for a week
• eyebags that went away after a few months(because of minox and collagen thing)
• I did not lose muscle mass (still pretty muscular and low body fat like 12%)
• I had weird muscles spasms, especially the legs, they would spasm and zap for no reason when sitting down in class or when going to sleep, I don't have this problem anymore
• I used to have oily skin pretty fast (lot of sebum) and after minox I had no more oil production, I now have oil production back.

I had to hide that sh*t from my girlfriend, when we first tried to have sex, I was so fckn scared that I said I felt sick and I really wasnt in the mood (I had never said that once in my life before). A few days later, she went down on me and to my surprise I could get erect, it wasnt the best erection but I managed to get erect and have sex. But now it was on and off, sometimes I could get hard, sometimes I couldnt, and watching porn alone couldnt get me hard, I needed manual stimulation. Also my erections would disappear super quickly if not stimulated. Sex just didnt feel that great anymore because I still fet a bit numb down there.
2 weeks went by since my first symptoms and I was getting normal erections again, like before. And guess what, I crashed AGAIN, I went to the gym to hit legs (super heavy legpress) and felt absolutely like shit after my session. Then while at home watching a movie, I had this crazy zapping pain in my butthole and pelvic floor area, like literally a cramp, and when I went to the bathroom my dicks was CRAZY shrunk, like it was on my initial crash. I don't know if other people have felt this stabbing pain in pelvic area but it would happen like once a week and again my dick would go small like no bloodflow and of course it would go numb. Then it didn't happen anymore and from there I started to get better.
My erections gradually started to become harder and like before, my cum became super thick, like it's weird it is now thicker than it was before minox. Watching porn started to feel a bit like it used too even though it isnt quite like it was before, it's like my libido is still affected even though I can get rock hard boners again. I can now masturbate 4 times in a day just fine. Also I can now get hard only by watching porn but it's just a bit slower to get hard.
Really what remains weird is the fact that I'm not that horny anymore, I have times where I am horny especially when I don't masturbate for a few days, but even there porn doesnt quite feel like it used too. But I can have sex just fine and keep an erections really easily without manual stimulation.
Now I know that this whole situation, since it has an effect on mental health, it can affect libido, but I know for sure that it got fucked because of minoxidil, now that I'm recovered with my ED 100% and that my libido is like 85% what is used be, I wonder if the fact that my libido is not 100% is because this whole thing happened to me or it's just that once you recover you don't get the libido you had.
I'd say the only positive thing about this whole situation is that now I take a bit longer to cum but not like too long, like before I could came within 2 minutes of sex if I didnt REALLY control myself, now I'm in a really sweet spot where I can last a lot and make sure the girl gets off first.
Of course I tried a lot of supplements, I took them for around 3-4 months then I stopped and thought it might be better to not take anything and heal naturally because I didnt want to rely on any supplements after recovering. I'm not sure if any really helped, was it placebo or was I going to recover naturally I don't know, here is the list of what I've tried

• vitamin D3
• zinc 15mg
• p5p 25mg (only took it like 3-4 times since I heard it could cause toxicity)
• black macca (only took it 2 times because it made me feel weird after taking it)
• I also did and still do intermittent fasting as it can increase your GH production and potentially heal your body from damaged cells

I'd recommend not taking anything and let your body heal naturally.
I stayed away from alcohol and weed but now since I feel way better I drink and smoke weed occasionnaly , I also mange to get hard when drunk which is a positive sign and no I don't crash from smoking weed.
I haven't crashed since the 2nd crash two weeks after the initial crash. I now feel recovered as I can have normal erections again and have sex as I wish, my libido is also higher but not 100% (as I said around 80-90%).
Feel free to ask any questions, I want to help as many people as possible

alright i’m just gonna lay it all out in hopes someone can help me out. i’m a very in shape 22 year old male that works out 3-5 days a week. I find it unlikely that my ED could be because of poor lifestyle. Right now my biggest suspects are porn/too much masturbating and possibly (i really hope not) a venous leak but i’ll touch more on that later. I do definitely have a porn problem and have been trying to do nofap for 4 months now with mixed results. as any addiction goes it’s been rough to quit but i’ve definitely cut it down from years prior where i’d do it multiple times a day everyday. on the few times i’ve reached 10+ days of nofap i have noticed stronger erections and stronger morning wood so i’m wondering if i just continued for months like you’re supposed to if it would fix all ED related problems. I also wouldn’t write out psychological ED because when it comes to getting blowjobs i can stay erect and finish just fine but right when it comes to sex i lose it bc i know im nervous. Going back to the venous leak, i have been scared from what i’ve read and i guess the main thing that makes me think ghat is how limp my dick is when i’m soft. like i mean it really is super super floppy and remembering back to a few years ago i swear it wasn’t like that. so idk if that means there’s a true lack of blood flow from a leak. can someone pls comment on that if possible. overall, i’m just so stressed because there’s so many different things that can cause ED and idk how to pinpoint it. I will say it also is very on and off and like i definitely do still get spontaneous erections and when i’m horny i do get hard but just not the raging boners i once remembered. one last note is i have tried sildanafil and tadalafil bluechew and i was able to have sex on both of those pretty comfortably if that gives any extra information. BASICALLY IM JUST HOPING ANYBODY CAN GIVE ANY ADVICE TO ANYTHING I JUST MENTIONED. i’ll also gladly respond to any further comments or questions. Thank you!

THIS STORY TAKES A BDSM-INCESTY STORY AND TURNS IT TRANS! Dale hated his stepmom and caught her cheating. He blackmailed her into becoming his sex slave. The problem is—she grew to love it and now he's fallen in love with her. What will happen when Dad returns and learns what's happened between his son and his new wife??????
It was a perfect Friday morning as Mom and I lay together on the master bed. I had planned continue her overt slavery until Dad returned from his extended business trip tomorrow, but I had essentially released her from it only a few days after my old school chums and I had taken turns degrading her all night long.
The thing was, she seemed to love whatever nasty things we made her do, so it was no longer as hot as it had been. That night climaxed with the three of us pissing on her in the bathtub while she dildoed herself for us, and she had a massive orgasm.
More than that, I had fallen in love with my stepmother as much as she seemed to have fallen in love with me. Ever since then, she had gladly fucked whenever I wanted, did whatever I wanted, dressed as sexy as I wanted, and in general treated me like a Master or a king.
She’d become addicted to presenting herself as sexy as possible, both to turn me on but also because it turned her on. Every night she climbed into bed wearing a scandalous three-piece lingerie set: a garter belt with seamed stockings, a shelf bra that nestled but fully exposed most of her tits and her usually-hard nipples, and crotchless panties so I had instant access to her pussy and asshole.
My dick and my mouth spent much time down there.
Mom had just finished sucking off my morning erection and eating my jizz, which she shared with me. Ever since I freed her, she often made it part of the blowjob. I had to admit my own cum tasted sexy.
“You know, I had this whole list of degrading things I was going to do you before I changed my mind,” I said offhandedly after a kiss.
Her interest perked up. “Like what? We could still try them!”
“Well, that first night with Jake and Ted, when we peed all over you and then we made you suck the last drops of piss out of our dicks? I had been thinking of making you drink the whole thing. Use you like…”
“Like a urinal, Master?”
“You don’t have to call me that. I told you. Anyway, yeah.”
“And I told you, I like the way it sounds. You are the master of my heart, my darling Dale.” She bent down and kissed my cock before she looked me in the eyes. “Anyway… I’d like to try that with you.”
“You’re the most exciting woman in the world to me.” I heaved a sigh. “I only wish Dad would never come home.”
“At least we got an extra month!”
Dad had called a few days after that first orgy to say he was very sorry but his job demanded an extra month out of the country. Helen and I had celebrated with a long fuck in the backyard hot tub.
I bit my lip. “Maybe we should tell him we’re in love and it’s all my fault. And… I don’t know. Help me make up a story.”
She looked at me sadly, warily. “The story is going to be worse than you think. I missed my period last week. I bought a test kit last night and I used it just before you woke. I was going to tell you after we got up, but maybe now is the time. I'm pregnant with your baby, Dale. I hope you’re not angry.”
The emotions hit me like a football pile-up, everything from I’m too young to how deeply I loved my stepmom and how close it would bring us together. In the end that was what won out. I’d do anything—
“What the hell is this!” My father’s voice thundered in the room.
What happened next was a blur, but I remember Mom crying out in terror, Dad yelling, him pulling a gun out from the closet, a struggle, a loud bang, and a sharp pain on the side of my head just before I blacked out. My last thought was fear for my beloved Helen.
I came to sometime later. Helen was in fevered activity, stuffing three big suitcases on the bed. One was loaded with jewelry, cash from the floor safe, Dad’s guns, the others with designer dresses, shoes and handbags worth hundreds of thousands.
“He-Helen,” I gasped.
She stopped packing and came over to hug me fiercely. “Thank God you’re okay, my love,” she wept.
We clung together for long minutes until I asked what happened.
“I will tell you in a minute, baby. But right now I need to know something.” She went over a laptop PC on the dresser that I recognized as Dad’s. “I need your social security number.”
“What? Why, Mom?”
“Please! Just tell me!”
As she typed it in, she explained that I’d fought to take away his gun during the struggle and it had gone off. It killed him. She was transferring as much money as she could into a Mexican bank account near a city where she had relatives. It was the only way we could be free, she said. Or we could risk a murder trial here.
“But it was an accident!”
She hammered in some final keyboard strokes and exhaled in relief. She turned to me with dismay. “We’ve been fucking behind his back for almost two months. I’m carrying your child! If we wipe your prints off the gun it only looks worse. And when your friends tell in open court what you made me do, no jury will believe a thing you say.”
I suddenly felt like I might puke. “Oh… fuck!”
“Get anything you must have. Don’t worry about clothes, I’ll take care of that later. We have all the money we need for a new life.”
In a daze, I grabbed a few keepsakes, some cool boots I liked and a dozen books I wanted to have. We stashed it all in her Jaguar’s trunk and hit the I-5 for the Mexican border. She said not to worry: she’d help me learn all the Spanish I’d need and she’d make sure I’d have everything I wanted after we got there.
We were about an hour out of Tijuana and it was dark when she pulled over to a store for snacks and something to drink. She handed me an open bottle of icy, Mexican-brand Coke. Ten minutes after I drank it, I could no longer keep my eyes open. I passed out.
The nightmare seemed to go on forever—the worst kind where you feel like you’re almost awake but you can’t wake up—bizarre dreams mixed flashes of reality. It was accompanied by pains all over my body, especially my face and a tightness across my chest. At times I sensed that someone was feeding me with a spoon.
I woke with a start in a bright, cheery bedroom with strange bird songs out the window and the smell of Mexican cooking nearby. I tried to sit up and found I was handcuffed to the frame of a hospital bed.
“What the fuck!” I spouted.
Helen appeared a minute later, grinning over me. “Welcome to your new life, Dalia. This will be so much fun!”
“Where am I? Why do I feel so strange and achy? And what the fuck is this this?” I tugged the handcuff.
“It’s so much easier to show you.” She called toward the door. “Mom, I need a hand in here.”
A beautiful Mexican woman, a total MILF somewhere north of forty-years-old, glided into the room. It was then that I noticed they both wore white silk tunics that barely reached past their shapely asses and through which bra-less tits poked hard nipples.
As Helen reached down to my chest, I saw a wide elastic bandage cinched down where I felt a tight, heavy sensation. A hiss of Velcro exposed two very large, round breasts. As I looked at them and gasped, the two women held up and tilted a full length mirror.
I’m a girl with a dick!
Save my pubes and from my eyebrows on up, all the hair had been removed from my body. I had stripper-sized breasts and a slender waistline. My face was utterly smooth, as though no beard was below the skin. It was shaped differently that it was before—it was a girl’s face!
I screamed and passed out. When I came to, Helen explained I’d been kept sedated for the past three weeks while various doctors and specialists had visited here and I’d been taken to a nearby private clinic with an operating room.
“You’ve been getting electrolysis every day to remove your beard and body hair, waxing for your legs and arms. Obviously, you’ve had breast implants. The same surgeon did sort of a tummy tuck and removed the bottom floating ribs to give you an hourglass figure. A cosmetic surgeon made your nose and forehead much more womanly. Plus a filler to give you those fuckable lips! And of course the hair extensions until yours grows out.”
“Why would you do this to me?”
“You’re wanted for murder back in Los Angeles, darling. Not to mention you transferred ten million of your father’s money to a bank in the Cayman Islands. They’ll never find you now that you look like this!”
“You said you were transferring the money to Mexico!”
“I lied. I lied about being pregnant too.”
I gasped again. “You fucking—witch! Why?”
Her smirk was replaced by icy calm. “I can’t slap you until your face heals, but I have a long memory and other punishments.” Then she turned cheery again. “I did it to make you easier to manipulate. I also lied about when your father was coming home. I wanted him to catch us because I knew he’d go for the gun.”
“You planned his murder!”
“And I transferred your fingerprints to that gun that we left behind. If you even try to go to the authorities then will see only a tranny slut who’s the prime suspect in a highly sexual patricide case.”
“Why did you go through all of this? And turn me into this?”
“Tradition. My mama and I have a long history of selecting weak males, beguiling and making them love us. Then we force-transition to give us pliable sex slaves we can use to make more money.” She indicated the Latina MILF. “Dalia, meet Dolores Reina. Dalia’s your new name, by the way.”
She gave Dolores a deep, tongue-heavy kiss as she caressed her ass through the white silk. Helen caught me gaping and broke the kiss. She winked at me. “She’s my stepmom. A real hottie, isn’t she? She did to my dad what I did to yours.”
She cinched my new breasts back down with the binder, explaining it had to stay on until they fully healed. Now that I was conscious I could take over the exercise to keep them from turning painfully hard.
"Your face and tits are too sensitive to play with right now, but I can appropriately break you into slavery, anyway.”
“If you think I’m going to do a fucking thing you—OW!”
I cried out as she seized my balls and squeezed them. As I recovered from the pain she strapped a collar around my neck. It looked much like a dog collar and it had a rectangular plastic box that lay on the back of my neck underneath my hair extensions.
She held up a remote control and pushed the button briefly, making me scream from the electric shock on my neck. It was then a simple matter for them to guide me to their basement dungeon and lock my head and wrists into old-fashioned stocks that bent me over. Ankle cuffs on the floor spread my legs wide apart.
Helen held up a dildo ten inches long and two inches wide. “Here’s where I turn you into a real girl, Dalia.” She stripped off her tunic, exposing her stunning body. Her stepmom handed her a dildo harness.
“Please don’t, Mom!” I cried. The tears stung my lip-filler injection sites. “You don’t need to do this!”
Her smile turned wicked. “Of course I do, baby. It’s payback for what you did to me. Besides, I know that very soon you will come to beg for it, and not just for this toy. Real cock!”
I stared straight ahead in despair, waiting for them to take my anal cherry. That’s when I saw the wall in front of me and the one to my side was mirrored. I was shocked to see just how much mine was now the body of a sexy girl. I’d already been slender with shapely legs, but the big breasts and my new waistline—and my face—made me a sexpot.
I can’t believe my cock is tingling from this!
Dolores was now also naked and so intensely beautiful, looking like an even hotter version of 1960s sex symbol Raquel Welch, with bigger tits and ass. She smiled kindly she stepped up holding a bottle of sex lubricant and coating her finger.
“I specialize in mariconas. What you gringos call ‘sissies.’ I just love turning boys into slutty girls, Dalia.” She softly kissed my lips. “If you relax and give into this, it won’t hurt at all, baby.”
I couldn’t help moaning as she massaged my asshole with a slick digit, especially as she eased her forefinger all the way inside my now-horny butt. My cock got instantly hard. Within a few minutes she’d worked three fingers up into my rectal muscle. It gave me a boner as hard as I ever got and made me whimper like a sex-starved slut.
“Make your voice higher, sexy Dalia,” the Mexican MILF coaxed. “You are now a beautiful, sexy girl. You should sound like one!”
She purposefully grazed and jabbed my prostate, building a deep ache in my groin. My voice got higher as my P-gasm built, and I felt the precum flow down my straining cock shaft. Then it hit like a huge wave. I cried out like a girl in ecstasy.
“Your daughter is ready for you, mija,” the MILF said.
I actually wiggled my butt in anticipation as I felt Mom’s hands cup my ass. I couldn’t help doing it and I wondered why in hell this turned me on so much. Did I have this buried in me? Sure, I sometimes jacked off to shemale porn but always to a fantasy of fucking them. Never—
“Mami will make you a full girl now, Dalia. Try to push it out and it will go right in,” she said and then kissed me.
She was right: the huge dildo slipped right into me. It stung at first and I wanted to beg her to pull it out. Instead, I tried to relax and I breathed into it. Helen fucked me slowly and gently at first, letting me get used to it. I could tell she wanted me to like it, to like being a slut with a dick. She wanted me to like erasing every trace of normal American boy in me.
“Oh, I love that, Mom!” I whined in my new girl voice.
“Call me Mami,” she husked, picking up the speed of her thrusts. “You will learn Spanish quickly for your new life here, mija. That means ‘daughter’ in the informal.”
“Es hora de freír su cerebro,” Dolores chuckled.
Mom laughed. “She said it’s time to fry your brain.”
I wondered what she meant until the exquisite MILF’s lips closed around my leaking cock. Mom battered into me while her mom took me in her throat, sucking me into an explosive orgasm that made me briefly sag in the stocks from erotic exhaustion.
There was a sudden, heavy scent of ass as Mom pulled out of me and put the slippery, fouled dildo in my face. She looked down into my eyes, wondering if she’d have to order me. She didn’t need to. I was her slave now. I gladly opened wide and took it into my mouth.
“Muy bien, mija. Te amo.”
“Very good, daughter,” I purred between licks. “I love you.”
“Muy bien, my sexy girl.”
She pulled the cock away and gave me a deep, penetrating kiss. Her love for me was no act. It both heartened and worried me. I truly had no idea who she was or what she was capable of.
You know damn well what she’s capable of. She’s a Black Widow who killed your father, framed you for it, stole all of his money, and turned you into her own shemale sex slave. She could decide to kill you and nobody would ever know.
Yet still my cock stayed rock hard.
“Now we shall see how much you love me, Dalia. Hold her waist, Mami. It’s time to own her fully.”
I could barely breathe from the excitement when she pulled out the huge jar of Vaseline and began coating her right forearm. I had no idea what my ultimate fate was, but I hoped that as long as I went along with whatever perversion she came up with that she’d keep loving me.
What surprised me was how much I looked forward to pleasing her and surrendering to her every whim. It reminded me of those few times I’d gone skydiving and turned my fate over to the universe.
I cried out with joy as her fist slid deep into my rectal meat. My cock throbbed with pleasure and my heart filled with giddiness from the feeling to total abandon, especially as she fondly caressed my girlish ass with her free hand. I heard them whisper and giggle in Spanish, and I hoped they were planning something nasty.
My wish came true a moment later when Dolores dragged over a low table and climbed atop it. She spread her legs and shoved her spread labia in my face. She ordered me to drink.
As her hot piss filled my mouth and I gulped it down in heady exhalation, I reveled in a freedom I would never have known otherwise. I was now a shemale sex slave, a chick with a dick, owned by two sexy, evil women in a rich villa somewhere deep in Mexico, and I had no idea what would happen to me next.
And I didn’t care!
The above story is one I posted in a BDSM erotica sub and it had no sissy/trans elements until this chapter. Here's the next part:
https://www.reddit.com/transgenderfantasy/comments/1clxtmq/my_loving_mother_climax_forced_transbdsmincest/
If you'd like to read parts 1 and 2 of this story, here is part 1:
https://www.reddit.com/BDSMerotica/comments/1cbt0xmy_loving_mother_dubconm20f32incestanaldegradation/

For context I am 23M and have been on 30mg of paroxetine for 2 years. I can get full erections rarely, but it’s normally half erections that can go away during sex. I am supposed to be hooking up with a girl very soon and don’t want to disappoint.
I am interested in taking either the silver packaged 24k rhino pill or the Boner Bear Male Enhancement gummies. Any feedback from anyone taking Male enhancements to get full erections is highly appreciated. Including in how long I should take them in advance to having sex.

Hello everyone I’m a 19 (nearly 20) year old male and I’ve been prone masturbating ever since I was around 6 and have only ever masturbated in this way. When I was 16 I had a girlfriend and we attempted to have sex, I couldn’t get it up for the life of me… we tried several times over the course of a few months and I still could not get hard for some reason. At the time, I had no idea that it was linked to my heavy porn consumption and prone masturbating. We broke up and I started seeing a new girl a few months later when I was 17, we never even tried anything. But ever since then I have had no female interaction and have no desire to. I think it is because I know that dating a girl ultimately leads to sex and I know I won’t be able to get it up. I very rarely get morning boners and never get spontaneous ones either, I just can’t get hard at all at 20. Am I able to fix this? It is starting to ruin my life, I fear I won’t ever get a girlfriend or build a family.

I am not constantly getting boners like I used to when I was 13, and I rarely need to masturbate more than two times per day. However, I see a lot of male teens on this sub (that are about 14, 15 or even 16) that seem to be bothered by a never-stopping horniness and eternal boners in public. They complain about wanting to masturbate all the time, and embarassing public boners, and ruined bedsheets...
This stuff didn't really happen to me anymore for the past 6 months. I just want to be horny again. I'm worried for my balls.
Might be relevant: I got the habit of masturbating once or twice per day, usually to porn, due to a silly little addiction (I'm working on it).
Should I worry about not being so horny all the time and not "feeling the hormone rush"?

alright i’m just gonna lay it all out in hopes someone can help me out. i’m a very in shape 22 year old male that works out 3-5 days a week. I find it unlikely that my ED could be because of poor lifestyle. Right now my biggest suspects are porn/too much masturbating and possibly (i really hope not) a venous leak but i’ll touch more on that later. I do definitely have a porn problem and have been trying to do nofap for 4 months now with mixed results. as any addiction goes it’s been rough to quit but i’ve definitely cut it down from years prior where i’d do it multiple times a day everyday. on the few times i’ve reached 10+ days of nofap i have noticed stronger erections and stronger morning wood so i’m wondering if i just continued for months like you’re supposed to if it would fix all ED related problems. I also wouldn’t write out psychological ED because when it comes to getting blowjobs i can stay erect and finish just fine but right when it comes to sex i lose it bc i know im nervous. Going back to the venous leak, i have been scared from what i’ve read and i guess the main thing that makes me think ghat is how limp my dick is when i’m soft. like i mean it really is super super floppy and remembering back to a few years ago i swear it wasn’t like that. so idk if that means there’s a true lack of blood flow from a leak. can someone pls comment on that if possible. overall, i’m just so stressed because there’s so many different things that can cause ED and idk how to pinpoint it. I will say it also is very on and off and like i definitely do still get spontaneous erections and when i’m horny i do get hard but just not the raging boners i once remembered. one last note is i have tried sildanafil and tadalafil bluechew and i was able to have sex on both of those pretty comfortably if that gives any extra information. BASICALLY IM JUST HOPING ANYBODY CAN GIVE ANY ADVICE TO ANYTHING I JUST MENTIONED. i’ll also gladly respond to any further comments or questions. Thank you!

I would have 2 dollars, which isn't a lot but its interesting it happened twice. There was Kal Penn in Van Wilder 2 Rise of Taj And Jonathan Bennett in Van Wilder Freshman year. I found this to be an interesting bit of trivia considering the movies are extremely of the era sex comedies about two raunchy straight males, and while there are many other examples of this happening, Neil Patrick Harris as barney in how i met your mother and Matt Boner who played neil in white collar i still thought it was neat.

I (25) F often feel like I missed out on having fun in my early twenties by either sleeping around or going out, but I want to be in love before I have my first sexual encounter with someone, and college parties aren’t that fun tbh. I’m more of a homebody, but I can go out and have fun. I also don’t drink due to a sensitive stomach. I like editbles though! I had other ways of having fun with my friends, but nothing “traditional.” But I focused on my school work mostly!
Anyway, I often am called weird, and I am. I’m goofy, I’m silly! Nothing creepy weird, which I seem to attract, unfortunately. However, I was telling my friends at work about this one time when I first saw my puppy getting a boner, and I swear I never saw a dog get one because I always had a female one. Sure before her, my family had a male, but he was old, and I was too young to remember him, so at 17, I almost shouted for my neighbor because I thought there was something wrong with my puppy until I remembered when I was ten, and my friend pinched her dog’s wiener to show me what happened when a dog gets excited. It was wrong, and I hate to say it, but I was too young to understand until now. Also, it’s hard to think of dogs and cats like that because they’re so innocent-looking and adorable!
So I’m telling my friends this, and I’m feeling judged hardcore! They’re jokingly saying I’m creepy, and the guy I kinda like, but he has a girlfriend, said I probably, like to watch bestiality videos, and I felt kinda upset, like torn down. I try not to judge people because I know I was that sensitive kid who was called a crybaby behind their back, I had shitty friends, I’m weird, and I don’t someone’s story, but I’m not perfect so sometimes I’ll judge. But I felt judged by people I thought were my friends and by someone I kinda liked, even though it would never happen because he has a gf, but it still sucked. I did ask a guy before she left if she found me creepy, and she said no, my sister said when I told her that she wouldn’t be honest, I don’t disagree, but I know when they don’t like someone.
I did talk to my mom and sister about it, and they that some things I should keep to myself (even though I’m posting this here) I agree, and I told them that since I try to judge I assume others don’t either, and my sister said that’s the issue too. They said I’m not too weird either. I also tend to overshare, so I need to work on that, but I thought the dog story was funny.
It feels like I’m starting to accept being alone, and I know I’m young, but a part of me has a gut feeling that I will be alone. I don’t want to, but it feels like I should accept it in case.
I just want what a connection. And those dating apps are hard to make. I want to love and to love.

My SO and I have been together for more than 10yrs. There are A LOT of things that work really well between us, there are a few that don’t and I’m hoping we can overcome them… but one of them is that I cannot longer tolerate his friends.
I decided to stop being friend with 4 of his closest friends because over the years all of them have demonstrated to me with direct actions that they are not very nice people. Here’s the detailed context for each case:
G: he’s very envious of how he has experienced more trouble with his own business than my SO with who has a completely different career (or me) we’re both employees, when he’s drunk he says my bf goes through life like a “little princess” meaning everything is so “easy” for him, which is not true. This guy knows that my SO (and me) have struggled with being fired, having unstable jobs, losing loved ones bcs of cancer and we’re not rich we just make more money than him. This guy is also a bit racist, transphobic and I can’t stand these things.
V: gets extremely drunk and dances on tables with short dresses, she sits on guy’s laps even if their girlfriends are clearly uncomfortable sitting right next to them. She used to date my SO before he dated me (actually cheating her bf at the time) and when my bf and I got together during a party at my boyfriend’s house she got too drunk and spent the night there. My SO swears nothing happened, I decided to believe him against my better judgment, it was painful and we used to fight a lot when she was going to go to whatever plan we had with the rest of the group. Now, I don’t care anymore if she’s there, I won’t go and my SO will know how to behave.
TW SA!!! C: he crossed the line at my bf’s house during a party we hosted. C usually gets very touchy with V during parties even if they both have partners. That night I was dancing with G's girlfriend as I’m not comfortable dancing with men or my SO male friends. I thought I was in a safe environment (me & my bf’s house and our ‘friends’) so for the first time I decided to drink more than usual. Out of the blue I felt this guy (C) hands grabbing my breasts, he was behind me, I froze and before I could react he grabbed my hand and made me touch his boner. It was absolutely disgusting, I hurried to the bathroom not knowing what to do, no one came to my help. I decided to tell everyone to go home as I was tired and wanted to go to sleep, my bf was in fact already asleep in our bed. I told everything to my bf the next morning, he didn’t react much and stopped being this guy’s friend for a few months then they started to meet again and he even came to my house a few more times, I was always so uncomfortable but didn’t want to be the dramatic girlfriend. Eventually I said fuck this, I feel sick every time this guy is around I cannot even see his face without getting extremely anxious to the point my body shakes so I stopped all contact. He asked for my forgiveness but what he did was irreparable. My bf continued being friends with this fucker, and my bf says it’s not harassment just a drunk mistake… we had a discussion over this recently where I stated to my bf how unforgivable this is to me so he said he reconsidered things and was going to cut contact with C after talking to him but it’s been months and he hasn’t done it yet although he's not meeting up with the guy anymore. G heard about this when it happened and continued being friends with C and invites him to every single plan btw, he didn't care.
TLDR; Because of these main issues among other less critical ones, I no longer join my bf plans/parties or trips with this group of people who do ALL of the plans together so there are not alternatives to still meet up with friends who haven’t done anything wrong but are somewhat part of this group. I feel so isolated and feel so afraid we are missing great moments with friends as a couple, we go out maybe 3-4 times per year with some of MY friends who visit me very rarely because all of my friends live abroad. I’ve been feeling very worried about the future and my bf’s bday is coming next month!!!!
What do you guys think… what can I do? :’(

Its easier for Nepodi to get opportunities after flops. Sara, Janhvi and Ananya have missed multiple opportunities.
Now Suhana will get a movie with SRK and her career is set. Khushi is doing one movie with Ibrahim already
Shanaya is the only unlucky Nepodi.
Nepoda, except Arjun Kapoor, struggle to get movies if a few movies flop. Since Bollywood is Male dominated , unless their Dads produce movies, it is difficult for Nepoda to get multiple movies. Sunil Shetty son, Sunny Deol son , Amitabh's Grandson are examples
Nepodis on the other hand have easier route. They can be side kick / flowepot/ or their dads may make movies (like Boner Kapoor) and keep them girls getting more opportunities
The debate is always about "why women are bashed more". The fact is that they get more opportunities and they don't show ANY improvement, that's why they are bashed.

Hi. I’m a 23 year old male. This story is ALL over the place so i’m sorry lol. I gone thru so much that i have to section it.
CW SEXUAL ASSAULT I have had a lot of unfortunate sexual experience when i was a minor. I thought it was just whatever. But now i realized it has a lot.
I knew i liked women at the young age of 5, ever since i saw accidently my friends’ mom changed shirts when i peaked into her room. I saw boobs. Ever since then I would just try to get a peak at them when i could. Whether i was watching a movie, show, etc. I was just fascinated by them. This was occasional, just when i saw boobs i would spy and peak as much as i can. But this would fuck me over badly.
So my mom was friend with this couple at the end of the road. This older man and his wife. I was very attracted to his and one day i peaked in her room and she saw me. I thought it was a wrap. I could already see it now, she tells my mom and i get my ass beat. But she invited me in. I was 6 or 7 so i don’t remember the specifics of the convo but she let me touched her boobs and i think i remember her seductively talking and her giggling when i got a boner. Her husband came in and scorned me for doing it and told my mom. But they all still hung out after that. So i just kinda thought it was whatever. Just “boy stuff” i guess.
My drive got worse after that from the ages of 8-11. I was even engaging in stuff with that i shouldn’t have doing at age (this was with girls my age)
Then I was groomed into sexual acts by someone else a family friend let’s say. I was 10-11 at the time. He was a year older than me. He would dry hump me, made me touch his penis, and kiss me. I remember vividly. It happened constantly and i just had to do it and he made me slowly enjoy it. I was and still am disgusted by this. Even more than the previous one. I mainly think was due to just internalize homosexuality (i’m Bi/Pan now so yay?) and just it feeling wrong bc it was someone i deemed a family member. I remember one time i just touched myself in the way he use to do to me and i just started shedding tears. I just wanted to die.
CW ABUSE
My mom was not….the best mom. She lost a child, my dad left, and she never healed. She was abused as a child and that cycle bled in our relationship. She did pills and alcohol. She abused me in turn. She was the nicest person when she wasn’t fucking drugged but was an absolute monster when she was out of her mind. She would put me down in ways that no bully could ever do.
She got mad at me one time for eating a sandwich bc i was fat and she threw a bunch of thing at me and i ran back to my room and the last thing i saw when i turn back was her with a knife heading straight towards my room. Like a fucking horror movie.
The weeks before her death she strangle me for talking back, I was 14 at the time and was getting fed up. She allowed me to stay over a friend for 2 weeks. She died 2 weeks later. Last words to her was “I love you” and didn’t even mean it. When i heard she died it was mixed.
I hated her for the things and abused she put me thru but also she was a victim as well. She never healed and never dealt with it. I have seen men straight up assault her in front of me and was told to mind my own business. She let herself go and i was really the only thing she had left. As she wasn’t on good terms with the family. She died feeling neglected by everyone and i can’t fathom how that feels. I don’t think i’ll ever pinpoint my feelings on her.
How did i figure out this ruined my life?
My mom ruin my self esteem. I feel like i’m not worth shit and it’s been almost 10 years since her death. I been diagnosed with MDD and Generalized Anxiety. I have a hard time being productive at anything i feel like i’m worth happiness.
The molestation and grooming fucked me up. At the age 12 i already had a chronic porn addiction. I think i’m hypersexual and i hate it so fucking much. I hate having these instance sexual urges with about anybody that i find attractive. I hate having to save pics of a woman i see a cleavage or an asscrack. I just wanna be fucking normal. I fucking hate it man.
I was self destructive on the internet when i was 14-16 which isn’t uncommon but i would just spaz out online and at anybody. I was dire for friends. I would be unaware or come off weird or cringey talk to girls online not even thinking about how uncomfortable they may have felt lacking any social awareness or I would troll and harass users on Twitter or Omegle not thinking about the consequences.
I would just go on Reddit and just talked about women’s body and just being disrespectful.
I remember there was this girl i dated for a short term online. It wasn’t a serious relationship now that look back on it. I felt really connected to her after my mom died. One day she told she like someone else and i just lost it. Even after that she still offered to be my friend. But i just said “Fuck you bitch!” and she had enough.
Eventually her friends rightly got involved and i just spazed out her blocking me, making alt accounts just rage out, and leaked her number (luckily enough, this was on an fresh account and was deleted afterwards) I have no excuse for that. I lost a good friend and i had to fuck it up. I just had so much rage and hatred and i didn’t handled it properly.
I’m not a good person. I don’t engage in this behavior anymore but I think i don’t deserve success. I feel like deserve to die and that’s all. I grew up wanting to make things, but maybe that’s not in the cards. Maybe they just deserve to stay dreams. I just wanna die, but i’m nowhere near strong enough to end it all. I don’t deserve love or peace. Maybe i’m fucking stupid and don’t see my self worth or maybe you’ll agree.