Yasmine Tadross

I can never really find home. I am sort of never enough for any space not brown enough not queer or trans enough and not fuckable I have not unpacked my bags since I was 16 years old Since my parents took me to my first round of conversion therapy trying to pray away my sickening disease telling me that disgusting that I deserve to be homeless. What I thought was home, blossoming tree surrounding 1088 sq ft haven, became a source of emotional abuse toxicity like a red rose rotting or bread going moldy. So from then on out I have sort of decided that I should just be on my own; try to be close to people, but never close enough that they would miss me be vulnerable, but never enough to display that I am in pain or display too much to so that people don't associate with me. It has been a hard six years since then, sleepless nights, self-depreciation, spontaneous Dunkin Donut Runs and researching the perfect tiny house community. So right now I am feeling everythi...

Hey, I seem to fall into this place time and time again, I like you a lot. I seem fall people who seem to remotely like me. I think you're cute. so cute that I have masturbated to you multiple times. I like your presence, I like how calm you are. I also like your thin body framework. I like that you're my height. I really want to kiss you. I want to hold you tight. Why do I do this to myself? I take a regular hang out with someone and glorify it. I like you though, however, I know that you are unavailable. I will still have these feelings with you. I just don't think now is the time to say them to you. I want to be friends with you though, I like your company