The motherlode came today. $20 Faviana dress.
It's made of amazingly soft satin, possibly softer than my Paris dress.
But the best part?? It's satin on the inside too!!!!
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How much?shelly321x wrote:Wife's new blouse. She doesn't like it.Who wants it? It needs a good home.
Yep; you scored big-time there.softsatin wrote:How much?![]()
The motherlode came today. $20 Faviana dress.
It's made of amazingly soft satin, possibly softer than my Paris dress.
But the best part?? It's satin on the inside too!!!!
I'm probably going to do the same, to be honest. It feels amazing when I do masturbate with it, but I know I may NEVER find a double sided Faviana dress again, or even a single sided one under $100. I'll use my failed dresses as rags, how about that?Freddielinton wrote:Yep; you scored big-time there.softsatin wrote:How much?![]()
The motherlode came today. $20 Faviana dress.
It's made of amazingly soft satin, possibly softer than my Paris dress.
But the best part?? It's satin on the inside too!!!!
I have that dress and many other Faviana dresses, including the two above actually!
Not all of them are Satin on both sides, but the ones that are like that, are the absolute best!!!
I'm glad you have finally found something that you love.
So, what will you do with your beautiful dress?
The majority of my dresses I just have fun with when I masturbate. I find that they're too gorgeous to ruin with cum.
What about you?
I can take care of itshelly321x wrote:Wife's new blouse. She doesn't like it.Who wants it? It needs a good home.
Freddie, I am not sure what your employment situation is, but if you can afford to move out, you need to take that big step. I am not saying this to down you or belittle you, I am saying this because you are only holding yourself and your own growth by being kept in that box. Your family will never respect you as an adult until you make some big steps to break free.Freddielinton wrote: It sucks living at home. It really does. But they seem to think I have a problem and now because I find Dolls attractive, they think I'm a pedophile and they want me to get help. I can't say anything to explain it to them or make them understand. They are so set in their ways.
I'm a 29 year old being treated like a child.
and destroying or disposing of your property that you paid for is a crime in every state. Heck, in your state it may even be a felony depending on the dollar value. Family or not, anyone who steals or destroys your stuff needs to be held accountable. If it were me, I would be calling the police and filing charges, You have to set a boundary. It's also part of breaking free.Freddielinton wrote: I think my Mom is going to force me to get rid of my entire collection. She's also going to open and throw away anything else that comes in the mail.
and I am sure when the cops show up, they will be more interested in the weed than some dude who buys dresses. Trust me on this...let's just say I have inside knowledge.Freddielinton wrote: Yet my Sister and Dad smoke Pot, a still Illegal drug in this state, and yet that's okay. They can do that, but I can't do what I do. One is legal, one is not.
Or it's just beginning. All depends on how you choose to look at it. Getting out of the restrictive box you are in is a choice you will have to make. Choose wisely.Freddielinton wrote: My life is basically over.
What is "normal"? We're in the same boat dude. I am older than you by about 10 years but single. One thing I will say is all those "friends" who are "happily" married...well, guess what, all of them tell me constantly how blessed I am to be single. And you know what, they are dead right. I live in my own home, I can squirt all of the satin I wish. I can choose to bring a girl here or not. I come and go as I please. I pay all the bills. My house, my rules.Freddielinton wrote: They pressure me so much to live a normal life; to go out and date, and it drives me crazy. I've made amends with being single the rest of my life, and now I'm going to be forced to talk to some fucking shrink and go on dates and shit. I don't want any of that. The older you get, the more difficult it becomes. All of my friends are engaged, married, or have kids. I don't feel like there's anyone left but me. I also just feel like I'm not ever good enough for someone. I have a lot of problems, especially with my confidence.
You deserve to be happy Freddie. Happy and free to be who you want to be. Never forget this. FIGHT FOR IT if you must. But NEVER give up. EVER.Freddielinton wrote: I can't say that I don't deserve it, especially lately.
Loss sucks. My best buddy from 1988-2005 was my Siamese bastard cat. He was a cat that was left for dead on the side of the road. We rescued him. He only purred when I was around. I haven't been able to have another pet since. I grew up with the little guy. He was there during those awkward years of 8th grade through high school and into early adulthood. People who don't or haven't owned pets don't understand what it is like.Freddielinton wrote: Last Friday, my best friend in the entire world, my cat, passed away. I am devastated. There is a huge hole left where my heart used to be. I constantly break out in tears. We had a really special bond, and I just thought we had more time together. I can't help but feel guilt. I recently got a new job, and I just feel like I didn't get to spend as much time with her as before, and I should have taken her to the vet or something. She was perfectly fine though, and she passed sleeping right next to me like always. It's just really difficult. I've lost my best friend.
If you ever feel that urge, I want you to reach out to me. Inbox me for my phone number. It isn't your time yet Freddie. Trust me if you ignore anything else I have to say, hear these words.Freddielinton wrote: And then this fucking bomb is dropped on me that I know is going to just roll right into the weekend and probably the next few weeks. I could never kill myself, but I wish I were dead now.
I hope you break free from the chains that bind you, and get out of that house and come back. You are not abnormal, defective or broken. You are a great guy and one day soon you will see that.Freddielinton wrote: It has been a pleasure, but I just don't think I'm fit for these places anymore. Maybe I do have a problem. Maybe I do need to stop. I don't know. I think it would be best if I just stay away.
All the more reason to get out of her house. She has a right to feel however, but she should never degrade you or steal your property. That is a crime, and it is downright disrespectful. But as I said before, until you move out on your own and break the cord binding you, this will not end. It's time to make the move- even if it means sacrificing and moving in with a room mate. Time to say "deuces"Freddielinton wrote: She finds it really creepy, degrading, and now she has sworn to confiscate and open every single package that arrives. My last 3 packages I spent about $200+ on BlackMilk items. She won't give them to me. Thrown away like trash.
I will always hate my Mother for throwing away my things.
and you are allowing her to do it. You are an ADULT. You have rights under the law. Call the police. Make it official. Time to man up and stand up for you. No one else is going to do it Freddie. It's you and you alone on this one. Pick your moments.Freddielinton wrote: She's taking away all of the things that make me happy, because she doesn't find it normal.
and they never will either. You are going to have to love yourself before anyone will love you. You are perfectly normal, perfectly okay, and you aren't harming anyone nor doing anything immoral or illegal. The only choice you have to make is to stop being a victim of their oppressiveness. Trust me down the road they will actually learn to respect you when you break free. But you're just going to have to do it and not turn back.Freddielinton wrote: My family just doesn't understand.
and until you stand up for yourself and hold her accountable, it will continue. You have to draw the line. You are almost 30. You are a grown ass man. Do yourself a favor and show her (and anyone else) that by putting them in their place. Or not. The choice is yoursFreddielinton wrote: It's a violation of Federal Law to open other people's mail, no matter what. My Mother seems to be perfectly okay with breaking several laws (also allowing the consumption of illegal drugs in the house, which in my opinion is FAR WORSE than anything I have ever done).
See above. Anyone who deprives you of your property is a criminal. Call 911 and have an officer dispatched to you. Believe me it will not end well if they refuse to hand you your property. Oh and if they retaliate by evicting you, remember in most states it is a process. Once you live somewhere, you usually have 60-90 days before the brown clowns will come a knockin.Freddielinton wrote: I've also considering getting locks on my door for when I'm not home. I can honesty say that I do not trust my Mother anymore. My Sister treats me different now (she's the one who found my Dolls....I can't remember if I explained that already or not). Even worse, now my Sister is working in cahoots with my Mom in confiscating my packages. I received a notification that the final packages had arrived. Before I checked the mailbox, I decided to check my Sister's car. They were in there, with the doors locked. I asked my Mom politely to give them back, which of course started the fight all over again. She thinks it's teaching me a lesson, but throwing things away is never a lesson. It's punishment for no reason, and it devastates me. Long story short, my family thinks less of me now because they now know what I do in private. My family....thinks less of me because of this.
BINGO! THIS!Freddielinton wrote: I think my best bet is to start saving up and get the fuck out so I can live the life I obviously can't live here.
If she cannot accept her for who you are, than pardon the vernacular, but fuck her and anyone else. You are OKAY being who you are. Period.Freddielinton wrote:My Mom straight up said to me that she'd rather I be Gay than do what I do.
She blames herself because she is a failure and cannot accept you for who you are. This is HER problem, NOT yours. She is the one who needs therapy and a good kick in the ass.Freddielinton wrote: She blames herself and her raising me being the fault for who I am....for why I am. She doesn't understand that these things make me happy. Buying things help fill the void in my life. Throwing them away kills me inside. They just don't understand and they keep mentioning therapy. It's really starting to piss me off. Because I like dolls I'm fucked up in the head. Have you seen how sexualized dolls are these days? They're hot; I can't help being attracted to what I'm attracted to. It it makes me happy and doesn't hurt anyone (except for my family, clearly, who shouldn't even know about it), I don't see anything wrong with it.