Another Tuesday and once again am waiting for surgery this week. This time it's Friday the 1st.
This time is the fix it part. Apparently the rest of late have been look and see and now it's fix and repair.

I had to fall into the 2% that have troubles.
It's not fair. So not fair

All my friends keep telling me not performing isn't that big a deal. Yet still, nobody wants to play.
So apparently it is a big deal although they know I can't do anything they still won't take a chance of pleasure.
I am way passed the point of moral right or wrong.
I just need the feel of an embrace.

I see why frustration gets a man who has had all this done to them to save their lives and given what I know now I wouldn't have it done but I'm the 2 %

You die inside as well as outside and nobody likes to be around a mutilated person.

When you know a woman has lost a breast all you can do is look and compare. (you do, trying to see a difference)
It is the same with men only you don't get to see what's missing .just what is left.
Just enough to make you miserable.

And my journey continues.