Im horrible at this kind of stuff but boy do I have something to tell you. Ive been getting beat with a belt for as long as I can remember, im talkin' 9 licks a day. My older brother tourchurd me during this time (Everyday(He's very abbusive)). Then I got my mom who torments me to this day. When I was about 13 Jeff and my mom broke up. A few weeks ago she said she didnt know Jeff was beating me. I dont get hit with belts anymore. My brother found a girlfriend and moved out. I rarely see him. I havnt gotten the sh*tbeat out of me lately. Moons and moons ago my mom lied and told me girls dont have testosterone. I believed her most of my life. She told me the truth about a week ago. You can imagine the trouble i had with my lovelife. Im starting over .My idea of a first date would be something like hot cocoa on the couch or intellectual conversations would make me more than happy. Everybody should be happy. I want to make you happy