Dear Brandon Biss/Damien Kyle,
I feel I owe you an apology, especially after reading this remarkable letter you posted. It was written on Feb 11th of this year and now it is almost December before my discovering it. I leave your letter wondering what universe I have been living in? I had not the least notion this letter of yours existed, as I in no way post as frequently as I used to, even two or more years ago when I was much more active.
As I understand you are a plain spoken person who is very direct with no fancy frills, no BS. I made a lot of stupid assumptions as to the person I stupidly assumed you were, based only on my perceptions. I am interested to learn that you have French background representing part of your identity. I am half-French myself and until today, I never dreamed any such connection existed between you and me. I didn't take notice of some of your many postings because I did not have a clue of your many earlier struggles to lift yourself up from your circumstances at home. One thing that I think is fair to assume about me is that once someone has caught my attention based on their personal struggle to arrive at a career that suits their personal goals, all I can say is that the fight one has to engage in is the proof of their personal strength and dignity.
I have asked myself why I did not become aware of you earlier and I guess due to various health problems (I'm 65 and unlike you, I am in poor physical health). All I know is after being a high school counselor for 36 years, before retiring, I have had countless dealings with others who struggled with the misfortune of coming from non-supportive homes, such as you confirmed in your lengthy but brutally honest letter. To your own benefit, you have successfully turned around this set-back by making it into something positive by the strength of character you possess! I have nothing but admiration for such a personal struggle and accomplishments guided by your determination for some well deserved self-respect!
Like you I too came from an abusive home environment coming from my father's verbally abusive way he chose to communicate. Fortunately for me, after he was diagnosed with Leukemia when I turned 13, he returned from the military and lived another 2 years filled with his abusive rantings that continued up till I turned 15 when he died shortly thereafter. I chalked much of this negative environment he created while at home as fallout from his military service in Europe during WWII and what I feel was most likely a still medically unrecognized case of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder that guaranteed he was pretty much impossible to live with in civilian life and made everyone(including himself) miserable around him.
P.S. Also, like you, I love uncut cocks too! My very first guy I went down on was uncut and I admired mostly that he still had all of his standard equipment intact and fully accounted for when he filled my mouth up with his cum. At the time I didn't enjoy the taste mixed in with a few stray hairs. I remembered so much wanting to brush my teeth afterwards! Cum for sure is an acquired taste, like drinking beer for the first time. But life went on anyway whether I liked it or not! I say this with all humility, should my other posts offended you in any way! Please excuse me for my ignorance?
Sincerely,
Frankie, AKA Stimpy