#pastor

I feel you in my mind, shaping my thoughts.

I feel you in my heart, changing my cravings.

I feel you in my cock, throbbing with unholy desires.

I feel you in my eyes, looking with lust at anything with legs and holes.

I feel you on my tongue as I blaspheme.

I feel you in my secrets as I live a double life.

I feel you.

I love you

I want you.

I need you.

Thank you for making me feel such raw lust and freedom to act on it.

Today, February 17, 2026, the world loses a conscience, a voice, a relentless drumbeat for justice. Jesse Jackson has transitioned.

During Black History Month, his passing feels especially profound a reminder that history is not only written in books, but lived through courage, sacrifice, and unwavering faith. He was among those who refused silence. Among those who believed that dignity is not negotiable.

Pastor, activist, bridge-builder, he carried the struggle for civil rights beyond borders, reminding the world that justice is a universal language. He taught us that human rights are not privileges granted by power, but promises that must be fulfilled.

As a citizen of the world and a defender of the oppressed, I mourn the man but I honor the mission. His fight lives on in every voice that rises against racism, inequality, and exclusion.

Rest in peace.

Rest in power.