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I've never told the truth about this.

Okay. . .I'll fess up to some home truths I've kept hidden for years: I made Voodoo dolls of each and every one of you. Did you feel that? Heh.
 
A little BDSM is only part of poke-age. My V-dolls are anatomically correct, so sometimes there is pull-age and slippage. :smile:
 
I've made up some really convincing lies about my childhood. Never told the truth about it, even to people who knew me during the latter part of it.

Never figured it would matter. And the truth is, it basically still doesn't. Nobody who knows me outside of the physical world is going to give a shit. A few people do know me from the real world, but even to them, it's next to trivial.

At this point, I don't even know why I should bother to post this thread instead of just hit Command+A and delete the whole damn thing.

I guess I'll just play it off like it was a joke tomorrow when I wake up and see that somebody has replied to it. Fact is... at this late stage of the game, it really is irrelevant, except for this... could I have been a somebody? Could I have been a contender?

No. I never could have. I was getting hit by 50 kiloton nukes right out of the womb. I had no chance. But I fought anyway, because that's all I know how to do. It's my foundational instinct. I guess maybe the gods decided to show me that doesn't really matter.

Well enough. Guess I've seen it for myself now.

You're right, i don't even know you but i could tell right away that you were a sexually abused child, a child that had brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins and yes, even your own parents have partaken in the sexual abuse that you went through as a child. I know that you are probably a very fucked up person because of this abuse and i'm sorry for what you had to go through, i at least hope that some of the abuse was enjoyable for you, such as getting to bang a hot female cousin, i have done that myself and it was a very pleasurable experience for me i must admit.
 
Okay. . .I'll fess up to some home truths I've kept hidden for years: I made Voodoo dolls of each and every one of you. Did you feel that? Heh.

I have been feeling a burning sensation in my groinal region lately, was that you with them damn dolls or could it be the clap that i more than likely got from that whore i banged the other night? Please tell me if that was you just fucking around with the dolls because if it wasn't you and the dolls, then i need to go see a doctor PRONTO!!!
 
You have sciatica? My wife has that, and scoliosis too.

Enke, can you make a doll for my wife too please?
 
You're right, i don't even know you but i could tell right away that you were a sexually abused child, a child that had brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins and yes, even your own parents have partaken in the sexual abuse that you went through as a child. I know that you are probably a very fucked up person because of this abuse and i'm sorry for what you had to go through, i at least hope that some of the abuse was enjoyable for you, such as getting to bang a hot female cousin, i have done that myself and it was a very pleasurable experience for me i must admit.

You are one seriously fucked up individjll.
 
It's big, very big.

Not really. Let's see, now... I've had 3 stepfathers.

First one was schizophrenic, I think possibly bipolar and a drug addict, although I'm not sure what kind of drugs. My mom was with him from the time I was about, oh... 2 years old until I was around 7. He beat the shit out of her pretty frequently, and me almost as frequently. I seem to recall ending up in the hospital at least once.

Second one was an alcoholic. Not as many beatings with that one, but a lot of emotional abuse, including convincing my mom to give me up to a foster home for a couple years. That's pretty hard to deal with when you're 9 years old.

Third one was when I was already about 17. He wasn't abusive at all, he was just a dumbass.
 
That's pretty hard to deal with when you're 9 years old.

Like I said, it's big. Your formative years: a nightmare of abuse. We all have something in our past that sucked like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, but you got it in spades. Maybe I'll stalk you and give you a nice squeezey hug.
 
Like I said, it's big. Your formative years: a nightmare of abuse. We all have something in our past that sucked like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, but you got it in spades. Maybe I'll stalk you and give you a nice squeezey hug.

Well, that'd be okay. But I can't go back and change what happened, and I was too young at the time to have any influence over it even then. So there it is. Just had to accept it and keep going.
 
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