OK To END CENSORSHIP TO END RAPE ?

You get more nuts with each thread you begin.

OFF TOPIC.
This thread is not concerned
with the state of my mental health.

I reject your competence to diagnose
anyone 's psychological state of health, u quack !

OmSig, would you be willing to be punched repeatedly in the face and be "well-compensated" in order to prevent someone else from being stabbed?

Would you want your kid to be punched repeatedly in the face, as long as he/she is "well-compensated," in order to prevent some other kid being stabbed?


You are deranged. (In my opinion.)

BBB
OmSigDAVID

If you had included a poll that said you should find a new hobby---somewhere else, I would have voted for it.

BBB

Sure a photograph is "non-living" but it subject almost always is.

And since when are children allowed to volunteer?

And where do you draw the line? Some people rape babies; do we use babies in this crazy public service proposal?

BBB
I was raped by two men when I was four years old. How do you think I feel about your post?

BBB

Oh jeez, BBB. I'm speechless. I'm so sorry that happened to you.

OmSigDAVID
OmSigDAVID, I know you think this post and simular others of yours are cute and get your rocks off. If you had any respect for women you would leave A2K and take your evil mind somewhere else. My hands are shaking so much I can hardly type.

A four year old girl's body is not built to recieve a man's penis. I suffered life long injuries, including having my children at great risk and difficulty.

Do you think it's still OK to pulute A2K with your perverted ideas and sense of humor.

You are disgusting!

BBB

Re: BBB


That is awful. Where were your parents?

Re: BBB


THE STALKING ROOM
By BumbleBeeBoogie
(A true story I was unable to write for many years)

A bedroom in a small house,
built before the Great Depression,
holds memories still stalking its victim
into her old age.

Spasms of nausea
interrupt browsing through antique shops,
stocked with pewter hand-mirrors,
polished mahogany dressers,
and yellowed linen table runners
edged with frayed tatting.

An innocent glance with a inward eye
at a faded wedding-ring patterned quilt
hanging on the wall
causes sweat to run down her ashen cheeks.

Her heart pounds in her chest
as memories flood through her veins.
She cannot escape the diary of her mind,
preserving forever the unspeakable acts
of two nineteen year-old men
who lifted the smiling, trusting four-year old
from her crib in her parent's bedroom
on to the wedding-ring quilt covering the bed.

The men disappeared,
but the memories of that room do not fade.
They stalk her still
in unexpected places,
at unexpected times,
in still unexpected ways.

But where were your parents?

This sums up my feelings as well. I haven't the words.

If I may offer some advice....

Express your feelings, regrets, etc. Do not start digging into the event itself. Very tacky of you.

Cjhsa


Why do you ask that question? Are you trying to shift blame to my parents?

During the Great Depression, there were so-called orphaned "Welfare Boys" that were taken into homes to be cared for. The State paid for their expenses. My parents took two 18-year old men into their home. Children were not considered adult until age 21 at that time.

My father was at work. My mother left me asleep in my crib in the care of these two men to go to the grocery store. She never realized they could not be trusted because they were so greatful for being in their home for over three months at that time and were well-behaved.

When my mother returned home, she found me on the wedding ring quilt covered bed, covered with blood and crying.

BBB

That's awful. I wasn't accusing anyone of anything.

Hugs, BBB.

cj, it would be a good time to find somethin' else to do for a bit...

Why, are you going to blame me for this?

One time, a lady told me she had a piece of Noah's ark in a vial. I asked her where she got it. She got mad at my insensitivity.

So I guess that's what I get for asking the obvious question.

when you are dealing with this kind of subject.


Yes

Yes what?