(October 12, 2016 at 9:55 am)Expired Wrote:Yeah, seems that a grown man co-habiting with a variety of soft animals isn't socially acceptable these days...(October 12, 2016 at 8:28 am)ukatheist Wrote: Would have been worried if you'd said Bungle.
Great programme though, they don't make them like that anymore.
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Confessions
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  (October 12, 2016 at 10:46 am)Catholic_Lady Wrote:(October 11, 2016 at 12:55 am)chimp3 Wrote: I will wager it is not all that kinky. I know people who like to wear diapers and get spanked like babies! Yep, there were at least a couple of them who were semi-regulars at the Bunny Ranch.  (October 12, 2016 at 4:59 pm)Crossless1 Wrote:(October 12, 2016 at 10:46 am)Catholic_Lady Wrote: They are called diaper lovers and adult babies. Otherwise known as the abdl community. Bunny Ranch?
"Of course, everyone will claim they respect someone who tries to speak the truth, but in reality, this is a rare quality. Most respect those who speak truths they agree with, and their respect for the speaking only extends as far as their realm of personal agreement. It is less common, almost to the point of becoming a saintly virtue, that someone truly respects and loves the truth seeker, even when their conclusions differ wildly."
-walsh  
I confess I've dropped geckos from the tops of 80 ft coconut trees to observe the pattern of their controlled glide back to the tree....in the name of science of course!
"Leave it to me to find a way to be,
Consider me a satellite forever orbiting, I knew the rules but the rules did not know me, guaranteed." - Eddie Vedder  (October 12, 2016 at 8:19 pm)Catholic_Lady Wrote:(October 12, 2016 at 4:59 pm)Crossless1 Wrote: Yep, there were at least a couple of them who were semi-regulars at the Bunny Ranch. Imagine wearing bunny ears and making a bucktoothed face while wearing diapers and bunny hopping around a Nevada ranch. You get the picture. Some folks are into this kinda stuff.
God thinks it's fun to confuse primates. Larsen's God!
Ramblings of someone who gets regular moodswings.
I'm a horrible conversationalist when my swings set in sometimes. I have to admit though, this "drama" my friend was just telling me about over the phone just wasn't piquing my interest. It fell flat, and usually I low key live for a little drama. So yes, I found myself just occasionally letting out a "hmm..." or a "yes..." down the phone while letting him ramble on. I'm such a bad friend Still we're going to go see Alaska Thunderfuck together next month and I can't fucking wait for a good night out with him again. Been too long since I've seen this friend in person.
"Adulthood is like looking both ways before you cross the road, and then getting hit by an airplane" - sarcasm_only
"Ironically like the nativist far-Right, which despises multiculturalism, but benefits from its ideas of difference to scapegoat the other and to promote its own white identity politics; these postmodernists, leftists, feminists and liberals also use multiculturalism, to side with the oppressor, by demanding respect and tolerance for oppression characterised as 'difference', no matter how intolerable." - Maryam Namazie
OK. Seriously, a true confession. Sadly, my brother in law has a brain tumor. This is still today a very tragic situation. Before my B-in law became an engineer(1970's) he was a drug dealer who punished a pimp for not paying him for drugs by blowing up the pimps Lincoln with dynamite in broad daylight. White boy in a black neighborhood acting bold as love. You don't often meet special people like him. Psycho drug dealer to well respected engineer. Forward to 1990's. Before the tumor was discovered he was having trouble with shit like remembering his car keys, etc. MDs just kept moving him around the system until this intercranial monster made itself obvious to PET scans and MRIs. However , this is not my confession.
He had a long hospital stay at the time of the tumors discovery. I never once went to visit him in the hospital. I am not callous, I love the man. I am just a weird introvert and before I knew it he was out of the hospital. Still not my confession. When he was out of the hospital we were having dinner. He said "Man, I don't know how I would have made it through that mess if you hadn't visited me so much in the hospital. Man, having those conversations about politics, and religion, and the old days when we took acid really kept me sane and pulled me through." Didn't happen. Delusional or hallucinating. He can't help it. He has a wicked brain tumor. OK, now the quandary. Do you take credit for the hospital visits or do you tell the truth? This is a total Seinfeldish predicament. Do you confess that you are so much in your own world that you did not realize at the time a good brother was suffering so? Or do you take credit for the hospital visits that did not occur in reality? What would Kramer do? My confession , and the answer to the above ... you take credit for the hospital visits that did not occur. I took credit. After all , what conversations we had in hospital (did not really have) were obviously in context to conversations we had many times before and have had since. His suffering today is a real tragedy for me, his children, our family and friends. For some reason I am glad I took the Kramer way out!
God thinks it's fun to confuse primates. Larsen's God!
I think that falls wells into the 'therapeutic truth" area.
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