RE: You're a Traitor to Your Own Sex, Madam
August 21, 2012 at 11:25 pm
(This post was last modified: August 21, 2012 at 11:27 pm by Cyberman.)
I think in my own case I have actually know people who have been the victims of rape and have done everything in my power to help and support them, despite there being others who may have been better placed to do so but who did nothing. I can't help it, it's in my nature to help others when I can and even when I can't. I suppose I'm just wired that way. So when I see or hear of people with influence making these sort of statements, or idiots like we've had around here using their sick bible to justify this most horrible of crimes, I just want to either hurt them or take the whole rest of the world in my arms and protect them.
It's like (and this is going to sound really creepy but please go with me on this) if I see a little boy or girl out with their mum in the street, and the kid's in tears, heartbroken because s/he wants, I don't know, a chocolate bar or balloon or something shiny, or even fallen over and banged a knee, I can feel that child's pain behind the rainy face. I know that in that child's world, the only thing s/he needs right at that moment is that shiny thing and the world will be perfect; until the next shiny thing, of course, but still. I've never been a parent, never had the chance, but I just want to scoop that child up and comfort it, sort of reassure it and take its mind off its problems (which at that sort of age, a balloon or something can be your entire world). I would never dream of harming the child, any child, and would probably maim anyone who tried; but I just want to make, in a general universal way, all sadness and tears go away.
Crazy ambition I know. I used to want to be a spaceman.
It's like (and this is going to sound really creepy but please go with me on this) if I see a little boy or girl out with their mum in the street, and the kid's in tears, heartbroken because s/he wants, I don't know, a chocolate bar or balloon or something shiny, or even fallen over and banged a knee, I can feel that child's pain behind the rainy face. I know that in that child's world, the only thing s/he needs right at that moment is that shiny thing and the world will be perfect; until the next shiny thing, of course, but still. I've never been a parent, never had the chance, but I just want to scoop that child up and comfort it, sort of reassure it and take its mind off its problems (which at that sort of age, a balloon or something can be your entire world). I would never dream of harming the child, any child, and would probably maim anyone who tried; but I just want to make, in a general universal way, all sadness and tears go away.
Crazy ambition I know. I used to want to be a spaceman.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
