Hey folks-
Let me turn down the tunes...I'm kinda an autophyle...woop I mean audiophyle. And Gil "No! I'm not turning my tight little ass into a convience store!" even though I may be a fucking whore deep deep inside. I've got class.
jemagirl I'm not angry or depressed. I love how I am. I'm a very, very, very unique person. I never got bitter or vengful of the outside world. I am a very courageous person and accepting of others. While horrible things happened to me, I never let those things make me turn ugly. I just talked with my abuser the other day, I call her twice a week. We have good exchanges. Sometimes I have to tear her heartout and she will rethink her position. She is not remorseful or apologetic in the least. So there you have it.
But I was well cared for. My mother was the evil witch. A school mates mother was the good witch. She would come out to see me at school all the time. So that's how I did it Yoli...and of coarse what's mine is yours. I may not be able to resist but I can still run. (Sometimes this comes in handy with the bosses). Though one of the bosses is so intelligent and sweet I'd love to be caught in a dark corner by her anytime...but I have morals...no I don't either...
Anyway at the swimming hole I, just for that moment, had to release all these years of angst and isolation. This group of eight college girls had to accept the psychologial gravity that there are men out there, functioning memebers of society, who are so scared they will never be able to function...at all in the pressence of a woman. It's like looking at a horribally disfigured person, until you get to know them, you will be repulsed.
Off to the hardware store. I gotta mount a Berkley bike license that exp in 1975 on the cruiser. In the mean time let me know if there's anything I can do for you.
chilli-