To never be used by another human being, and I can do something that some people can’t. At least I can keep my legs close with an iron bolt. It’s sad when I go out in public, I get noticed or approached by either black guys or old men. They must think that become I’m alone that I’m desperate for them. That I’ll do anything for a man. Ha! I hope to become what men despite.
I agree with you on not getting married. I have not known many people who have had a happy marriage, or are just doing it for ‘the sake of the kids’ or whatever reason they have that gets them through.
From personal experience, being homeless isn’t that bad mate. I think the thought of it, is actually worse than doing it. You know in the film ‘fight club’ where ed norton says that he didn’t miss tv after the 1st month? It’s true (well for me it was)
No, I’m afraid its different being a woman. I could be kidnapped and placed into prostitution. I’ll get raped left and right because let’s face I’m officially the nobody of society, so men assume that they can do whatever they want with me. I can go to the library to go on-line to watch shows.
That’s what i used to do (chill in the library and also to charge my phone up)
Forgive me for not thinking about how it is for a woman on the streets. There are some real life monsters out there.
For men (they can still get raped) i think the main problem is being dragged into criminal activities against their will. I have seen it and i have experienced it.
Humans: breed like rabbits, gather like flies, strike like snakes. I’m sure to aliens, normal TV programs look like nature documentaries about the Universe’s Most Dangerous Animal. You are certainly justified in viewing people with suspicion and caution.
I could tell you that truly trustworthy humans exist. I could tell you that you can recognize them by their scent of lilac. But that won’t help if you’ve never smelled lilacs. I’m sorry it’s that way for you. You’ve experienced such profound abandonment, betrayal, abuse, neglect, and tombstone solos, it’s going to some work to find your way. But it can be done.
Being open on SP. Relating to the other weirdos in this monkey house. Accepting and giving advice in the narrow confines of the suicidal menu here… it’s important and it’s good. You can sort of sneak up sideways on intimacy here by sharing pain.
SP is better then poke in the eye with a sharp stick.
I’ve voluntarily became homeless once. I did it for a year, intermittently. Definitely the most interesting year of my life thus far. I think the way we feel shows more than we realize.
Have you considered using a Chasity belt? Or seeking Christ? Or… detachment?
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what do you want to achieve by avoiding sex?
To never be used by another human being, and I can do something that some people can’t. At least I can keep my legs close with an iron bolt. It’s sad when I go out in public, I get noticed or approached by either black guys or old men. They must think that become I’m alone that I’m desperate for them. That I’ll do anything for a man. Ha! I hope to become what men despite.
I agree with you on not getting married. I have not known many people who have had a happy marriage, or are just doing it for ‘the sake of the kids’ or whatever reason they have that gets them through.
From personal experience, being homeless isn’t that bad mate. I think the thought of it, is actually worse than doing it. You know in the film ‘fight club’ where ed norton says that he didn’t miss tv after the 1st month? It’s true (well for me it was)
No, I’m afraid its different being a woman. I could be kidnapped and placed into prostitution. I’ll get raped left and right because let’s face I’m officially the nobody of society, so men assume that they can do whatever they want with me. I can go to the library to go on-line to watch shows.
That’s what i used to do (chill in the library and also to charge my phone up)
Forgive me for not thinking about how it is for a woman on the streets. There are some real life monsters out there.
For men (they can still get raped) i think the main problem is being dragged into criminal activities against their will. I have seen it and i have experienced it.
I bet if you meet a sexy robot house you will want to get married to it. Hey, I think I would be up for that, too.
Vows are noble and solemn things. Unfortunately they are often voiced by the ghosts of your parents, or your anger, or your sadness.
Wow, this post has stirred up some memories for me.
I fantasize about being friends with a sentient robot, but then I realize that other humans would be over him too.
Humans: breed like rabbits, gather like flies, strike like snakes. I’m sure to aliens, normal TV programs look like nature documentaries about the Universe’s Most Dangerous Animal. You are certainly justified in viewing people with suspicion and caution.
I could tell you that truly trustworthy humans exist. I could tell you that you can recognize them by their scent of lilac. But that won’t help if you’ve never smelled lilacs. I’m sorry it’s that way for you. You’ve experienced such profound abandonment, betrayal, abuse, neglect, and tombstone solos, it’s going to some work to find your way. But it can be done.
Being open on SP. Relating to the other weirdos in this monkey house. Accepting and giving advice in the narrow confines of the suicidal menu here… it’s important and it’s good. You can sort of sneak up sideways on intimacy here by sharing pain.
SP is better then poke in the eye with a sharp stick.
* trombone
I swear Mr Smith, you crack me the fuck up with your trombone comments 🙂
I’ve voluntarily became homeless once. I did it for a year, intermittently. Definitely the most interesting year of my life thus far. I think the way we feel shows more than we realize.
Have you considered using a Chasity belt? Or seeking Christ? Or… detachment?