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awk
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ouch
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Jan 3 23:56 UTC 2000 |
a lesbian ate my balls.
whatever can i do?
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jazz
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response 1 of 7:
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Jan 4 12:36 UTC 2000 |
If you can't beat them, join them. Surgery's come a long way these
days, and is available without leaving the States these days. I understand
they can make you into a reasonably accurate woman!
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awk
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response 2 of 7:
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Jan 11 03:15 UTC 2000 |
sure, but that requires substantial economic resources which are apparently
utterly beyond my ability to acquire. and i have no confidence in my
ability to pass.
she told me i had to either smash patriarchy or eat shit and die. smashing
patriarchy is an awfully big undertaking and i don't know how to do that.
therefore i have to eat shit and die. i want to crawl in a hole where i
can get away from men, hide from women, and lick my wounds. but i haven't
been able to do any of those things, so i'm just feeling sorry for myself.
you're all welcome to go ahead and laugh at me. patriarchy mocks me, and
i don't see any reason you shouldn't get in on the fun too.
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omni
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response 3 of 7:
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Jan 11 09:29 UTC 2000 |
You can't spend your life hiding from the world. Get up, stop complaining
about the ruin your life is in, and do something to change it.
Not everyone has a mate. Maybe you don't, maybe you do and just have not
met them yet.
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gypsi
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response 4 of 7:
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Jan 11 09:32 UTC 2000 |
If she's being mean, just ignore her. Sheesh.
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jazz
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response 5 of 7:
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Jan 11 14:59 UTC 2000 |
You shouldn't go to a lesbian for male self-esteem issues. Or anyone
who's completed a poly-sci cirriculum. Voice of experience here. :)
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awk
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response 6 of 7:
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Feb 12 01:44 UTC 2000 |
ok, here goes, now you can all laugh at me. once upon a time, i was a
wee kid who didn't want to be a boy. i thought i was/wanted to be
different from and better than boys, but the rest of the world didn't
agree with me. she was the first person who agreed with me, and she
did something for me that she would not have done for a straight boy.
what i received from her was the most wonderful thing i have ever had,
but she changed her mind and took it away, and reduced me to the lowest
piggish denominator, which is one place i never wanted to go. so if
i'm a pig and i can't do anything about it, at least i can hide from
the world as best i can. what i want desperately is to again know that
i'm not a pig, and who's better than a lesbian to look toward for that?
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jazz
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response 7 of 7:
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Feb 12 12:16 UTC 2000 |
See, it's still not terribly bright to look for *anything* from someone
who sees you as food.
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