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2017-08-26 at 11:11 PM UTC
Originally posted by Dargo Not crying =/= heartless. Men don't cry brah.
Sure they do. Assuming your story about 'Tommy' is true, what are you going to tell him when he's sad? SHUT UP TOMMY!!! SUCK IT UP, MEN DON'T CRY!
For maximum effect you hit him afterwards and if he insists on crying more after that, you just hit him until he stops. I bet that'll turn him into a man. Abusive people tell other people they are not supposed to feel a certain way. Now you can control your emotions and that is fine, and then sometimes under the right circumstances you don't have to.
People that tell me real men don't do X or Y just let me know that their conception on how emotion works and are to be dealt with is wrong. -
2017-08-26 at 11:34 PM UTC
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2017-08-26 at 11:49 PM UTCwhen i was 12 i attempted rape. i lured one of my classmate into the pantry beneath the staircase. in it there were some mattresses that we use for PE lessons for things like high jump and things like that.
once inside i just shove her onto the stack of mattresses and wedged myself in between her legs. when i hatched the idea of doing a rape i thought it was going to be as simple as 123 and as easy as abc but it turned out i was wrong becos i didnt factor in the fact that at around the age of 11-12 girls develop faster and more than boys their age, and that i picked a ''meaty'' girl that was bigger and taller than me and in addition to my scrawny physique ... meant that i was doing a herculean thing.
and i didnt know how wrong i was until i found myself struggling just to keep her lying still on the mattresses, much less being able to undo her top, i couldnt restrain her hands with my hand by grabbing her wrists. so i gave up trying to do a proper, full-course rape and just tried to get it done as fast as possible so i pulled down my pants and tried to rip her panty off like the way i see them do it on tv but couldnt becos either she was wearing some super strong panty or i was a very weak boy i dont know.
so i backed up a little bit and thats when one of her foot landed on my belly while the other om my chest, like a kangaroo kicking a beach ball and i was sent airborne onto the wall behind me. i hit my head so hard against the wall i was kinda dizzy and i cant remember how or where she got that scissor, its the kind of paper craft scissor thats about 3inches long and had sharp pointed tip and suddenly now its she whos between my legs.
and she grabbed my penis and pulled it with one hand and laid the scissor to the base of my penis with the other. by this time i realize what was going on and got really scared and began to cry like a girl and squeal and beg her to stop. she didnt even threaten to cut it off, she just went about doing it.
i was so scarred i was even saying stupid shit like 'pls dont cut me i promise i'll be good i'll even wear a skirt and wont be bothering you all anymore (girls in my school used to despise me becos i'd always sneak up behind them and up their skirts. everybody, teachers included thought i did that for just for some harmless laughs but the truth is i did that for fapage material and the only only ones that didnt hate me for it were those around the age of 8-9 who thought it was funn to get up-skirted)
after a while i dont how long she finally relented and let go, which i didnt think was becos she forgave me or out of pity but becos quite a lot of blood was coming out. she was 3-5% into the cutting when she stopped. after she left i picked my self up and as i didnt have anything so i just rolled toilet rolls around my penis to stop the bleeding and i never told anyone about what happened becos i didnt know how to explain it and was afraid that if i told them the truth i'd got the cut off by them, whoever, instead.
after like two weeks the wound healed leaving behind a scar about 5mm long and i dont know whether it was physical trauma or a mental one but eversince that fateful day i never again being capable of an erection.
and just like that, in less than 3 minutes, a boys life got a big fat marker line that turned one part into a before ... and the rest into the after.
sometimes when i couldnt sleep i'd just lie on my bed with the lights off and let tears roll freely down my cheeks while i chants, repeatedly in my head, hoping that if gotts exist, that they would, some of them would, or maybe one of them would hear me.
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2017-08-26 at 11:55 PM UTCTerrible.
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2017-08-26 at 11:58 PM UTC
Originally posted by benny vader when i was 12 i attempted rape. i lured one of my classmate into the pantry beneath the staircase. in it there were some mattresses that we use for PE lessons for things like high jump and things like that.
once inside i just shove her onto the stack of mattresses and wedged myself in between her legs. when i hatched the idea of doing a rape i thought it was going to be as simple as 123 and as easy as abc but it turned out i was wrong becos i didnt factor in the fact that at around the age of 11-12 girls develop faster and more than boys their age, and that i picked a ''meaty'' girl that was bigger and taller than me and in addition to my scrawny physique … meant that i was doing a herculean thing.
and i didnt know how wrong i was until i found myself struggling just to keep her lying still on the mattresses, much less being able to undo her top, i couldnt restrain her hands with my hand by grabbing her wrists. so i gave up trying to do a proper, full-course rape and just tried to get it done as fast as possible so i pulled down my pants and tried to rip her panty off like the way i see them do it on tv but couldnt becos either she was wearing some super strong panty or i was a very weak boy i dont know.
so i backed up a little bit and thats when one of her foot landed on my belly while the other om my chest, like a kangaroo kicking a beach ball and i was sent airborne onto the wall behind me. i hit my head so hard against the wall i was kinda dizzy and i cant remember how or where she got that scissor, its the kind of paper craft scissor thats about 3inches long and had sharp pointed tip and suddenly now its she whos between my legs.
and she grabbed my penis and pulled it with one hand and laid the scissor to the base of my penis with the other. by this time i realize what was going on and got really scared and began to cry like a girl and squeal and beg her to stop. she didnt even threaten to cut it off, she just went about doing it.
i was so scarred i was even saying stupid shit like 'pls dont cut me i promise i'll be good i'll even wear a skirt and wont be bothering you all anymore (girls in my school used to despise me becos i'd always sneak up behind them and up their skirts. everybody, teachers included thought i did that for just for some harmless laughs but the truth is i did that for fapage material and the only only ones that didnt hate me for it were those around the age of 8-9 who thought it was funn to get up-skirted)
after a while i dont how long she finally relented and let go, which i didnt think was becos she forgave me or out of pity but becos quite a lot of blood was coming out. she was 3-5% into the cutting when she stopped. after she left i picked my self up and as i didnt have anything so i just rolled toilet rolls around my penis to stop the bleeding and i never told anyone about what happened becos i didnt know how to explain it and was afraid that if i told them the truth i'd got the cut off by them, whoever, instead.
after like two weeks the wound healed leaving behind a scar about 5mm long and i dont know whether it was physical trauma or a mental one but eversince that fateful day i never again being capable of an erection.
and just like that, in less than 3 minutes, a boys life got a big fat marker line that turned one part into a before … and the rest into the after.
sometimes when i couldnt sleep i'd just lie on my bed with the lights off and let tears roll freely down my cheeks while i chants, repeatedly in my head, hoping that if gotts exist, that they would, some of them would, or maybe one of them would hear me.
i just want them to know, that i didnt deserve any of this.
jesus christ.
you got raped.
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2017-08-27 at 6:07 AM UTC
Originally posted by Sophie Sure they do. Assuming your story about 'Tommy' is true, what are you going to tell him when he's sad? SHUT UP TOMMY!!! SUCK IT UP, MEN DON'T CRY!
For maximum effect you hit him afterwards and if he insists on crying more after that, you just hit him until he stops. I bet that'll turn him into a man. Abusive people tell other people they are not supposed to feel a certain way. Now you can control your emotions and that is fine, and then sometimes under the right circumstances you don't have to.
People that tell me real men don't do X or Y just let me know that their conception on how emotion works and are to be dealt with is wrong.
Tommy's still only 7, so if he cries now and then that's fine. He's a boy not a man. When he gets older though, I don't think I'll have to tell him not to cry because I don't intend on raising a wuss. If he does cry later on though I'm not sure what I'll say yet. It'll probably depend on the situation.
Yeah lol child abuse. I'm really going to beat the kid I adopted so he wouldn't get beaten. But for the record I said men don't cry. Men can certainly feel sad, as they should sometimes. Crying by and large just isn't a masculine outlet for feelings. That's for chicks. There are a few instances where I can see it appropriate for men to shed a tear or two, but they're extreme and rare. You 'having a good cry' from time to time is faggy. -
2017-08-27 at 6:14 AM UTCKeeping people from crying as children is only seeding psycotic people into the world like Infinityshock
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2017-08-27 at 6:23 AM UTC
Originally posted by benny vader when i was 12 i attempted rape. i lured one of my classmate into the pantry beneath the staircase. in it there were some mattresses that we use for PE lessons for things like high jump and things like that.
once inside i just shove her onto the stack of mattresses and wedged myself in between her legs. when i hatched the idea of doing a rape i thought it was going to be as simple as 123 and as easy as abc but it turned out i was wrong becos i didnt factor in the fact that at around the age of 11-12 girls develop faster and more than boys their age, and that i picked a ''meaty'' girl that was bigger and taller than me and in addition to my scrawny physique … meant that i was doing a herculean thing.
and i didnt know how wrong i was until i found myself struggling just to keep her lying still on the mattresses, much less being able to undo her top, i couldnt restrain her hands with my hand by grabbing her wrists. so i gave up trying to do a proper, full-course rape and just tried to get it done as fast as possible so i pulled down my pants and tried to rip her panty off like the way i see them do it on tv but couldnt becos either she was wearing some super strong panty or i was a very weak boy i dont know.
so i backed up a little bit and thats when one of her foot landed on my belly while the other om my chest, like a kangaroo kicking a beach ball and i was sent airborne onto the wall behind me. i hit my head so hard against the wall i was kinda dizzy and i cant remember how or where she got that scissor, its the kind of paper craft scissor thats about 3inches long and had sharp pointed tip and suddenly now its she whos between my legs.
and she grabbed my penis and pulled it with one hand and laid the scissor to the base of my penis with the other. by this time i realize what was going on and got really scared and began to cry like a girl and squeal and beg her to stop. she didnt even threaten to cut it off, she just went about doing it.
i was so scarred i was even saying stupid shit like 'pls dont cut me i promise i'll be good i'll even wear a skirt and wont be bothering you all anymore (girls in my school used to despise me becos i'd always sneak up behind them and up their skirts. everybody, teachers included thought i did that for just for some harmless laughs but the truth is i did that for fapage material and the only only ones that didnt hate me for it were those around the age of 8-9 who thought it was funn to get up-skirted)
after a while i dont how long she finally relented and let go, which i didnt think was becos she forgave me or out of pity but becos quite a lot of blood was coming out. she was 3-5% into the cutting when she stopped. after she left i picked my self up and as i didnt have anything so i just rolled toilet rolls around my penis to stop the bleeding and i never told anyone about what happened becos i didnt know how to explain it and was afraid that if i told them the truth i'd got the cut off by them, whoever, instead.
after like two weeks the wound healed leaving behind a scar about 5mm long and i dont know whether it was physical trauma or a mental one but eversince that fateful day i never again being capable of an erection.
and just like that, in less than 3 minutes, a boys life got a big fat marker line that turned one part into a before … and the rest into the after.
sometimes when i couldnt sleep i'd just lie on my bed with the lights off and let tears roll freely down my cheeks while i chants, repeatedly in my head, hoping that if gotts exist, that they would, some of them would, or maybe one of them would hear me.
i just want them to know, that i didnt deserve any of this.
jesus christ that made me lol so hard
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2017-08-27 at 6:29 AM UTCi cried like 2, maybe 3 times since i was 18. one was when my best pal got killed when i was 23. another was when an ex was splitting up with me but then i was close to feeling that way so i kinda just pushed it on and it worked, she stayed and was with her for another 2 years, but i'm not sure that counts coz it was kinda acted. there prolly was another time but i can't remember now. i just woke up so might edit this later.
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2017-08-27 at 6:31 AM UTCto be honest i can be quite emotionless to very emotional situations a lot of the time. my pal graham getting killed was the only time a death ever effected me that way. even with family members i've always been kinda meh about it.
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2017-08-27 at 6:37 AM UTC
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2017-08-27 at 6:40 AM UTC
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2017-08-27 at 6:46 AM UTC
Originally posted by aldra https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hachikō
are you saying i have less empathy than a dog?
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2017-08-27 at 6:47 AM UTCNo,it's a sad story for OP, I only read like half the thread
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2017-08-27 at 6:48 AM UTCoh ok, cool then.
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2017-08-27 at 6:49 AM UTCthought i was gonna have to do ya, aldra
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2017-08-27 at 6:51 AM UTCI'm not paying for a flight to England just to get bummed
*'bummed' is in my autocorrect dictionary, fantastic -
2017-08-27 at 7:07 AM UTC
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2017-08-27 at 7:21 AM UTC
Originally posted by aldra https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hachikō
So fucking sad. They made a (shitty) movie about him too and in the end you see this stiff greyed dog slowly plodding along to the station as he gets older and weaker, but the guy still never comes. Ugh. Poor doggo.
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2017-08-27 at 7:25 AM UTC
