i am male
i am 47 - but dont act it
i dye my hair (usually purple / green)
wear black nail varnish
love to flirt
i'm bi
i love nature and animals - would rather go for a walk in the country than out for a meal.
likes to sing
so i do enjoy karaoke nights
i am Pagan
i am never fashionable - but sometimes stylish
i am pierced
no - it didnt hurt
okay, maybe a bit
oh, alright, damnit - i enjoyed the pain
i live by the coast
in England - sorry
i'm sensitive and understanding - always a good shoulder to cry on
would like to be a lesbian
what do you mean, i cant coz i'm a guy - that is so sexist!
Laser My Words
You Will Die at Age 55
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Not bad, considering your super wild lifestyle
Want to live longer? Try losing a few bad habits.
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Yay - still got 7 years left - i could a sworn i wouldn last til Xmas!
this was one of those repost bulletins - but as a victim of abuse myself - i want to put it here. its a poem that has gone round a lot of sites - most of you will have read it already - but i dont care.
> > > > My name is Sarah
> > > > I am but three,
> > > > My eyes are swollen
> > > > I cannot see,
> > > > I must be stupid
> > > > I must be bad,
> > > > What else could have made
> > > > My daddy so mad?
> > > > I wish I were better
> > > > I wish I weren't ugly,
> > > > Then maybe my mommy
> > > > Would still want to hug me.
> > > > I can't do a wrong
> > > > I can't speak at all
> > > > Or else I'm locked up
> > > > All the day long.
> > > > When I am awake I'm all alone
> > > > The house is dark
> > > > My folks aren't home
> > > > When my mommy does come
> > > > I'll try and be nice,
> > > > So maybe I'll get just get
> > > > One whipping tonight.
> > > > I just heard a car
> > > > My daddy is back
> > > > From Charlie's Bar.
> > > > I hear him curse
> > > > My name he calls
> > > > I press myself
> > > > Against the wall
> > > > I try and hide
> > > > From his evil eyes
> > > > I'm so afraid now
> > > > I'm starting to cry
> > > > He finds me weeping
> > > > He shouts ugly words,
> > > > He says its my fault
> > > > That he suffers at work.
> > > > He slaps me and hits me
> > > > And yells at me more,
> > > > I finally get free
> > > > And I run for the door.
> > > > He's already locked it
> > > > And I start to bawl,
> > > > He takes me and throws me
> > > > Against the hard wall.
> > > > I fall to the floor
> > > > With my bones nearly broken,
> > > > And my daddy continues
> > > > With more bad words spoken.
> > > > I'm sorry!", I scream
> > > > But its now much too late
> > > > His face has been twisted
> > > > Into unimaginable hate
> > > > The hurt and the pain
> > > > Again and again
> > > > Oh please God, have mercy!
> > > > Oh please let it end!
> > > > And he finally stops
> > > > And heads for the door,
> > > > While I lay there motionless
> > > > Sprawled on the floor
> > > > My name is Sarah
> > > > And I am but three,
> > > > Tonight my daddy
> > > > Murdered me.
> > > >