My dad is 85 years old. He's housebound and has the occasional bout of dementia. The other day he forgot that I was his son, but he liked having me there. It hurts. but you get used to it.

If I could explain to him about SG, he would love you as I do. While my mother taught me the meaning of respect for people, I get my appreciation for the beauty of women from my dad. In that instance anyway, I am indeed my father's son.

My dad is my job right now. I look after him. Suicide Girls is pretty much the only social outlet I have. If I say something wrong, if I on occasion offend, I mean no harm. It's off the top of my head and without a lot of sleep.

SG keeps me alive. It keeps my brain from becoming so much tapioca.(my apologies to those who like tapioca)

And a note to those who disrespect: It's all about the ladies. This site isn't called Suicide Dudes (ooh a thought...oh Missy!!!!)