Urgh... coming down off the caramel shortcake overdose... and pissed off at the Romulans... we had a friendship treaty, things were going well... and then just because I stop sharing the Takarans with them, they declare war on me. Pointy-eared pussies, cry me a river. The irony is, they were always my favourite race to play, but only the Federation has the really shiny ships. Someday I'll get past tech 3 without giving up...
Anyhoo, I've turned around on the child aspect of Nana's... whole thing, really. If she's into everything that sickens Joe Normal, I shouldn't be surprised that she'd be pro-paedophilia. (Yes, spelt with an a you new world philistines.) The fact that she really does have tits does not detract from what she is attempting to portray, and it's got me thinking about the whole thing.
Between my time in hell and the time my mother died, there was this cute little blonde girl who had a crush on me and wanted to give me a blowjob. What was she, six? Eight? I'm not a good judge. Regardless, I declined; but the worst part of me, the monster, always regretted that decision. It left me wondering what I'm capable of. I've watched three little girls splashing around in the bathtub and it did nothing for me, so where the frel was I getting these ideas? When I turned that girl down, was I being a good person or just not a bad one?
I don't associate naked little girls with sex the same way I do naked women. Sure, there are some curves, but they're not the curves. Is it a question of working your way down the ladder of perversity, like going from intercourse to oral to anal? Soft porn, hard porn, kiddie porn? If you'll do anything to anything, a child is probably the furthest you can go. I've got my lesbian incest fantasies, but there tends to be at least two pairs of breasts involved. Meanwhile, I still find that T-shirt which reads "Is it still paedophilia of the kid's dead?" amusing.
*sigh*
Maybe I'd have a better understanding of sexuality if I went out and had some. This can't be just me taking a break anymore. I'm probably addicted to the computer or internet or something. I'd rather spend the evening killing ogres and the father of all gronn than going out and meeting people; even if there is a chance they turn out to be quite nice.
More girls leaving. Noticed London left. Others, or saying they're going to. What else is new, right, but still. I think the only reason I've stayed this long is because it's so cheap and there are still one or three people I like to talk to around here.
If I'm supposed to be keeping some sort of mental balance, I doubt hanging around here is helping. The sad thing is, it's still down to human beings acting like total smegheads. Can't I marry a robot already?
Anyhoo, I've turned around on the child aspect of Nana's... whole thing, really. If she's into everything that sickens Joe Normal, I shouldn't be surprised that she'd be pro-paedophilia. (Yes, spelt with an a you new world philistines.) The fact that she really does have tits does not detract from what she is attempting to portray, and it's got me thinking about the whole thing.
Between my time in hell and the time my mother died, there was this cute little blonde girl who had a crush on me and wanted to give me a blowjob. What was she, six? Eight? I'm not a good judge. Regardless, I declined; but the worst part of me, the monster, always regretted that decision. It left me wondering what I'm capable of. I've watched three little girls splashing around in the bathtub and it did nothing for me, so where the frel was I getting these ideas? When I turned that girl down, was I being a good person or just not a bad one?
I don't associate naked little girls with sex the same way I do naked women. Sure, there are some curves, but they're not the curves. Is it a question of working your way down the ladder of perversity, like going from intercourse to oral to anal? Soft porn, hard porn, kiddie porn? If you'll do anything to anything, a child is probably the furthest you can go. I've got my lesbian incest fantasies, but there tends to be at least two pairs of breasts involved. Meanwhile, I still find that T-shirt which reads "Is it still paedophilia of the kid's dead?" amusing.
*sigh*
Maybe I'd have a better understanding of sexuality if I went out and had some. This can't be just me taking a break anymore. I'm probably addicted to the computer or internet or something. I'd rather spend the evening killing ogres and the father of all gronn than going out and meeting people; even if there is a chance they turn out to be quite nice.
More girls leaving. Noticed London left. Others, or saying they're going to. What else is new, right, but still. I think the only reason I've stayed this long is because it's so cheap and there are still one or three people I like to talk to around here.
If I'm supposed to be keeping some sort of mental balance, I doubt hanging around here is helping. The sad thing is, it's still down to human beings acting like total smegheads. Can't I marry a robot already?
And about my back...hahaha they're not THAT much bigger.