Dear ladies of Solo

[Light Housework]

They're not. They're bringing you down. Wrie your book.

It was people here who inspired me to write those anecdotes in the first place. I probably would never have written them otherwise. Thanks for the encouragement to write a book though. Maybe I will try to

 

[Ragdale Road]

It was people here who inspired me to write those anecdotes in the first place. I probably would never have written them otherwise. Thanks for the encouragement to write a book though. Maybe I will try to

I'd read it.

 

[Anonymous]

I've seen real men. I enjoy being in the company of real men. Sorry to say there are a few juveniles on here who will never be real men.

Avoiding being what is considered being a man has been my one goal in life as a man. Fortunately I am able to have a conversation that does not include beer while at the same time avoiding crying in a leather sofa pointing a shotgun at myself.
Guys in the military are all basket cases and never as tough as most think they are. PTSD doesn't make a man more of a man it's in fact the opposite.
And I do prefer wearing something else than the latest hunting fashion trying to blend in with the woodland.

 

[Ragdale Road]

Avoiding being what is considered being a man has been my one goal in life as a man. Fortunately I am able to have a conversation that does not include beer while at the same time avoiding crying in a leather sofa pointing a shotgun at myself.
Guys in the military are all basket cases and never as tough as most think they are. PTSD doesn't make a man more of a man it's in fact the opposite.
And I do prefer wearing something else than the latest hunting fashion trying to blend in with the woodland.

I can't have a conversation that doesn't include beer.

The ebbing waves whisper my name
And I'm drawn like a moth to the flame
Now the dancing candlelight dies
And I close my eyes
A meloncholic melody strains
To surround me as consciousness wanes
Happiness is the blade of a knife
So long oh merciless life
So long.....

I'm sorry for spoiling the party
I really must be making tracks
Too sober, by half, you tell me
Be strong now and never look back
Too sober, BUY HALF you tell me
Be strong now, and never look back

Me 1992

First verze

Lost in this desert and desperately thirsty
Oh rolling sea, swallow me
I'm tired of the light
Now I just want the night
Womb like sea, rescue me, rescue me
Womb like sea, rescue me

Then into the chorus again.

 

[Anonymous]

This is a Morrissey site. Anyone who belittles another user for expressing their feelings does not belong on a Morrissey site. You can't be fans of morrissey or the smiths if you treat people with such disregard.

Once I might have thought that but then I read "where were the parents?"

Here's the whole deal. True or false, therapeutic or not, there is a risk in oversharing on a public website with strangers. Everyone who reads these posts has as much right to express their concern or skepticism as anyone who would post their entire history of abuse.
I do care about victims and I would never call someone a liar without proof but I have the right to question a story that doesn't seem logical.
It's very brave to post these stories but also very risky. The poster says she has been stalked before and had personal information used against her. The story went pretty far before anyone expressed any doubt. I think Bhops was correct when he said this sounds like a JT Leroy novel.
There are websites that are for survivors of childhood sexual abuse. This website isn't really a good place to share such things and Light Housekeeping is aware of the risks. She isn't stupid. I do think that she is working out some things in public and that's just not a great idea.
I personally don't believe that all of these stories are true but I think that there is a truth to them, that someone wants to tell them means something almost regardless of the truth. At the same time I won't say she is lying.
But you can f*** off if you think that people are obligated to believe these things. Instead spend your time offering your care and sympathy but keep your self righteousness.

 

[Anonymous]

I can't have a conversation that doesn't include beer.

The ebbing waves whisper my name
And I'm drawn like a moth to the flame
Now the dancing candlelight dies
And I close my eyes
A meloncholic melody strains
To surround me as consciousness wanes
Happiness is the blade of a knife
So long oh merciless life
So long.....

I'm sorry for spoiling the party
I really must be making tracks
Too sober, by half, you tell me
Be strong now and never look back
Too sober, BUY HALF you tell me
Be strong now, and never look back

Me 1992

First verze

Lost in this desert and desperate thirsty
Oh rolling sea, swallow me
I'm tired of the light
Now I just want the night
Womb like sea, rescue me, rescue me
Womb like sea, rescue me

Then into the chorus again.

You smell of beer and piss
posters of KIZZ
there's nothing the women miss
let me begin my diss

I have a problem with alphas
you know the kind that shag alpacas
they drill a tunnel in vaginas
only in love with their mamas

They be loud and tough and hard
but soon they will be dead in a bone yard
always born as a bastard
talking like a retard

Their momma tend to be the houze
if not fed she eat a mouse
the cat is chewing on a blouse
no music ever involve Strauss

 

[Ragdale Road]

This is Five Knuckle Shuffle that I wrote

All through biology
I watched you avidly
Sir says, I don't concentrate these days
All through PE
Cursed my shorts for being so flimsy
I prayed that you couldn't see
Then at half past three
I penned a letter to thee
Went weak at the knees
Please, dear bell
Please ring and set me free

Every time I see you
I imagine what you're like in bed
Every time I see you
Crude thoughts are entering my head
And for you
I threw away my beige hooded dufflle
But still I'm left alone
Doing the five knuckle shuffle.

Me 1992

 

[Anonymous]

It was people here who inspired me to write those anecdotes in the first place. I probably would never have written them otherwise. Thanks for the encouragement to write a book though. Maybe I will try to

You should write a book. It would sell. And you could work through these things in a way that benefits you instead of giving your stories away. As I said, the actual truth of the stories is almost beside the point. You've already laid out the groundwork for a book. Also, I'm not saying you are a liar. I just find certain parts hard to believe and somewhat fanciful. There are free courses online from top universities on writing. You won't get credit unless you pay but you can take the class and get feedback from other students.

 

[Ragdale Road]

You smell of beer and piss
posters of KIZZ
there's nothing the women miss
let me begin my diss

I have a problem with alphas
you know the kind that shag alpacas
they drill a tunnel in vaginas
only in love with their mamas

They be loud and tough and hard
but soon they will be dead in a bone yard
always born as a bastard
talking like a retard

Their momma tend to be the houze
if not fed she eat a mouse
the cat is chewing on a blouse
no music ever involve Strauss

Hahaha Haa. There's nothing you can say to me that will make me like myself any less..... I've been on this site too long.

 

[Ragdale Road]

I'm a troll in real life. I cause shit wherever I go. That's why I have no need to be a troll in cyberspace.

 

[Anonymous]

Hahaha Haa. There's nothing you can say to me that will make me like myself any less..... I've been on this site too long.

I suspect your mama is a hobo
hairy feet like Frodo
does her shopping at Costco
her brain been lobo

She cooks a meal from powder
can she be any louder
voice like a heavy metal screamer
her son is a hopeless day dreamer

 

[Ragdale Road]

I've just thought, Urbanus, why don't you hack my phone and see all the porn I've been viewing? Why don't you threaten people with all the inside information you have on them. It's not gonna work. I'm a law abiding citizen who goes on filthy websites. Oh, that's gonna hurt... real bad...

 

[Anonymous]

Ragdale Road is a toad
secret fan of Pink Floyd
his moms name is Boyd
when you were born her fanny was totalled

Now all that's cool by me
there's nothing here to see
so leave the scene to me
Viva Hate and Robby

 

[Anonymous]

I've just thought, Urbanus, why don't you hack my phone and see all the porn I've been viewing? Why don't you threaten people with all the inside information you have on them. It's not gonna work. I'm a law abiding citizen who goes on filthy websites. Oh, that's gonna hurt... real bad...

Then we're two and might be able to swap shit. Bunker babes with bound tits for a necrophile session involving removal of genitalia.
Offer ends at midnight.

 

[Ragdale Road]

One thing I do like, is men in their natural state. I love pubic hair. I like hairy legs too. And some hair on the bottom, nice and furry.

 

[nicky wire's legs]

I'm a troll in real life. I cause shit wherever I go. That's why I have no need to be a troll in cyberspace.

I would like it to be known that in real life I am also a total pill!

 

[vegan cro spirit 222]

f*** sex, you actually agreed to spend time with someone that came to visit you in hospital and proceeded to beat off in front of you as you lay in a hospital bed?

Yeah, totally believable.

 

[Deleted member 1074]

They're not. They're bringing you down. Wrie your book.

I think you better focus on your own writing, bucko.

 

[Deleted member 1074]

f*** sex, you actually agreed to spend time with someone that came to visit you in hospital and proceeded to beat off in front of you as you lay in a hospital bed?

He probably just forgot flowers and had to make something up on the fly...it happens to us all at some point.

 

[vegan cro spirit 222]

can there be any relation between the 'sex and strudel' stories and
the ones all about 'drinking 100 pints in a 100 pubs in 3o minutes'?



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