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I'm not surprised to see it show up.

I mean, there's an obsessive husband that keeps his wife's body in the house and a man called 'Graverobber'. Both are pretty easy to see, er, cracking open a cold one.
 
Yeah . . . The RP I had was kinda messed.
This nut kidnapped my character, and he started stroking hair. That used to belong to his "fantasy girl." He ha ripped it from her skull when he was killing her, screwed her afterward, and then pulled it off all the way.
The sad part was, was that they were extremely in detail. And they were right at home with it, too.
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Rubyliday said:
Mr Master said:
I have many friends. Not so many I trust with all my kinks. A few who can know all the things about me. And I've never met any of them in person...
Because you have never met them, is that was makes it easy?
In some ways, the anonymity does make things easier to admit. If I know I'm never going to have to look them in the face, it doesn't matter what I say. How else would I let my kinks get any play?

It's when I've demonstrated the Beast inside (for a limited value of Beast) and yet I STILL would like to meet them, that's when it's trust, I think. When you've exposed all the nasty stuff, yet that doesn't shame you away. It's nervous-making in its own right, but it's also trust.

Then it's a question of whether they can accept YOU, I suppose, with all your limitations and flaws. But isn't that the chance we all take with every friendship or relationship?
 
Rubyliday said:
Mr Master said:
I have many friends. Not so many I trust with all my knks. A few who can know all the things about me. And I've never met any of them in person...
Because you have never met them, is that was makes it easy?
Oh, additional: I never said it was easy. It doesn't happen often, although when it does happen, it seems to happen quickly. I don't know why that is.

There's a very few folks I feel utterly comfortable sharing things with. And there's just one, really, that I HAVE actually shared some things with. So even with anonymity, there's a lot to be said for being known, valid, unique individuals.
 
I'm only 6 foot one against this chart on the wall
But when she's identifying me I feel ten feet tall
Theres only five guys here so if she singles me out
It kinda makes me feel special, makes me feel proud
Well she can put her finger on me, the rest of her too
Any kind of attention from that woman would do
But women call it stalking..
Women call it stalking
Its just selective walking
But women with their tendency to exaggerate
Gonna hug her, gonna mug her, gonna see her some more
Hey judge waive the charge just a little bit slower..
Can't you see the court? Well I can't wait
She calls it a trial, but I call it a date
When the judge throws the book I'll pretend its a bouquet
Cause I'm gonna marry that woman one day
You can tell a woman that you love her face to face
Or you can do it from a phone call that can't be traced
Women like hugs
Women like notes
Women like roses
And calling above
Women like flowers and hedges and trees
Unless you're standing behind one then they call the police
When I see her, there'll be tears down my face
It might be love, and it might be mace.
But women call it stalking..
(stalking)
Women call it stalking
(stalking)
Just the kind of attention
Get you right back in prison
(Right back in prison)
Gonna hug her, gonna mug her, gonna see her some more
Hey judge waive the charge just a little bit slower...
 
Fact: I'm ashamed of the beast inside me. But my mind and body are two different things, luckily. I have a very strong will and can hold myself back.
 
Fact: I have enough self control that I don't beat the head of my cousin in when he gets into a fit and repeatedly punches me in the nuts.
 
Fact: he wanted to do Dragon Ball fighting. Because i'm the nice Cousin and didn't want to hear him crying, I agreed. Only time I laid him flat on his ass fighting.
 
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