Originally Posted by Mordor

Ki,

My sister and I were both molested and beaten for years by our stepdad. She went on to smoke crack and strip, and I went to college and got married. But despite the seeming normality of my life, our demons were the same. On the outside everything looked fine, but inside I was dead. I was fucked up, and I did fucked up things. The difference for me was the love of a good woman. The best woman in the world. The only woman who could have saved me.

Hi, Ked!

Molestation and abuse are a breach of trust and a betrayal of love, so only love can heal the damage. That may sound corny to you, but it's true. I don't mean the trite portrayals of love we often see in movies or hear in music. I mean love that endures and sacrifices. Nothing is stronger than that.

Also, if you are suffering from PTSD as I was, two or three controlled sessions of therapy with MDMA will sort your brain out on the mental health side of things.

Originally Posted by Neward Thelman

"SMOKE CRACK MUDA****KKA"

I'll check that dictionary, but in the meantime I'm impressed - as is everyone else in the world - by your eloquence, obvious accomplishments and success, and the evidence of your blazingly high intelligence.

Originally Posted by Frownland

He just doesn't have a mind so closed that it rivals Blockbuster.

Originally Posted by elphenor

I own the mail