so actually at one rape survivor meeting, they'd have sex addicts meetings nearby, obviously a killer place to score randy chicks, unfortunately yours truly is way too square and boring for that,
anyhoo we've probably mentioned this anecdote already on some previous blog post, but about the rape survivors, there was one sweet lady there from a military family, she'd get raped over an American flag and her little brother would be running around with colonels or something, so many stories were just plain black, it would be so heavy to sit through and listen... Not like going to a cheap theatre and listening to some dopey kid pretending they'd been raped: These cats had been raped.. There was one guy though, he was just brutally angry, livid. His emotions were just right out on his sleeve, much different to another lady there who had so much internalized pain, it was just black... But the angry guy, I couldn't help laughing at him one day while he was ranting away about his uncle butt fucking him or something... Man he would get worked up, I struggled to contain my laughter, that's messed up.. He heard me and kept on going, "yeah, it's funny, bla bla bla".... We went and got pizza one time after that, he seemed like a nice guy.... That was in Greenwich village so I'd go play basketball after that as I didn't smoke in those days and played reasonably well
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