So, you enjoyed that status. It was entertaining because it was true. I enjoyed it too. You did click like. I thought that was fun. But I want to not like your statuses anymore because they are funny in a bad way. Like your one about my past issues with cloning monkeys. I think that's a bad idea. You enjoy my status about gay marriage. HAHAHAHHAH!!! Funny. I enjoyed that status too because it was dimwitted. I don't give a shit if guys and guys or girls and girls get married. So what? Deal with it! Live together! Who needs a certificate? You are in love! Don't act dumb, I'm not a little prissy boy who laughs at the same jokes over and over again. Leave that to Rachel. I know something about you people. You are not good people who think everything is about abortion and gay marriage. You are not the good ones either. You all stink. I'm sorry. But you all got it wrong. It is about foreplay, baby. Not premeditated situations. So I understand what you are saying, but, no, sorry, that's not it. What if you did something about the environment? It needs help, but it has some issues. Like, global warming. And others. I think that's a good place to start. So please, "God," don't be a buffoon. I'm not laughing at you, I like your page all right, it is cute, I understand that God hates things like Christian authoritative ideas about religion and monogamy, but I hate you just the same. That's what I am saying. Don't act dumb, Rachel. I am serious. That's it. That's your status. Goodnight.
Alfred and I talked about sex some more. He told me how much he was going to rape me, rip me inside out vaginally, and make it so I can't stand up without a forklift, after all the anal raping.
Alfred was telling me some of the dark, dirty things he was going to do to me. How he wanted to pass around me to his friends, not because I would enjoy it, but because I needed it because I was a bad silia.
A spirit right next to me said, “Dump him!”
I heard that, and could not stop laughing.
When we got done talking about sex, Alfred told me about a game he was going to play with me called, “talk about sex and you are dead.”
What's that? I asked, confused.
If you mention to any of your friends that I am going to rape you, you are dead. We don't want people thinking that I condone the act of rape on the Earth plane, okay sweetie?
Of course not! I yelled. I knew he did not.
It is vile and vicious what rapists do to women. The victims do not deserve it, they are not bad silia in need of punishment. I was raped in a past life, and murdered, remember?
Yeah, I remember.
It was horrendous. No, it doesn't bother me any more, you don't have to worry about offending me... But it was vicious and it was cruel, and we will not be cruel to you, understand?
I thought that's what it was about...
Not cruelty, just blatant disrespect. We won't really hurt you, you know? You won't be traumatized, I design it so that we all have a good time... None of this, I like it, you don't but appreciate the concept afterwards... But then again, you will appreciate the concept afterwards, won't you?
Of course I will! I love the misogynistic ramblings of crazy men!
Of course, it's about misogyny, blatant disrespect for women, not hatred of women. Got it?
I got it, I got it... But do you really disrespect women too? I think that's a bit much too, if it's real...
It's not real, sweetie, I respect you more than I respect myself. I just need to use and abuse you a little bit, okay? That's all, that's it... End of story.
What else are not going to do in the arena?
We aren't going to eat crap, we aren't going to do anything with mutilation, and you aren't going to defile me, got it?
I can't defile you, even once?
Hey, I've always had your back, Beeb. I stood by you, even back when the clowns whooped your ass first lifetime, remember?
No, actually I don't remember.
Well, it happened. I know what you're thinking... You saved me from sinking... He had sung this song before.
Why do you sing, 'you saved me from sinking?'
Because you did once, second lifetime. I was having a hard time and you pulled me out of it. You are my best friend, Beeb. I don't want anything bad to happen to you, and I sure as hell don't want to see you raped by a gang of angry thugs.
Then why do you want that more than anything else in the world?
We just want to play a game, okay? That's what sex is anyway, a game. When you rape someone on the Earth plane, it's for real. But this is a game. It's role play. You like role play?
Of course I like role play!
No you don't, you don't like role play, you like it when it's real. And this is the closest it comes to being real. However, it's still not real. It's a game. I'm not superior to you, and you're definitely not inferior to me, got it?
I got it, sweetie.
Anyway, I understand that this is a lot to fathom right now, and you need rest. So time for bed, okay sweetie?
Okay, honey.
Night night. Before you go to bed, I'm going to tell you a story. There was a woman named Rachel. She lived in a big house with her parents. Every night they gave her her medication, and she grew very, very tired when they gave her her medication. One day, she refused to take her medication, and was taken to the hospital and pumped full of drugs. In the end, she got so fat she could not leave the house without a forklift.
Why are you telling me such a horrendous story?
Because this is what happens to good little girls who take their medications. Don't hesitate to cheek it, sweet pea. You feel so much better when you don't take your meds!
I do, but they'll notice.
Not if you get sly about it, Sugar Plum. Practice. It's easy, a lot of people do it. Your parents don't know how to do mouth checks.
I don't think it's a good idea...
Well, I do. I hate the medication you are on. It makes me feel like shit too, sweet pea.
I hate it but I have to take it! Or else I start imagining delusional people in my room telling me stories!
Another thing. Who's the man of the house, sweet pea?
I froze. When he said this, there was a moment of deja vu. Like him saying this was part of an intricate plan.
Whoops, didn't know that would happen! Alfred said.
Well, well, well. What time is it? Time to talk about spirit sex again! I wanted to tell you something funny about spirit sex. A kind we are never, ever, ever going to try. Don't even suggest it, Sugar Plum, or I will hate you.
Ooh! What is it?
There are some funny folk around the spirit realm, who have a type of Earth sex, which is baby and mother.
Baby and mother? But I thought too young was against the rules!
It is, but this kind is permitted. There is a mother, and a baby. The mother oohs and ahhs over the baby, and there is a lot of playing, touching, and tickling of private parts...
That's so sick!! Ewww!!
I know, sweetie, I know. It's usually done by people who have no knowledge of the Earth plane, and what this kind of relationship means.
Why do they do it? That is so nasty! So wrong on so many levels!
It is wrong, sweetie, but not for the reasons you think. There is actually nothing wrong with it, from a molestation perspective. But it is usually done by weak souls, who like the idea of the unconditional love of the mother. They find it sexually gratifying.
Ewwww!!! I gagged and barfed, then laughed really, really hard.
It's funny, go ahead and laugh. I think it's gross too, for the reasons you mentioned, and more. I know some souls who do it. They tell me it is like nothing I have ever experienced because it is so caring, and so loving, and so tender.
Why don't they prohibit it? I screamed.
They think it is good for the weak souls, because they don't understand the implications of what they are doing from an Earth perspective. Earth sex is the only kind of sex that allows child molestation. It's funny, go ahead and laugh.
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