Sorry, I'm on a roll. This subject has dredged up something deep inside of me. I'll try to make sense even though I'm going slightly OT.
If I was the big brother of one of these young girls, I would not be happy about my little sis slutting it around like that. Even if she really was an innocent. I can't stress this enough: I am not calling these children sluts. I am calling out the parents.
But what if you are also a prepubescent boy and your parents think it's ok to parade your little sister around like that. Surely you would notice? Surely you would feel protective of her as grown men lech over her in front of you? Surely that would make a mark on objective reality as you observe it? How to make sense of it.
I'm not talking about when your little sister reaches 16 and she can legally be married and have kids. She's all but grown up then, I'm talking the years before that.
I've never had a little sister, though for a brief time I did, and this is what has 'triggered' me to write another post on this. It was the daughter of one of my father's girlfriends. We absolutely fell in love with each other - she was the little sister I had never had, and I was the big brother she would never have.
Child molestation was rife in her family. Her mother didn't shut up about it. That sounds bad. But at the time something didn't seem right. I had only just met her but she was telling me about how her father had molested her and her siblings. The mum I'm talking about here, to be clear, not my new little sister.
There was evidence of some serious triangulation going on in the family as my little sister's only sibling - an older sister (say 18) - was somewhat distant and afraid of the mother who had bipolar. It's often the case when Narcisstic abuse takes place that the older child becomes the scapegoat or blacksheep.
I really liked the older sister as well. But she was distant. Being polite, but making her excuses to gtfo of the house when she could. She was warm and genuine and I sensed her fear, being a fellow empath and blacksheep/scapegoat. I didn't register this at the time of course, only some time later. Now it makes sense.
So we didn't spend any time together even though there was supposed to be a marriage on the cards and we would be kind of half-brother/half-sister (sorry, don't know the correct terminology - suffice to say it never happened).
She was definitely the scapegoat and would have borne the brunt of the abuse that the mother was dealing out. I don't know if the child molestation even happened (on the part of the mother). BPD and Narcs and other Cluster B personality disordered types make shit like this up all the time. They are the ultimate victims. They are the ultimate predators.
See Ted Bundy. He got to kill so many women by playing the victim. He would pretend to have a broken arm or leg and would need help to put the books in to the back of his VW. He had it worked out to a T.
And talking of brothers and sisters, he tried to abduct one young child - a female - and she was just about to walk off with him when her big brother came along and took on this grown man - what balls - as a kid. But he was looking out for little sister. He saved her life. The bonds between siblings can be incredibly strong. I would have gone through torture in place of my brother, but I wouldn't have done it for my parents.
But back to my 'temporary' little sister. We didn't spend that much time together, probably only a few days over a few weeks, if that. But we went to the park and walked about and took some trains out to a few places. We were getting ready to share our new lives together. As brother and sister.
There is no fucking way on this Earth that I would have ever allowed her to dress like that. But you see, I was a grown man, and she was just a young child of six years old. It was obvious to me.
She wasn't even my flesh and blood, but I would have protected her, because that is what big brothers do. So what the fuck happened to the parents in all of this? Why do they allow their children to parade around like this? Does a 5/6 year old really need to wear skin tight lycra with all the showing up of the intimate body parts that ensues from that?
I'm just drawing parallels here. My little sis at the time was very modestly dressed. I still remember her favourite dress - a floral print number that went down to her knees. It had shades of Green and it sparked off her beautiful Italian olive skin and deep Brown eyes.
That little girl. My little sister. She stirred something deep in me that I never knew existed. She reached the uttermost depths of my soul. And this is why I remember the few days we spent together so well.
Men have an innate instinct. It's who we are. It's why we go to war and fight. It's why we are prepared to give our own lives to protect those closest to us. Women and children first!
These are not empty words. Many such cases in history where this has been proven to be true. Men make this world go around, but we can not give birth. We are not life-givers as women are, but we are life-protectors. And when it comes the time, cometh the hour, cometh the man. We will do that. We will form a bridge for our women and children to walk over us to safety, even if it means a certain end for us in the process. It's what we do. We protect. We fight to protect.
That is what that little girl stirred in me. I never knew I had it in me. But I found it with her. She guided me to my innermost greatest strength.
I would have died for her. I would have replaced myself in any torture she would have faced. I would have taken on any illness that she had had, just so she could be safe. I may not be able to give life as a woman does. But I can do my duty as a man and protect. Yin and Yang.
I'll never forget how she looked in to my eyes when she was sat on my knee. She was totally absolutely unconditionally in love with me, as only a sibling can be. It's not possible to have this kind of relationship with a wife or girlfriend for longer than the romance period of that relationship lasts. But this was forever!
I didn't instigate any of the physical closeness between us, but she was all over me like a little monkey. I held her back as much as I could, and we settled on a comfortable balance of just sitting on my knee when waiting for the train, or holding hands when walking through the park.
As brother and sister!
Somehow, somewhere, men have lost their voice to be able to express closeness like this with our children and our loved ones - our siblings. We are made out to not just be savages and brutes, but beasts and monsters.
If I had booked the pair of us in to a hotel for a day out and night overstay, I'd have some jealous interfering bitch calling the police and saying there's a pedo in room 29. It's happened. Real fathers and daughters. With passports and driving licenses. What a sick society we live in.
But it's all by design. To castrate men.
My father and that mad bitch of a mother split up a little while later. I never got to see my little sister ever again. I have no idea if she is still alive, and if she is, if she is happy, and if she is happy, if she is thriving. I hope she is. I loved that little girl with all my heart.
I'm not going to insult myself and I'm certainly not going to insult anyone else on this forum by giving certain qualifications about how "I'm not _this_, I'm not _that_, honest".
Those of you with kids will understand. Those of you with siblings will understand. Both brother and sister.
And those of you without kids:
Get out there and find your niche. The world is seriously fucked. I doubt even this forum will exist in 5 years time. A week is a long time in politics. Will we still be able to say these things? Will we still be able to talk? Us men from oh so many different backgrounds, creeds and colours?
White men: If you find an ebony beauty that you love, then go for it. As long as it's doable with family and friends (always to be considered as part of the equation). Don't give a fuck what others think of you. Find a loving wife, keep her in line and modest as a good woman should be and as a good man should be able to do (pimp hand).
And even if you believe in white genocide (which I do to an extent), realise that there is the micro and there is the macro, and the game is just about spent now anyway. What matters is you and your family, your offspring.
Black men: If you find a pale-skinned shield maiden warrior that can take you on, the same goes. Don't give a fuck what others think of you. I'm offering greater advice here as you sure as fuck don't need my approval. But you get my point.
We are entering new days.
We are already living in a world where men can not object to children dressing 'like' sluts.
We live in a world where it's ok to dress a boy like a girl like a women like a prostitute, but doing it to a girl would get you banged up for child abuse.
And (((their))) game moves forward, while we still try to catch our breath.
Sometimes I don't think we know just how defeated we are.
WE must get some situational awareness. OODA.
That's about it. I'm going to grab another beer. Make some tasty Japanese style food then get some sleep.
I will pray to a God I don't believe in. Then hope the nightmares don't kick in too hard and wake me up...
But even then I just smile, because reality itself has become its own nightmare. It's just another day, another long dark night of the soul.
What more can be taken?
I lost the only little sister I would ever have in this life. Our short few days together have truly enriched my being for as long as I will draw breath. Alas it was not meant to be.
Our parents fucked us up, they don't mean to, but they do (©Larkin).
I pray she is out there somewhere, happy, thriving...
... along with her big sister ...
If I was the big brother of one of these young girls, I would not be happy about my little sis slutting it around like that. Even if she really was an innocent. I can't stress this enough: I am not calling these children sluts. I am calling out the parents.
But what if you are also a prepubescent boy and your parents think it's ok to parade your little sister around like that. Surely you would notice? Surely you would feel protective of her as grown men lech over her in front of you? Surely that would make a mark on objective reality as you observe it? How to make sense of it.
I'm not talking about when your little sister reaches 16 and she can legally be married and have kids. She's all but grown up then, I'm talking the years before that.
I've never had a little sister, though for a brief time I did, and this is what has 'triggered' me to write another post on this. It was the daughter of one of my father's girlfriends. We absolutely fell in love with each other - she was the little sister I had never had, and I was the big brother she would never have.
Child molestation was rife in her family. Her mother didn't shut up about it. That sounds bad. But at the time something didn't seem right. I had only just met her but she was telling me about how her father had molested her and her siblings. The mum I'm talking about here, to be clear, not my new little sister.
There was evidence of some serious triangulation going on in the family as my little sister's only sibling - an older sister (say 18) - was somewhat distant and afraid of the mother who had bipolar. It's often the case when Narcisstic abuse takes place that the older child becomes the scapegoat or blacksheep.
I really liked the older sister as well. But she was distant. Being polite, but making her excuses to gtfo of the house when she could. She was warm and genuine and I sensed her fear, being a fellow empath and blacksheep/scapegoat. I didn't register this at the time of course, only some time later. Now it makes sense.
So we didn't spend any time together even though there was supposed to be a marriage on the cards and we would be kind of half-brother/half-sister (sorry, don't know the correct terminology - suffice to say it never happened).
She was definitely the scapegoat and would have borne the brunt of the abuse that the mother was dealing out. I don't know if the child molestation even happened (on the part of the mother). BPD and Narcs and other Cluster B personality disordered types make shit like this up all the time. They are the ultimate victims. They are the ultimate predators.
See Ted Bundy. He got to kill so many women by playing the victim. He would pretend to have a broken arm or leg and would need help to put the books in to the back of his VW. He had it worked out to a T.
And talking of brothers and sisters, he tried to abduct one young child - a female - and she was just about to walk off with him when her big brother came along and took on this grown man - what balls - as a kid. But he was looking out for little sister. He saved her life. The bonds between siblings can be incredibly strong. I would have gone through torture in place of my brother, but I wouldn't have done it for my parents.
But back to my 'temporary' little sister. We didn't spend that much time together, probably only a few days over a few weeks, if that. But we went to the park and walked about and took some trains out to a few places. We were getting ready to share our new lives together. As brother and sister.
There is no fucking way on this Earth that I would have ever allowed her to dress like that. But you see, I was a grown man, and she was just a young child of six years old. It was obvious to me.
She wasn't even my flesh and blood, but I would have protected her, because that is what big brothers do. So what the fuck happened to the parents in all of this? Why do they allow their children to parade around like this? Does a 5/6 year old really need to wear skin tight lycra with all the showing up of the intimate body parts that ensues from that?
I'm just drawing parallels here. My little sis at the time was very modestly dressed. I still remember her favourite dress - a floral print number that went down to her knees. It had shades of Green and it sparked off her beautiful Italian olive skin and deep Brown eyes.
That little girl. My little sister. She stirred something deep in me that I never knew existed. She reached the uttermost depths of my soul. And this is why I remember the few days we spent together so well.
Men have an innate instinct. It's who we are. It's why we go to war and fight. It's why we are prepared to give our own lives to protect those closest to us. Women and children first!
These are not empty words. Many such cases in history where this has been proven to be true. Men make this world go around, but we can not give birth. We are not life-givers as women are, but we are life-protectors. And when it comes the time, cometh the hour, cometh the man. We will do that. We will form a bridge for our women and children to walk over us to safety, even if it means a certain end for us in the process. It's what we do. We protect. We fight to protect.
That is what that little girl stirred in me. I never knew I had it in me. But I found it with her. She guided me to my innermost greatest strength.
I would have died for her. I would have replaced myself in any torture she would have faced. I would have taken on any illness that she had had, just so she could be safe. I may not be able to give life as a woman does. But I can do my duty as a man and protect. Yin and Yang.
I'll never forget how she looked in to my eyes when she was sat on my knee. She was totally absolutely unconditionally in love with me, as only a sibling can be. It's not possible to have this kind of relationship with a wife or girlfriend for longer than the romance period of that relationship lasts. But this was forever!
I didn't instigate any of the physical closeness between us, but she was all over me like a little monkey. I held her back as much as I could, and we settled on a comfortable balance of just sitting on my knee when waiting for the train, or holding hands when walking through the park.
As brother and sister!
Somehow, somewhere, men have lost their voice to be able to express closeness like this with our children and our loved ones - our siblings. We are made out to not just be savages and brutes, but beasts and monsters.
If I had booked the pair of us in to a hotel for a day out and night overstay, I'd have some jealous interfering bitch calling the police and saying there's a pedo in room 29. It's happened. Real fathers and daughters. With passports and driving licenses. What a sick society we live in.
But it's all by design. To castrate men.
My father and that mad bitch of a mother split up a little while later. I never got to see my little sister ever again. I have no idea if she is still alive, and if she is, if she is happy, and if she is happy, if she is thriving. I hope she is. I loved that little girl with all my heart.
I'm not going to insult myself and I'm certainly not going to insult anyone else on this forum by giving certain qualifications about how "I'm not _this_, I'm not _that_, honest".
Those of you with kids will understand. Those of you with siblings will understand. Both brother and sister.
And those of you without kids:
Get out there and find your niche. The world is seriously fucked. I doubt even this forum will exist in 5 years time. A week is a long time in politics. Will we still be able to say these things? Will we still be able to talk? Us men from oh so many different backgrounds, creeds and colours?
White men: If you find an ebony beauty that you love, then go for it. As long as it's doable with family and friends (always to be considered as part of the equation). Don't give a fuck what others think of you. Find a loving wife, keep her in line and modest as a good woman should be and as a good man should be able to do (pimp hand).
And even if you believe in white genocide (which I do to an extent), realise that there is the micro and there is the macro, and the game is just about spent now anyway. What matters is you and your family, your offspring.
Black men: If you find a pale-skinned shield maiden warrior that can take you on, the same goes. Don't give a fuck what others think of you. I'm offering greater advice here as you sure as fuck don't need my approval. But you get my point.
We are entering new days.
We are already living in a world where men can not object to children dressing 'like' sluts.
We live in a world where it's ok to dress a boy like a girl like a women like a prostitute, but doing it to a girl would get you banged up for child abuse.
And (((their))) game moves forward, while we still try to catch our breath.
Sometimes I don't think we know just how defeated we are.
WE must get some situational awareness. OODA.
That's about it. I'm going to grab another beer. Make some tasty Japanese style food then get some sleep.
I will pray to a God I don't believe in. Then hope the nightmares don't kick in too hard and wake me up...
But even then I just smile, because reality itself has become its own nightmare. It's just another day, another long dark night of the soul.
What more can be taken?
I lost the only little sister I would ever have in this life. Our short few days together have truly enriched my being for as long as I will draw breath. Alas it was not meant to be.
Our parents fucked us up, they don't mean to, but they do (©Larkin).
I pray she is out there somewhere, happy, thriving...
... along with her big sister ...
