Wisps Posts Tagged as 'Society'
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Mom drowned her 3 children
Mom Crushes 4-Month-Old Son’s Skull
Kris Jenner Disgusts Candace Owens
Furious mother jumps on school bus
Woman Charged After Baby Dies While 'Co-Sleeping'
Judge denies bail for woman who allegedly pushed 3-year-old nephew into lake
Panettiere claims ex is REFUSING to let their daughter travel to California
Ant Anstead worries son Hudson is being ‘exploited’ by Christina Haack
Bus driver facing assault charge after hitting mother with bus doors
Couple Charged with Murder of Adopted 8-Year-Old Son
Every time society expounds on the greatness of a woman, an abusive mother rises to power, clips a child's wings and tears his heart out. 12-Sep-2022
Anderson Cooper Just Announced Birth of A Sixth Abortion
SURROGATES AND ABORTION
War in Ukraine should end ‘ludicrous debates about pronouns’
161 Arrested, 75 Guns Confiscated in Fla. Beach 'Takeover'
BC removes words 'he', 'she', 'himself', and 'herself'
Internet Slams Newcomer for Snapping at Coworker
Doc calls whites ‘birthing people,’ but blacks and Hispanics ‘moms’
500 years later. Unbelievable. That's exactly what ends up happenening. 14-Jan-2022
It would be sad if I thought I existed in this world just for myself. 24-May-2018
Truth is the new insanity. 21-May-2020
We are getting very close to becoming the burp nation. 04-Nov-2019
We bully Hollywood into making art more realistic then complain when violence becomes part of it. 13-Aug-2019
I spent a lifetime changing to accommodate others, yet, they all remained the same. 06-Jun-2019
We've allowed the world to be overrun with bad people because they're entertaining. Shame on us. 11-Oct-2018
Unless you can lay golden eggs (rich people) there is nothing great about getting older. We know more but nobody wants to listen to us and our bodies are incapable of putting any of that knowledge to good use. We are trained to lie to young people so they have something to look forward to. I'd rather tell them the truth so they can change it. 10-Apr-2018
I understand that my witticisms may sometimes be misconstrued as a societal insult. I'm attempting to solidify all the communities so when they come for us they wont be able to use anything against us. I am constantly determined to be an improved human being even when the hate beats me. I've lived life long enough to see it repeat itself. I wanted to give everyone a heads up. The only way to end the cycle of hostility is to give up on the guarantees of a lifestyle that doesn't allow forward movement. Listen to each other, empathize with one another and compromise for the benefit of all of us. You can't preach like Jesus unless you live like him. Oh no, I did it again. We're learning together. 23-Mar-2018
We had political correctness in my time too, it was called “charm school” and we all hated it. 22-Mar-2018
It was family time at the 7 lakes, I was probably 7 and he appeared under the guise of a free-loving bisexual. Gay enough not to offend my father's masculinity and curious enough that my mother could use him as a plaything. A green-lime banana hammock and muscles sliding off his 50's bod were his cloak as well as a winning personality was his hide. My parents took joy in his flamboyance and invited him into the family drink and party fold. The drinking became heavy, the voices louder and my mother's infatuation embarrassing. Once green-lime banana hammock started grinding on my mother atop a picnic table, I tore myself away and went for a walk in the woods.
In the woods, I ran into 3 of my younger cousins and we moved forward happily exploring freedom from adults. It didn't take long for green-lime banana hammock to breathlessly catch up and another second to chime excitedly how he had something he wanted to show me. His offer was exclusive and did not include the other children. I told them to hold hands and wait diligently while I tended to the commands of an adult.
He kept leading me farther and always 5 steps ahead, having me guess where to go next. He stopped at total desolation and stood branches apart. He told me to come closer which I slowly and dreadfully did. In his hands he massaged what I constituted was the serpent from the Garden of Evil as he begged me to come and touch. My first look at a man's penis and it was a dick monster. I had no idea what he wanted me to do with it so I started walking backwards until running was my only clarity. I made it to the cousins, warning them, as we ran back to the mild serenity of adult family. I was proud of how I handled it and even prouder that we made it unharmed.
Green-lime banana hammock wasn't deterred by my avoidance and turned it into a challenge. He entered the fold and seduced my mother again while the creeps shook my body and the hate strangled the scratch he had bred in my head.
"Time to go," were the best words I heard from any adult that day. Packing was a quick chore and helping an accomplishment. "Goodbye, Mr. Green-Lime Banana Hammock." My parents exchanged numbers and pleasantries with the dick monster amid too many hugs and kisses. He invaded my space to shake my hand but I couldn't react because I was still strangled. My mother broke it with a command to be courteous to this nice man. He won. He got me to touch him. Can we go home now?
We had made it to the car, away from green-lime and I was anxious to get home. My uncle, my sister and myself occupied the back seat while my father drove, my mother by his side. My father had started the motor as green-lime approached my father's window to ask for a ride because his entourage had abandoned him. Fuck. My mother exclaimed that as much as they would love to, there was no room. Yay! Green-lime, quick on his feet with a purpose, suggested that he could take my place and I could sit on his lap, that is if I didn't mind. Holy fuck. In my family, kids have no choices. Mother commanded it and so it was. I realized why in film when we change from human character to a cartoon we are no bigger than an ant. That's how I felt. It was a long ride but at least he was now dressed in shorts and a tank.
The dick monster I had avoided all day had my tiny ass in its clutches and it wasn't going to let go until it was satiated. He held me tight and I was constantly stabbed and ground. Every time there was a bump I took advantage and lifted my ass and kept it in the air but he just squashed me down harder. My mother complained to stop being fidgety and I collapsed into him because my leg muscles couldn't withstand me and the dick monster was too strong. I didn't know what he was doing was sexual. I thought it was some sort of violent revenge for not touching the snake. I know now that he was getting his jollies, probably shot a few and I felt totally incapacitated. I couldn't tell my family that their new best friend was hurting me because they would have expended more punishment and humiliation due to lack of proof but I would have been grateful if just one family member had noticed. 17-Jan-2018