Monday, October 10, 2005

Woo-Woo-Woo

I am slowly killing myself with this "on-the-go" lifestyle shit.

It would be a little better if I was go-go-going with some kind of crazy devil-may-care life, but it's all responsibility. Work, school, boy, work, parents, et cetera.

It's hard to explain.

It never stops.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

It's Disgusting, But It Happens

The one thing that will always change your mind on a particular subject is to come in close contact with it.

My father's best man was arrested for having "improper internet conversations" with a cop pretending to be a 13-year-old girl and arranging to meet "her."

Does he have issues? Yeah. That's pretty fucked up. Although, considering 13-year-old girls these days, it's not always as fucked up as it seems. When I was 13, people routinely thought my best friend (a 12-year-old) was 18 or 19. When C-cup breasts develop first (without the chubbiness which will usually later join it) and little girls are encouraged to dress like tramps, you can get some very sexy little girls.

If you wanted to have sex with Jackie when she was 13...so did a lot of guys. That was one attractive, outgoing, flirtatious kid, and no one ever guessed her age. If you wanted to have sex with me at 13, that's what makes you a pervert. It's one thing to be attracted to a girl who flirts ike a 20-year-old clubber, a girl who kisses and is kissed, a girl with confidence and sass and a mimicry of studied sultriness cribbed from episodes of Sex and the City. It's when you're attracted to the skinny little girl who still sleeps with a stuffed cat every once in awhile and watches Nickelodeon.

There's a wide fucking variety of 13-year-olds. Do I know which the cop pretended to be? I hope to god the first one.

Think about this: Victorian England married you off at 14. Most cultures did. A lot still do.

Think about this: the first girl in my class to lose her virginity was 12.

Yeah, yeah, he's a pervert, but he's not. He's a nice guy. He's a shy, lonely, intelligent, naive man. He's a man who suffered years of emotional abuse from a princess bitch wife, a woman who would buy $1200 purses and $400 scarves (on the income of an unsuccessful small business) if she had a "bad day." A woman who would demand "time alone" for five hours a night, a woman who refused to have any hand in raising her own children. A woman who decided she needed a two-seater BMW convertible despite the fact that she had four children...and who bought it without telling her quiet husband. And who cheated on her husband with the fucking car salesman. And who freaked when he divorced her and pretended that he had been a bad husband, that he hadn't let her get everything she fucking wanted. And who left him six figures in debt and declared that she didn't want the sons, but she wanted the daughter, and who later changed her mind and wanted nothing to do with her kids.

A woman who knows exactly how to ruin a man. A woman who knows exactly what kind of man she can ruin.

Perverts are dangerous, but sometimes they're just fucking lonely men who don't have the confidence to establish a real relationship. Sometimes their lives have sucked since college and then somehow manage to come crashing through the floor.

Sometimes they think it's consensual despite statutory laws. Sometimes they'd never, ever hurt the other person. Sometimes they're just looking for a connection anywhere, even in the worst, stupidest, most perverted places.

Yeah, he's disgusting, yeah, he's an idiot...yeah, he's a wonderful man and a good father.

You always fuck up in this life...sometimes you fuck up worse than other times.