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Decrees, anointments, and declarations from the Crown may be found here. I've been called a Queen, but I'm far from it. I've taken what I have darling. I am an Empress!
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::Survivor::
When is it too late to say no? I’ve always been taught and have taught others that it is never too late to say stop, no, I don’t want to, etc. Is that teaching really practical? When a person has had too much liquor, finds themselves naked in bed, consentingly of course, and is then penetrated with a fingers or a cock; is that when practicality falls from the lesson plan. Stern shouts of we shouldn’t be doing this to avoid any altercation possible associated with no fall on deaf ears. Repeated requests to stop are ignored under the noise of the motions. Sure the soon to become survivor is not at fault and we teach that they are never responsible for these devious actions, but how much does that really protect the person from this danger? What happens when the all-knowledgeable teacher falls prey to such an occurrence, should s/he have known better? Is s/he really truly absolved from any sort of responsibility?
This wouldn’t have happened had I been with Ryan. Ryan would never have done this too me. Truth but, crutch? Ryan was amazingly fantastic, but Ryan isn’t here and I need to wake up to that fact. Him being single again does not officially make him any more mine now than it did the day after I left, but I like to think it could. So I have thought about moving. How realistic is that? How much of a rape is being committed upon my life’s plans, how much is it not if I’m willing to adjust my life to include my so-called desires. I suppose it’s almost about time I find out.
The Crown
posted by Steven @
1/14/2004 12:28:00 PM
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::Time::
I’m at a crossroads of my life. I am a minute away from boarding a plane and arriving in Sydney. I made the arrangements and have even checked about gaining employment. I called the boy, wrote him and letter and made him. I called my mama and she made me cry. I’ m sitting in San Francisco partly wishing I were in Sydney and parting glad that I am here. I am a whole lot confused but pretty clear in what I think I know, which in short is a whole lot of nothing. I’m a minute from the rest of my life, if only I knew what it was; but I guess if I knew that much it wouldn’t be worth living.
The Crown
posted by Steven @
1/12/2004 11:29:00 PM
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