tommy, i'm sorry i had to do that to you. but man. well i'm glad all you said was that my sister was lame. she was a titty dancer. she had the hugest breasts i ever saw. had them reduced, too. funny. and she had huge tattoos on her butt and she'd cut the ass out of her jeans and walk around like that. man. she'd start fights with men. one time i walked up the counter at fiori's pizza. and these men said "i'd eat it" meaning me, not the calzone we ordered. and my sister walks over to this guy who stands up and is like a foot taller than her and she says 'let's step outside' man. her and alice were doing this. i don't fight. i've never been in a fight. i hate violence and it scares me. i'm not a coward. just don't like fights. but fiori threw the men out. and me sister followed them out in the parking lot. no blows were exchanged but as the men drove off, they were pointing at me, saying it was all my fault. yeah, cause there's just something about me that makes men want to, you know? give me oral sex specifically. i've had men walk right up to me and say that. man, when i was a young jo, i'd *always* take them up on it if i liked them. but now my little heart just can't take it. On 25-Jun-95 in Re: eli's a comin' user Tommy@charm.net writes: >> I must say, flame wars are amusing when the writing >> is good. He resembled a cool person.. that's good. well, that's *okay* saying you had to peel the scabs of josie before you could spank her was better, though. >> I want a T-shirt with cybercowboy on the front >> and a dominatrix on the back dressed in leather >> chaps weilding a bull whip. I don't suppose >> I could get you to pose, Kathy, could I? >> >> ...Critter see, i am like the opposite of a dominatrix. i mean. i get pissed. i won't take shit. but i am a sweet little victorian angel who looks like, and loves, anne shirley. and i get to go to prince edward island and stay at the anne suite. gosh, ross said red heads are like a seperate race up there. i do look like anne and have high-waisted victorian skirts and shirts i made myself. i can't wait to pretend like i'm anne with an e up there. anyway, i *hate* doing this shit. i like being nice. and a whip? no way, if i need a whip, well i shouldn't even have to tell a man what to do let a lone crack a whip about it. but i do get frustrated sooo bad... hmm. but, no, i am such a sweet little jo. i know i sound so rough. but i have to be with these punks. but oh but only because she has no self control and i am capable of amazing acts of self control but it's not self control, it's just changing what you want. how you talk to yourself. but i am so impulsive. gosh. such stange bravado i have. but i can't stand seeing anyone being picked on. i was fucked with so bad in high school. spit on and shit. i beat the captain of the football team arm wrestling. ah ha ha. and i could kick a football further than any boy in my grade. i made a fifty-yard field goal. man. but gymnastics made me sooo strong. but i was always picked on. and i get it now. i just won't have it. it's not right. oh, i gotta go. well, come on critter. i really am so nice and even when i lay people out, well, face to face, i am just nice to everyone. i get mad, express my anger and then just go about my business. never have to humiliate anyone face to face. see, i just can't do it. oh, unless they really pissed me off and for some reason, when i'm mad, my language becomes so dense, so perfect. it's amazing. for someone so out of control, right? but man. okay bye