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I thought the trick or treat thing was something only the kids did. Do the adults with them have their own treat bag?

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Her cats ate it for a snack!!

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what happened to the alpha fish?

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I just wanted to thank you, Burquette (again) for this thread.

I didn't repost my problems with my uncle from my childhood here. Once was enough over in the Weinstein thread. The fact that one family member thinks it's funny still sickens me. I won't/can't share the worst thing that ever happened to me because even though it was so many years ago, I still get physically sick to even think about it.

Although I think in some ways I am contributing to the problem with my inability to tell the story. Guilt again comes into play. I can tell myself I was and am not guilty of a thing. Knowing something and actually being able to feel it are two different things. But I am grateful that if I chose to I could share here and be safe in doing so because of your diligence in keeping this thread on track.

Can someone give Burquette a new shiny new badge or something? I just feel a thank you is not enough. But I am going to keep thanking her.

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Some of you put waaay too much faith in Burquette's cool, calm exterior. She will fuck you up if you keep stinking up her #MeToo thread, even in the Spa. Seriously, I've seen her do it. She keeps a shovel and a bag of lye in her trunk.

Can't say you haven't been warned...

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#me too
I've talked about this in project semicolon and will share with you here. I talk about what happened to me to anyone that wants to listen because I want them to know I will listen and i will believe them.
The first time I can remember I was about 7 years old and I had no clue what was going on. I had a blind fold on and was "playing a game" what I know now is I was giving this person a blow job and in between he would put pepperoni in my mouth and tell me to bite down. I had no idea what was going on I trusted this person. This abuse went on until I was 18. When I was about 12 years old I told my mom and as he said my mom didn't believe me. This was my stepdad and I trusted him and loved him. He took my virginity when I was about 10. At that time I had to move out and live with a friend for awhile. Everyone made me feel like it was my fault. I lived with him until I joined the navy and then again when I came home.
His father started his abuse a bit different. He would play porn when I would sleep at his house. I was so young and he would play it when no-one was around. Later he would stand in Windows and jerk off while I was playing on the jungle gym in the yard coming out of the shadows when he knew i could see him. He would touch me and play with my breasts then later take me to toys r is to buy a new Barbie. If I told everyone would fight and no-one would talk to me. He died when I was 12 I was physically free from him but the emotional scars last forever.
I was an over developed teen as in when I was 10 I could pass for 21. I was one of those girls who went from training bra to a c-cup. guys would whistle, honk, stop me on the street every time I walked past. I would hate having to walk to the store for my mom because these guys would sit on their porch and watch. I stopped telling my mom things when she didn't believe me.
My first consensual sex was with a guy who only wanted to use me. After that I would look for me and ask me for a blow job when I refused he called me a slut and whore.
My husband thinks it's foreplay to grab my chest in front of people. He does it in front of my kids and friends. I don't say a word anymore. My silence doesn't mean I like it just that I've been beaten down by everyone I've ever trusted in my life. I've been to counseling as well as tried to take my own life to forget this but it doesn't go away. I don't think about it but it pops up when I least expect it. A smell, a sound, a touch I can be right back there. I hope speaking out, telling people about it let's them know don't stop telling find someone who will listen. I wish I did.

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Me too

This is also going around facebook. I haven't been brave enough to own up on there because of family members, especially my Uncle who I've recently connected with will ask me about it, and I don't like to talk about any of that, especially not with him, so I've kept quiet on there.

I was by someone who was supposed to love and protect me.

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Sure. It would look like this.

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*misses explanation because Liz is dreamy*

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I know how to quote someone's post and respond to it. Could someone please explain to me how to quote two different posts in that one response. Thanks in advance.

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You can tell this guy writes thrillers.

"Threat of death" hanging over every scene? Maybe in some genres, but I don't think that is universal. And expanding the definition of "death" the way he does is stretching. In a thriller, you need this for sure. I'm just not sure you need this in, say, an erotic romance. Will they or won't they is not "threat of death" in any sense, IMHO.

Something unexpected in every scene? Not sure that's realistic. And sometimes predictibility has its place in moving things along. Again, a must in a thriller but I'm not sure it's as universal as he says.

The stuff on marshmallow dialogue and lost love is bang on, though. I wrestle with both.

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This article is worth a read:

https://totalsororitymove.com/literally-why-cant-i-say-metoo/

I feel guilty using those words [#MeToo]. I feel like I’m being dramatic. Or desperate to be part of a conversation for attention. I feel like I’m exaggerating. And I truly, in my heart, can’t figure out if I am.

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I have refrained from talking about my too often here because I was once reprimanded by a mod for even mentioning it in a forum (my post was deleted, along with two others who quoted me and it made me feel awful). But two men me for hours when I was a freshman in college. Another model I had worked with lured me into sex with her, and set me up. I was naked in her apartment (which turned out to be theirs) when they came in, and I was trapped. She told me to just relax and enjoy it while she watched them double-team me over and over. I never reported it because I knew how the situation would make me look, and my whole sexual history would be dragged out in court. David was my residential advisor back then (it's how we first met). He realized something serious had happened to me and got me into therapy after I told him what happened.

Note - I asked Sprite about posting this because it's a bit graphic for the Spa.

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You know my dig at jazz fans was hilarious. Admit it!

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How dare you...

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It was not minor. There is no such thing as minor abuse, and no abuse is too small. Abuse is abuse, period.

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I can't say "me too" because personally I was never abused. A tried to, when I was a kid, but I managed to get away from him. I do know however from personal experience how devastating sexual abuse can be and how our justice systems allow sexual predators to walk free because a statute of limitation gives their crimes an expiration date. It never expires for the victims, it never should for the perpetrators.

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I will not get into the details, but me too. My first sexual experience was not strictly voluntary, and definitely not consensual. As I say, the details are unnecessary, but suffice it to say it was more than unpleasant. I didn't have sex again for four years. Happy to report that I do enjoy sex now, though.

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WTF?