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I haven't that exact problem yet. At this point, it's more a measure of suppressing the natural inclination I have to pervert ordinary words and phrases.

Honestly, as she become older, I think it will be easier. Or I hope, anyway.

My daughter is open about it all. She even posted on Lit for a while. :devil:
 
I hope mine will be open as well. As for posting on Lit (or even knowing about it) . . . no freaking way!

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LOL, what a typical Dad! My Fella says the poor Piglet will not be allowed to walk to high school on her own. Makes me wonder what he got up to!

Better to let her on Lit reading stories about feisty ladies who do what they want not what the Man says, than find out piccies of your poor kid's little boobies ended up on twenty phones because she got pressured and wasn't sure exactly where to kick the scum dogs, I say.

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LOL, what a typical Dad! My Fella says the poor Piglet will not be allowed to walk to high school on her own. Makes me wonder what he got up to!

Better to let her on Lit reading stories about feisty ladies who do what they want not what the Man says, than find out piccies of your poor kid's little boobies ended up on twenty phones because she got pressured and wasn't sure exactly where to kick the scum dogs, I say.

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Her mother and I have had a few discussions about how we will handle our daughter's eventual sexuality. We're both of the mind that we'd rather catch her watching porn at some point than graphic violence.

Despite my initial desire to shield my daughter from the more perverted aspects of life, I know it'll happen eventually. I just hope we are successful in raising her to come to us with questions without feeling embarrassed about them.
 
While I was shopping for a pair of black pants that fit and are flattering {apparently not an option in the universe I reside in}, I overheard a woman talking who sounded as if she'd just inhaled a balloon full of helium. A "take me back to Oz" sized balloon, not one of those skimpy "two good breaths and it pops" sized ones. I thought it was just an act due to her companion's question, but no. I stood there listening for much longer than I really should have and the extraordinarily high pitched timbre was her normal speaking voice.
 
The problem with Helium is that it's not explosive. . .
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No, but it is cheap and readily available. Now if the same two things could be said about hydrogen, you have something! :D

I am almost certain she was not inhaling helium. She was not garbed as a balloon vendor {I'm pretty sure I'd've noticed even in my black pants buying stupor.}; her purse was not big enough to stash even a little tank of the gas; she was very tall and thin and definitely not concealing a twenty minute supply of the stuff on her person.

The woman was almost gaunt with a weathered complexion. Her companion, on the other hand, was very short and rather round. I feel there has been a great shift in the land of Oz whilst I've been away.
 
And then, just like that, the fences we build to protect ourselves are broken down. We meet on the same plane: bare, guileless, and vulnerable. It is beautiful. Redeeming. Truthful. Thirty minutes of communing like that makes up for a week of not.

He came to visit just at the end of the day; he has a way of showing up like that when something like this happens. He stayed only a few minutes, but long enough to let me know he was there. Watching over me. Looking out for me. Sustaining me.

It's time to go now, so I will. Not charged, necessarily, more like ...whole again.
 
Heat rises from the Power Station in huge plumes,
lit by the bright morning sunlight in the freezing air.
 
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