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Dear Gypsy,

I am sorry there is such a high lame factor around you right now. Family is sometimes one doozy of an F word. The only thing that came to mind when reading your post was that my Dad says that stupidity is a problem that tends to solve itself eventually. Please try to hang in there and take good care of you in the mean time and if nothing else I'll hold on to some hope for you that this will be hilarious to look back on someday soon.

:rose:
 
Dear Gypsy,

I am sorry there is such a high lame factor around you right now. Family is sometimes one doozy of an F word. The only thing that came to mind when reading your post was that my Dad says that stupidity is a problem that tends to solve itself eventually. Please try to hang in there and take good care of you in the mean time and if nothing else I'll hold on to some hope for you that this will be hilarious to look back on someday soon.

:rose:

Thank you Curious...I'm just trying not to get backed into a corner right now.

It would
not
be
pretty. :eek:

:rose:
 
Dear X,

You haven't touched to talked to me significantly in months. You isolate youself away from everyone, then wonder why you feel alone and lonely. You masturbate to porn instead of sharing with your willing and aching wife. You complain endlessly about situations that you could easily fix by doing something different than your current path, but refuse to change your path due to your masochistic tendencies. I advise you with things you can do to improve your situation but you get angry at me for offering advice to you, even when you ASK me to. What do you want from me?!

You won't help me anymore. I haven't seen you do any chores in months. Taking out the trash won't kill you. I am looking after two elderly, disabled adults, two children under the age of 4 and you and myself, single handedly, and then you complain that I should go out and get a job AND get into school like I'm not busy enough?!

I am here. I am young. I am an attractive and sexual creature. You ignore me and neglect me sexually, make me feel isolated, ugly and unwanted.

Then I go out for a walk today. I walked for about half an hour and count them SIX...SIX men approached me because they thought I was attractive.

I AM HERE, DAMMIT. LOOK AT ME. SEE ME FOR WHO I AM. Stop pushing me away! I am not ugly. I am desireable. Other men can see it...and if you won't, then you won't have me for much longer.
 
I AM HERE, DAMMIT. LOOK AT ME. SEE ME FOR WHO I AM. Stop pushing me away! I am not ugly. I am desireable. Other men can see it...and if you won't, then you won't have me for much longer.

Dear satin,
You are a beautiful woman - inside and out. You are a compassionate and loving person, mother, and friend. Your husband should consider himself incredibly lucky to have you!
Don't ever doubt yourself...
:rose::heart::rose:

Gypsy,

:kiss::kiss::kiss:

:heart:
wenchie

Dear wenchie,
Thank you for the love from your enormous heart - I can feel it!
:kiss::heart::kiss:
 
Dear Well-Meaning Friend,

How frustrated am I? Enough to make me come here, of all places, and rant to the universe. Or at least a universe of kinksters.

I am not one of those women who need to be coaxed into saying what they mean or asking for what they want. If I need help, I'll ask, and I'll be specific about it. I might even demand. There could be terse, clipped and authoritative sentences. But I won't make you guess.

So stop guessing!

Stop creating more work and stress for me by, (you guessed it), trying to help me in ways I have not asked for. The effort is appreciated but the outcome is not.

Or maybe get a hobby. I hear all the kids are playing that sudoku game?

K
 
Dear Well-Meaning Friend,

How frustrated am I? Enough to make me come here, of all places, and rant to the universe. Or at least a universe of kinksters.

I am not one of those women who need to be coaxed into saying what they mean or asking for what they want. If I need help, I'll ask, and I'll be specific about it. I might even demand. There could be terse, clipped and authoritative sentences. But I won't make you guess.

So stop guessing!

Stop creating more work and stress for me by, (you guessed it), trying to help me in ways I have not asked for. The effort is appreciated but the outcome is not.

Or maybe get a hobby. I hear all the kids are playing that sudoku game?

K

I have had great luck with terse, clipped authoritative sentences keeping well meaning friends from giving me help I don't want or need. the most horrible excuse in the world? "Oh, he meant well."
 
dearest X

it's been months, and i still can't put my thoughts of you away. i regret my decision to end it every day, even as i know, solidly, the reasons why i made that decision and know that it's ultimately what i want. sometimes i lie beside my sleeping husband at night and cry silently into my pillow, consumed by the memories. so many important memories, and of course, inevitably, the memories of the events which required me to step away from you.

mostly i'm angry at myself for falling for the same trap i've fallen for so many times in the past. the incredible depth of our communication felt so strong that i stopped fearing that it could happen to me with you. i can't forgive myself for it, and whether fairly or not, i can't forgive you for allowing me to go on for so long without correcting me.

it nonetheless hurts so much to not have your presence in my life that i contemplate asking you to take me back, every day, but i know i won't bring it up. it had obviously become more than either of us ever imagined it would become - we had acknowledged this to each other for months before the break up - so this served as a convenient breaking point, i guess.

i try to focus on the positives - the big one being that for the first time, even in the depths of my anguish, i can see that this situation falls into the pattern i so desperately want to change. in the past, it's taken me months and sometimes years to identify it. this time, i could see what i'd done the moment you finally talked to me about what had been going on with you, after i told you i was ending it. i had been afraid i was making a terrible decision to end our relationship, one that i would regret, until that moment, but when i realized that the life-sustaining communication we used to have hadn't actually been functional over the past months, i felt a certainty that i was taking the right action.

i will try to remember that the ache i feel is for what we had before i made my mistake, and that the anguish i feel is for what happened afterwards - i'm grieving for that part of the relationship which i never actually had, even though i of course thought it was there. bringing you back into my life could never fix that, and wouldn't magically bring back something that hadn't been there to begin with.

i will always thank you for everything that you taught me about myself. everything we learned together. everything we did truely share. you got me through an incredibly unhappy time in my life, and i know i did the same for you. i'm just scared to navigate the rest of it on my own.

i'm going to try to say it again here, hopefully with more conviction. Goodbye.
 
Dear Satin,

It took me a bit to try to find the words to respond to your heart tugging post. That was/is a shitty place to be standing in and I'm sorry you are dealing with all of that. I want you to know that you are terribly wonder-beautiful and he better wake up or else it proves that he really is out of his damn mind !!

Huge hugs!
:rose:
 
Dear mum

Even though I'm all growed up, you're still my mum. And days like yesterday make me grateful that is true.

Love you mum.
Your sometimes foolish, pig headed, romantically retarded daughter.
 
Dear X,

I've spent a good part of this week trying to figure out if I have offended you or if I've missed your sarcasm. Since I still can't figure it out I'd like apologise, coz I didn't intend to aim my post at you. I was musing generally but lots of the time the stuff that comes out of my head makes more sense in there than when it's spoken or written. I should stick to writing fiction.

I feel a certain affinity for you (you probably get that a lot!) I feel that we may actually be pretty alike, and I like that. I hope my case of foot-in-mouth (or perhaps more finger-in-ass for written gaffes) doesn't get in the way any of future communication.

:rose:

Ropebunny
 
Dear Co-worker

You haven't been in this office for months. I don't care if you outrank me, the heirachy think you're the best thing since sliced bread or whatever.

We both know the truth, so fuck off you brown nosing, ass kissing, self promoting, backstabbing cockroach.

Keep it up and I'll leave you to be the hero you make yourself out to be.
 
Dear X,

Sometimes in life we reach a chicane and we need to slow down and navigate it properly otherwise we end up hitting a wall and making a very unsightly mess that takes alot of time and energy to fix before you can continue on.

Please make sure you take time out for yourself. You can't be there for everyone which is hard I know when you want to be but ultimatly there will be other people around that will help them.

Oh and I have a huge batch of chocolate chippie cookies here if you want them. Yes I braved the kitchen and yes the house and I survived it.

Me
 
Dear X

It feels like it was a million years ago and yesterday. In reality, it's been a little over twenty. I still think about that night.

You asked if I wanted to get a drink after work, and I said yes. We went across the street to a bar named after a poisonous flower where you worked a second job and ignored a tag-a-long co-worker, Joe, who came with us. We talked about a host of subjects: movies we liked, books-- especially science fiction!, and politics. I found out you were an avid dart player and Vikings fan, and you discovered my affinity for pinball, and coffee.

We closed the bar. You were such a nice guy you offered both Joe and I a lift. Joe wanted to be dropped off last, but I definitely didn't want to be dropped off first. We discovered we lived just a little way from each other and I breathed a sigh of relief.

After Joe was gone, we continued our conversation. Heinlein, Niven, Tunnel in the Sky, Ringworld... before we knew what was happening we were offering to loan each other books. Shortly after that, you kissed me. We made out in earnest, and you whispered, "If we keep this up, I'm going to fuck you." I'm no idiot, so we continued.

We got out of the car and into my house, and then my bedroom. As I stripped, you bit my neck, and asked, "Is it bad that I want to hurt you?" and I thought... Oh thank God! Finally! What I said was, "I wouldn't have it any other way... yes, please, hurt me."

From that night to this... I've never looked back, X and I've no regrets. I love you...

Yours always,
 
Dear x,

Look into my eyes... you're becoming sleeeeeeeeeepy...
you feel your eyelids growing sooooo veeery heavy...

you're falling

into a

Deep

Deep

sleep.
 
Dear X,

Stop being so fucking uptight!!! Chill out. Relax. Learn to just have FUN!! Damn, life is too freakin' short to take so much so personally.

Live and let live

~Me
 
Dear X

I don't know who you are. I saw you watching me. Walking through the store in jeans, boots, and a sweater, I felt your eyes on me. You made me feel so sexy for those few minutes I couldn't stop smiling in the car. Thank you for brightening what was just a dreary day.

Secretly blushing shopper
 
Dear X.

I am truly sympathetic with your plight. You hate your identity and you wish with all your might that you could be nothing but a brilliant mind on the internet.

I wish the world would acquiesce to your most fervent request there, but it's not going to happen. And it's not going to happen for anyone else, either, so STFU about how misguided feminism and race activism is.
 
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