I'll never complain about anything again. I should have a problem.

[SusanJillParker]

I'm writing a story about a man with severe disabilities and limitations.

Once I developed his character, once he stepped from the page to stand behind my chair, and once I felt what he felt, I was transformed. It was a powerful moment suddenly bonding with my poor character.

"Walk a mile in my shoes."

It made me realize how helpless I'd be if I lost the use of my hands, my arms, my feet, my legs, my sight, and/or my hearing.

"There go I before God."

I'll never complain about anything again. I should have a problem.

How do they do it? How do they continue to go through life with a smile? Why them and not me or you?

They are the strong ones and the rest of us babies are the weak ones.

How dare any of us complain when we have a cold or a headache when they must deal with their disabilities and limitation day in and day out?

Seriously, we should have a problem.

My character opened my eyes with renewed insight to the struggles that some will have for the rest of their lives.

"God bless them, keep them, and save them from the rest of us."

 

[CyranoJ]

Hello, fellow adult! I went to the stock market. I did a business.

 

[SusanJillParker]

Hello, fellow adult! I went to the stock market. I did a business.

"Hey Asshole. Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, Cyrano. Instead of staring down at your puny cock, I've seen bigger on a puppy, why don't you start your own thread so that I may shit on that in the way you just shit on my thread?

Look up. Look up higher. Look over your stupid head. Do you see the button, start new thread? Push that and write whatever the fuck you want there. Okay? Now scram, weirdo. Beat it before I kick your faggy ass.

Oh, wait. Sorry, where's my manners. Have a nice day."

 

[SusanJillParker]

Pardon the interruption. Getting back on message, even though my life sucked in the beginning, I have lots to be grateful for that most people don't have.

I was born tall. I like being tall. At 5'9 1/2, I'm taller than most women and when I wear heels, I'm over 6' tall. I like making an entrance in a room.

I like that I'm a natural blonde and have blue eyes.

I love my big, shapely, natural breasts. I have what many women wished they had and pay good money to have.

No longer shy or modest about my looks, I'm good looking and have the body to match. My good looks have opened many doors that would have remained closed.

I'm smart. I have a big brain beneath my natural blonde hair. I'm no one's fool or victim.

I'm aggressive. Because of what my four brothers have instilled in me, whether forced or not, I don't back down from a fight.

I'm talented. I'm one of the best writers on the site. I'm prolific. I'm one of the most prolific writers on the site.

Why do I write? Because I must. Why do I write erotica? Because I'm cursed. A survivor of sexual abuse, even though I've had years of therapy, here I am writing erotica on a porn board. Go figure.

I'm not shy, modest, or submissive. I'd make any man a good partner.

Lastly, even though I started this thread with sincerity for the plight of those with disabilities and afflictions, because I wrote above that I'm a woman and was born a woman, they'll be posters here who have mental disabilities and who will write that I'm not a woman but a man. They'll be men with mental afflictions who will write that my name is not Susan but Freddie. I feel sorry for those men.

Just as I feel for those people with physical handicaps, I feel bad for those folks with mental handicaps too. Forgive them for what they may write below. Let's hope that they show some self-control and write their poison elsewhere.

 

[ChloeTzang]

"Hey Asshole. Yeah, I'm talkin' to you, Cyrano. Instead of staring down at your puny cock, I've seen bigger on a puppy, why don't you start your own thread so that I may shit on that in the way you just shit on my thread?

Look up. Look up higher. Look over your stupid head. Do you see the button, start new thread? Push that and write whatever the fuck you want there. Okay? Now scram, weirdo. Beat it before I kick your faggy ass.

But I thought the whole purpose of a thread was to open a discussion? A monologue kind of defeats the purpose. If you just wanted to talk to yourself, you could do that quite happily without posting here. Gosh, I'm so puzzled.

Oh, and Good Morning, hope you have a wonderful day.

 

[SusanJillParker]

But I thought the whole purpose of a thread was to open a discussion? A monologue kind of defeats the purpose. If you just wanted to talk to yourself, you could do that quite happily without posting here. Gosh, I'm so puzzled.

Oh, and Good Morning, hope you have a wonderful day.

What Cyrano wrote had absolutely nothing to do with the thread topic. He was just being an ass.

If you want to post random thoughts, go off topic, or have a private, personal, public conversation with someone else, then start your own thread.

If you have something to add to the thread that I started about people with disabilities and infirmities, then you are welcome to post.

 

[ChloeTzang]

If you have something to add to the thread that I started about people with disabilities and infirmities, then you are welcome to post.

Seriously then, I deal off and on with that at work (working in ER). It always makes me think how blessed we are to be more or less in one piece. There's so many worse things in life than the day to day things that bug most of us and most of the time, I just pause and do a reset when I get upset about something.

 

[SusanJillParker]

Seriously then, I deal off and on with that at work (working in ER). It always makes me think how blessed we are to be more or less in one piece. There's so many worse things in life than the day to day things that bug most of us and most of the time, I just pause and do a reset when I get upset about something.

I lost a few friends in motorcycle accidents. New Hampshire, 30 miles north of Boston, always had a no helmet law. Why anyone would ride a motorcycle without a helmet is beyond me. If only to keep the bugs out of their hair, eyes, nose, and mouth is a good enough reason to wear a helmet.

If even the best rider has one crash, he or she, as you must know, doesn't break bones, they crush them beyond repair. I've never ridden a motor bike as a driver or as a passenger.

I had a friend who ripped the entire side of her face off by sliding along the pavement. She survived but now she never goes out. Plastic surgeons can only do so much.