I've got better things to do than worry about what Laurie's pristine mom and dad think about me...the sex police isn't a real job as far as I know...but I sure am hearing about it tonight.
If Laurie and Brian want to run around spouting off about what "they KNOW I've done" or have been involved with...I say this. You aren't my mother. You aren't my father. You aren't friends of mine. I've got nothing to hide and I'm not ashamed of anything. Save your shame for your own mother's opinion because I don't care what she thinks either.
For far too long I've had to live with one Laurie saying that she doesn't know a thing about me since high school while the other Laurie (same person, two different personalities) masturbates to the thoughts of what she's done to me and brags about to other people. I've never cared what she thought just about what she's done...what she thinks is her own problem, what she's done is mine.
The whore and the prude...Junior and Lisa....one side of them "can't be seen with someone like you" but the other side of them is breaking into your home, allegedly knocking you out and doing unspeakable things to you, stealing all of your belongings and trying desperately to talk, walk and act just like you are. I don't know where all their shame comes from...but you can bet it's from someone like Sister Mother Father up above.
I have no shame associated with being a victim of this crime or a victim of rape. I am ashamed of the police and of the people that know what happened and did nothing for thirty years...but that's my shame for them. They apparently can live with it. I can't.
Some advice for Sister Mother Father, let those among you without sin cast the first stone...if you are an operator from this system...you've got your own sin to deal with...stop trying to find mine.
