Banter Random Facts About Yourself

When I was in grade five, I kept a "grimoire", and on one page I glued a scrap of taxidermied rabbit fur and tried to convince my classmates that it was a patch of fur that fell off of me when I was in my wolf form (because I really wanted to be a werewolf). If I remember correctly, I told people that the fur was torn off during a fight with a bear.
 
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My very first memory was when I was around 2 years old, my moms step-grandma would watch my twin and I. She would toss us in the dumpsters to collect cans. Make us nap in front of her as she watched TV and if we touched or peeked at each other, she would hit us with a fly swatter.... this ugly old hillbilly woman in a dress and a bun. Rocking in her wooden rocker with a flyswatter across her lap... she was creepy.... "Grandma" Gertrude..o_O
 
I'm trying to learn to not become emotionally involved in other people's problems. Caring is good. Sometimes helping & being there for them is good too. But just because someone else is a wreck doesn't mean I have to be too and I certainly don't want to fight their war. I have my own.
 
The last time I had a threesome it was with two of my ex's.
I wasnt able to see at the time, but i'll never be able to forget the sensation of my at the time gf's tears falling down to pool in my bellybutton.

Its always stuck with me and had made me reevaluate how much I consider others emotions during sex.
 
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