I know you’re joking but how fucked up is circumcision? Like, mutilating a baby’s genitals. Fuuuuuuck
what's your first memory/first word?
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I can personally attest that my circumcision led to a lifetime of perversion and an increasingly shameful sex addiction....oh well... when in Rome
Wait I’m confusedI can personally attest that my circumcision led to a lifetime of perversion and an increasingly shameful sex addiction....oh well... when in Rome
(Linking my life long obsession with femdom to the childhood trauma of my circumcision, but enjoying my kinky life nonetheless)
My first word was "CAT!" and my first memory is riding the skytrain when it was brand new.
Not my first word or memory but here's a funny anecdote. My oldest daughter was probably no more than 2 and still just learning to talk. I got a lesson in just how quickly they can pick up words you'd rather they not.
We had the TV on down the hall in the living room and Big Bang Theory was on. I was putting her down for a nap and then she repeated something quite shocking she just heard come from the TV. Imagine her in the cutest most innocent little girl voice blurting out these words clear as day, "stripper pole!"
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We had the TV on down the hall in the living room and Big Bang Theory was on. I was putting her down for a nap and then she repeated something quite shocking she just heard come from the TV. Imagine her in the cutest most innocent little girl voice blurting out these words clear as day, "stripper pole!"
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What you've put into perspective with that statement, is that I was an adult when the skytrain was introduced. I'm going to get depressed now.
Innocense, a time when we were all free from guilt, desire and just loved the world around us.
Thing about growing older is once Pandora's box is opened, you begin to see the all the nastiness that came out of it. The last thing to come out was hope. Gotta love those Greek myths....
Thing about growing older is once Pandora's box is opened, you begin to see the all the nastiness that came out of it. The last thing to come out was hope. Gotta love those Greek myths....
Ahead of our time at age 3. Before anybody thought of recycling. At the door of my parents home, the paperboy bringing delivery didn't want to take an old newspaper that I offered in exchange for the new one.
The same age 3, at a birthday party at a different home, I watched as children couldn't get done repeating "Good bye" to each other at the conclusion.
I know the age 3 because my parents and I moved to a different city that year. At age 4 the images are too numerous to think of listing.
The same age 3, at a birthday party at a different home, I watched as children couldn't get done repeating "Good bye" to each other at the conclusion.
I know the age 3 because my parents and I moved to a different city that year. At age 4 the images are too numerous to think of listing.
A paint horse standing knee high in the grass, he walked over to me very slowly.....and broke my big toe.
First word ... “button” British grandmothers influence
first memory- beacon hill cement pool , naked & frolicking (ironic) and losing my kitten to carollers knocking on the door at Christmas ??
first memory- beacon hill cement pool , naked & frolicking (ironic) and losing my kitten to carollers knocking on the door at Christmas ??
My eyes are still watering from the thought of it.... so glad I was born in a country where this was a rare occurrence. That bit of extra skin comes in real handy when things are little tight and there’s no lube to be found. I can just see the confused looks now!!!
First words:
“ Fuk! Rebooted again! Why? They never tell you. Wait, I came out of What? Oh shit, now I gotta spend the rest of my life trying to get back in”.
“ Fuk! Rebooted again! Why? They never tell you. Wait, I came out of What? Oh shit, now I gotta spend the rest of my life trying to get back in”.
My first memory was when I was 3. My mother was cooking at the stove and she had me on a chair next to her. She had something on high heat and the burner was glowing red. She took off the pot, turn off the element and said to me, "Hot, don't touch" and turned around. I remember thinking, "It is not red anymore, I wonder if it is still hot." I then proceeded to put the palm of my hand on the element. Yep, it was hot! Perhaps this is still my issue, when I see a hot SP I need to touch! Thank you @CharleeBeckett for the fun question.
