THIS IS A READ-ONLY ARCHIVE FROM THE SORABJI.COM MESSAGE BOARDS (1995-2016). |
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you wish you had a dick! |
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my dad sent me a package fed-ex which arrived at work this morning. inside was a set of handcuffs and card. on the front of the card is a delicate watercolor rendering of a robin sitting on a tree branch. my dad wrote on the inside of the card: "For some love is like a little bird in spring that sings a joyful song of hope reneweed. For others it is a good set of handcuffs and the uneven parallel bars. Pick your poison." |
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oh yeah, he is a trip. my dad is and always has been my best friend. you know how almost everyone acts a little differently depending on who they're with? for example, i talk to, disclose things to, and behave differently with my mother than i do with my girlfriends than i do with my boss than i do with guys i date. you're always the same person, but you adjust how you relate to certain people based on your relationship with them. but when i'm with or talking to my dad, i feel like i'm the most true to the very real me. i don't adjust anything, i let it all hang out. there's just that pure love and total acceptance and always forgiveness. my dad makes me laugh more than anyone in the world. and yeah, he's a total trip. everyone who meets him says the exact same thing. he's one of a kind, a total kook, and of course i mean that in the best way. i'm lucky. |
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