For the record Tucson is not the only shit hole in this country. We all have these said shit holes. Dok, I enjoy out talks. I always have to shit afterwards. I shit hate and repulsion. Some lame punk wanting to pull a pistola because my stereo is better. Because I do not fear them. Because I laugh at them, even when they have a gun in their hand.
I hate the fucking cowards because they fear. They fear me, they fear anyone who does not fear them. Why are they so eager to gang up to shoot those who do not fear?
Come to me my lovelies. Let me show you a new way. A way only the dead know.
Chickenshit bastards. I am an old man, and you can't take me. Go home to your momma and suck on her tit. Just leave me alone, if you want to continue to live.
I am your worst nightmare. I am dying and I have nothing to lose. Why does that frighten you? When your intimidation fails are you done? Have you no stomach for what is next?
Come my lovelies, dance with me.
Too much for even PD?
No. Considering it sounds about par for something I would expect from you.
I am just at a loss for what to say.
Quote from: Sir Coyote on October 04, 2010, 06:28:57 AM
No. Considering it sounds about par for something I would expect from you.
I am just at a loss for what to say.
Cowards, even in a crowd fear the lack of fear.
I once backed down a gang of over 20 with nothing more than my mouth. One had the guts to respond to me and when I singled him out even he ran.
I like it.
Quote from: Lysergic on October 04, 2010, 06:31:57 AM
I like it.
I told him the only thing holding him back was the density of the mile high altitude. He didn't want to play with me.
You know, Emperor Norton once stopped a gang of youths from bashing someone by getting on his knees and praying.
They felt so ashamed that they turned around and left.
Jus sayin. Whatever works, eh.
Holy shit Hawk was Emperor Norton in a previous life
HES BACK AND HES PISSED OFF
No. Hawk was/is a flaming asshat who was born without a fear bone. I know if I go to hell I will have a soft landing on the dead bodies of my enemies.
So you don't have the urge to buy farmland in a third world country and import rice?
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 06:30:10 AM
Quote from: Sir Coyote on October 04, 2010, 06:28:57 AM
No. Considering it sounds about par for something I would expect from you.
I am just at a loss for what to say.
Cowards, even in a crowd fear the lack of fear.
Interesting. I had a martial arts instructor who was big on the idea that refusing to show fear is the best possible defense. Good to know it actually works.
Quote from: Requia ☣ on October 04, 2010, 06:44:16 AM
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 06:30:10 AM
Quote from: Sir Coyote on October 04, 2010, 06:28:57 AM
No. Considering it sounds about par for something I would expect from you.
I am just at a loss for what to say.
Cowards, even in a crowd fear the lack of fear.
Interesting. I had a martial arts instructor who was big on the idea that refusing to show fear is the best possible defense. Good to know it actually works.
It only does if you don't give a damn if you take a bullet.
Quote from: Pēleus on October 04, 2010, 06:42:34 AM
So you don't have the urge to buy farmland in a third world country and import rice?
No. I have a desire to be left the fuck alone.
I've run on fear for most of my life. Fear guiding me and shaping me. It's only been recently I started running towards things I'm afraid of. I've been much happier this way.
I've never been mugged or bashed or attacked (except when I was in highschool, and I took care of that pretty fast).
I was once wandering around and ended up in a conversation with a busker who told me I have an "Aura" of Self Confidence and a "Don't fuck with me" vibe out of the blue. I think the way you hold yourself is the difference between being a victim or being secure.
Facing your fear is the first step towards bravery. Everyone is afraid. The difference is those who face it and those who run from it.
Quote from: Lysergic on October 04, 2010, 06:49:19 AM
I've never been mugged or bashed or attacked (except when I was in highschool, and I took care of that pretty fast).
I was once wandering around and ended up in a conversation with a busker who told me I have an "Aura" of Self Confidence and a "Don't fuck with me" vibe out of the blue. I think the way you hold yourself is the difference between being a victim or being secure.
Being ready to take an ass whipping is your first step.
Thread dead?
You are a bit impatient with getting responses aren't you man?
Quote from: Lysergic on October 04, 2010, 06:59:00 AM
You are a bit impatient with getting responses aren't you man?
Not really. I know and accept most do not exist in my reality.
Easy Lys. I accept that I am out there.
Just saying is all. Half the time I never expect my threads to get replied to and am surprised when they are.
It's late, most folks are sleeping, live in Alaska or Australia, or RAGING insomniacs or all of the above.
As to fear, generally, it seems as though sone folks feed of the fear of others. It's such a human thing, to gain personal gratification and fulfillment from invoking fear in others.
Quote from: Alty on October 04, 2010, 07:05:16 AM
It's late, most folks are sleeping, live in Alaska or Australia, or RAGING insomniacs or all of the above.
This too.
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 06:51:08 AM
Quote from: Lysergic on October 04, 2010, 06:49:19 AM
I've never been mugged or bashed or attacked (except when I was in highschool, and I took care of that pretty fast).
I was once wandering around and ended up in a conversation with a busker who told me I have an "Aura" of Self Confidence and a "Don't fuck with me" vibe out of the blue. I think the way you hold yourself is the difference between being a victim or being secure.
Being ready to take an ass whipping is your first step.
Being ready
not to take one is better though. I would have thought.
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 06:50:15 AM
Facing your fear is the first step towards bravery. Everyone is afraid. The difference is those who face it and those who run from it.
QUOTE
of the month!
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 06:50:15 AM
Facing your fear is the first step towards bravery. Everyone is afraid. The difference is those who face it and those who run from it.
What about those who jump on the fucker's back, and ride it like a bitch?
Quote from: BadBeast on October 04, 2010, 07:37:47 AM
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 06:50:15 AM
Facing your fear is the first step towards bravery. Everyone is afraid. The difference is those who face it and those who run from it.
What about those who jump on the fucker's back, and ride it like a bitch?
THAT'S
a zen option
OK Zen, as long as it's an option.
Zen is never an option.
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 06:46:49 AM
Quote from: Pēleus on October 04, 2010, 06:42:34 AM
So you don't have the urge to buy farmland in a third world country and import rice?
No. I have a desire to be left the fuck alone.
Sorry I didn't respond, I was taking your advice
I like the OP. I like the ideas in this thread.
Can't help but think of this stuff in terms of fight or flight impulses, and the traits that allow you to choose your own reaction instead.
Is it possible to train out the fight/flight response?
Once I got beat up in high school. The kid was on the school's boxing program or something. I don't even recall the actual punches, to this day. All I have is a memory of rising to his antagonism, then *blink* I've been socked three separate times, literally, before I knew it.
That was more surprising to me than the actual punches. I stood there and thought about it for a second, then realized I was bleeding, and that everyone was staring at me. Still a bit distant, somehow forced deep inside my head, I wandered off without a word to the nurse's office.
Once the moment had passed, I realized to my frank surprise that I was in quite a lot of pain. :lulz:
That's my only "real fight" story.
Ah I know just what you mean, Sigmatic.
I was punched in the face through my car window, got a cut above the eye that I had to stop with an old receipt, follow the guy who did it for 15 min, then ran out of gas. Then worked an 8 hour retail shift.
The punch itself felt like nothing at all.
Shock is an interesting thing.
Violence is fairly easy to spot coming, and avoid. But when for some reason you can't avoid it, it's best to forego all the usual posturing and squaring up, and hit the fucker first, as hard as you can. That usually puts an end to it. Or at least gives you a huge advantage.
Quote from: BadBeast on October 04, 2010, 08:08:03 AM
Violence is fairly easy to spot coming, and avoid. But when for some reason you can't avoid it, it's best to forego all the usual posturing and squaring up, and hit the fucker first, as hard as you can. That usually puts an end to it. Or at least gives you a huge advantage.
And will land you in Jail since you'll be considered "The Aggressor". I love this century.
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 06:45:29 AM
Quote from: Requia ☣ on October 04, 2010, 06:44:16 AM
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 06:30:10 AM
Quote from: Sir Coyote on October 04, 2010, 06:28:57 AM
No. Considering it sounds about par for something I would expect from you.
I am just at a loss for what to say.
Cowards, even in a crowd fear the lack of fear.
Interesting. I had a martial arts instructor who was big on the idea that refusing to show fear is the best possible defense. Good to know it actually works.
It only does if you don't give a damn if you take a bullet.
Yeah, but bullets fucking hurt. I'd rather not have to spend some time in Intensive Care because I felt the need to show another monkey that I have more testostorene than him.
Quote from: Lysergic on October 04, 2010, 08:26:53 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on October 04, 2010, 08:08:03 AM
Violence is fairly easy to spot coming, and avoid. But when for some reason you can't avoid it, it's best to forego all the usual posturing and squaring up, and hit the fucker first, as hard as you can. That usually puts an end to it. Or at least gives you a huge advantage.
And will land you in Jail since you'll be considered "The Aggressor". I love this century.
What, just for punching someone? Nah, not here.
Quote from: Iason Ouabache on October 04, 2010, 08:29:10 AM
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 06:45:29 AM
Quote from: Requia ☣ on October 04, 2010, 06:44:16 AM
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 06:30:10 AM
Quote from: Sir Coyote on October 04, 2010, 06:28:57 AM
No. Considering it sounds about par for something I would expect from you.
I am just at a loss for what to say.
Cowards, even in a crowd fear the lack of fear.
Interesting. I had a martial arts instructor who was big on the idea that refusing to show fear is the best possible defense. Good to know it actually works.
It only does if you don't give a damn if you take a bullet.
Yeah, but bullets fucking hurt. I'd rather not have to spend some time in Intensive Care because I felt the need to show another monkey that I have more testostorene than him.
Pretty low risk of a bullet here in the UK. We usually just use our fists.
Or there's always the other option of just letting some drunken arsehole use you as a punchbag.
(http://imgur.com/Y3EoN.jpg)
Ooh, Hawk! What lovely little wings you have. :|
Quote from: Alty on October 04, 2010, 08:00:09 AM
Ah I know just what you mean, Sigmatic.
I was punched in the face through my car window, got a cut above the eye that I had to stop with an old receipt, follow the guy who did it for 15 min, then ran out of gas. Then worked an 8 hour retail shift.
The punch itself felt like nothing at all.
It is so strange. Whenever something painful catches me unawares (e.g. bumping my head or stubbing my toe), I stop to think before feeling pain or getting angry. More often than not, I'll pull a reaction formation type response like "Haha, awesome" or "That was fun!". It's slowly training out my "hot anger" response. I can still get calmly angry, though.
Quote from: BadBeast on October 04, 2010, 02:43:21 PM
Ooh, Hawk! What lovely little wings you have. :|
And I'm not wearing anything under the dress.
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 10:03:05 PM
Quote from: BadBeast on October 04, 2010, 02:43:21 PM
Ooh, Hawk! What lovely little wings you have. :|
And I'm not wearing anything under the dress.
You naughty little fairy.
Regarding the WOMP: :lulz:
Regarding the OP:
I never understood (or enjoyed being around) the braggy, over-aggressive, "Everyone who doesn't mess with me is a little scardey punk" mentality. It's not my thing. I know a lot of people have respect for that, and even look for it in their friends. But to me, it just seems like a waste of time and energy that could be better spent doing, well, anything else. Anything. I mean, yeah, there are times when I'm getting fucked with, I wish I had a big goddamn lead pipe in hand to beat them to death with, but that's an urge of the monkeys, and I'm better than that. I'm better than them who are messing with me. There is a time and place for it, in my opinion, and that's whenever it is necessary, not because you want to look like a hard ass. Some of the hardest people I know keep it under wraps most of the time, and some of the most weak minded, emotionally stunted, and sociopathic people I ever knew wanted to always be seen as a scary hard ass, *or they were just trying too hard.
Not saying that's Charlie or anything, that's just the way I view it.
*=eta
My best story and why I was left alone throughout high school (until I was a senior, but that is a different story):
I was walking with my good friend James around our tiny little town about 6 or 7 years ago, and we were going past the park. Some guys with whom we had a history of dislike were playing basketball, shirts and skins. And he says, just loud enough for them to hear: " Ya know what I hate? When guys think its ok to take their shirts off in public." Of course, the dudes ran over to us, the two with shirts on ripping them off as they ran. Before they even get to us, James says "I thought you guys were going to beat me up, not rape me." There was some male posturing from the dudes, but they quickly gave up on us when they realized we weren't intimidated by them. Well, I thought it was a blast, especially since 4 rather athletic fellows backed down so easily from a skinny geek and a five-foot-nothing girl. We went about our business and forgot the whole thing. Well, until we had to walk back past the park to go back to my house anyway. As we walked past the second time, ignoring them, they start yelling threats at us that we'd better not walk past again or something to that effect. Of course, we couldn't let that stand, so we turned right around and walk past a third, then a fourth time. We would have been content, but apparently one of them had called their girlfriend or something, because this particularly unattractive girl came storming into the street in front of us, waved around a dull, oversized kitchen knife, and said "I have a knife, I will stab you in the fucking face." I'll never forget those words, nor what I did next. I smiled my brightest, most sincere smile, walked straight up to her, stopped about a foot away, and said calmly and sweetly: "Then do it." She looked at me with a mixture of fear and confusion, then let out a frustrated grunt and stormed off in the opposite direction. We just laughed and walked away.
After that incident, no one really messed with either of us, though we never told anyone about that. That was either right before or right after we started high school. Despite never being in a fight in my life up to that point, I could tell that people were afraid of me. And I liked it that way.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on October 05, 2010, 04:18:07 AM
Regarding the WOMP: :lulz:
Regarding the OP:
I never understood (or enjoyed being around) the braggy, over-aggressive, "Everyone who doesn't mess with me is a little scardey punk" mentality. It's not my thing. I know a lot of people have respect for that, and even look for it in their friends. But to me, it just seems like a waste of time and energy that could be better spent doing, well, anything else. Anything. I mean, yeah, there are times when I'm getting fucked with, I wish I had a big goddamn lead pipe in hand to beat them to death with, but that's an urge of the monkeys, and I'm better than that. I'm better than them who are messing with me. There is a time and place for it, in my opinion, and that's whenever it is necessary, not because you want to look like a hard ass. Some of the hardest people I know keep it under wraps most of the time, and some of the most weak minded, emotionally stunted, and sociopathic people I ever knew wanted to always be seen as a scary hard ass, *or they were just trying too hard.
Not saying that's Charlie or anything, that's just the way I view it.
*=eta
I hope I didn't come across that way. In my usual style I was just telling a story.
Quote from: Phox on October 05, 2010, 05:06:32 AM
My best story and why I was left alone throughout high school (until I was a senior, but that is a different story):
I was walking with my good friend James around our tiny little town about 6 or 7 years ago, and we were going past the park. Some guys with whom we had a history of dislike were playing basketball, shirts and skins. And he says, just loud enough for them to hear: " Ya know what I hate? When guys think its ok to take their shirts off in public." Of course, the dudes ran over to us, the two with shirts on ripping them off as they ran. Before they even get to us, James says "I thought you guys were going to beat me up, not rape me." There was some male posturing from the dudes, but they quickly gave up on us when they realized we weren't intimidated by them. Well, I thought it was a blast, especially since 4 rather athletic fellows backed down so easily from a skinny geek and a five-foot-nothing girl. We went about our business and forgot the whole thing. Well, until we had to walk back past the park to go back to my house anyway. As we walked past the second time, ignoring them, they start yelling threats at us that we'd better not walk past again or something to that effect. Of course, we couldn't let that stand, so we turned right around and walk past a third, then a fourth time. We would have been content, but apparently one of them had called their girlfriend or something, because this particularly unattractive girl came storming into the street in front of us, waved around a dull, oversized kitchen knife, and said "I have a knife, I will stab you in the fucking face." I'll never forget those words, nor what I did next. I smiled my brightest, most sincere smile, walked straight up to her, stopped about a foot away, and said calmly and sweetly: "Then do it." She looked at me with a mixture of fear and confusion, then let out a frustrated grunt and stormed off in the opposite direction. We just laughed and walked away.
After that incident, no one really messed with either of us, though we never told anyone about that. That was either right before or right after we started high school. Despite never being in a fight in my life up to that point, I could tell that people were afraid of me. And I liked it that way.
Way to go Grrl. That's the best place to be a hardass. In your head. Because that's what they all fear. Terrified though she was, that's why she came on with a knife. You hurt their heads. That's why she knew all along she would never use it. Because you had a headful of hard. She knew you had won, before she started. But she hoped you weren't going to cut her. And you didn't. That's why people were feered of you at school. But you must have reigned it in, because it's not much good for your social skills if everyone is afraid of you.
Subtle enough to allow them to avoid seeing you as Scary Mary, but just enough edge showing, to make people not consider you a target or a victim. That, young VixenPhox, is indeed, the correct motorcycle.
And keep away from my bloody chickens, You hear me?!!
Quote from: BadBeast on October 05, 2010, 05:57:19 AM
Quote from: Phox on October 05, 2010, 05:06:32 AM
My best story and why I was left alone throughout high school (until I was a senior, but that is a different story):
I was walking with my good friend James around our tiny little town about 6 or 7 years ago, and we were going past the park. Some guys with whom we had a history of dislike were playing basketball, shirts and skins. And he says, just loud enough for them to hear: " Ya know what I hate? When guys think its ok to take their shirts off in public." Of course, the dudes ran over to us, the two with shirts on ripping them off as they ran. Before they even get to us, James says "I thought you guys were going to beat me up, not rape me." There was some male posturing from the dudes, but they quickly gave up on us when they realized we weren't intimidated by them. Well, I thought it was a blast, especially since 4 rather athletic fellows backed down so easily from a skinny geek and a five-foot-nothing girl. We went about our business and forgot the whole thing. Well, until we had to walk back past the park to go back to my house anyway. As we walked past the second time, ignoring them, they start yelling threats at us that we'd better not walk past again or something to that effect. Of course, we couldn't let that stand, so we turned right around and walk past a third, then a fourth time. We would have been content, but apparently one of them had called their girlfriend or something, because this particularly unattractive girl came storming into the street in front of us, waved around a dull, oversized kitchen knife, and said "I have a knife, I will stab you in the fucking face." I'll never forget those words, nor what I did next. I smiled my brightest, most sincere smile, walked straight up to her, stopped about a foot away, and said calmly and sweetly: "Then do it." She looked at me with a mixture of fear and confusion, then let out a frustrated grunt and stormed off in the opposite direction. We just laughed and walked away.
After that incident, no one really messed with either of us, though we never told anyone about that. That was either right before or right after we started high school. Despite never being in a fight in my life up to that point, I could tell that people were afraid of me. And I liked it that way.
Way to go Grrl. That's the best place to be a hardass. In your head. Because that's what they all fear. Terrified though she was, that's why she came on with a knife. You hurt their heads. That's why she knew all along she would never use it. Because you had a headful of hard. She knew you had won, before she started. But she hoped you weren't going to cut her. And you didn't. That's why people were feered of you at school. But you must have reigned it in, because it's not much good for your social skills if everyone is afraid of you.
Subtle enough to allow them to avoid seeing you as Scary Mary, but just enough edge showing, to make people not consider you a target or a victim. That, young VixenPhox, is indeed, the correct motorcycle.
And keep away from my bloody chickens, You hear me?!!
Well, I had my circle of friends. And you're right, people left me alone, but didn't necessarily avoid me. No one went out of their way to be particularly nice, but the only time I was ever given grief afterwards was by a younger boy, who I set straight with a hard right that got us both kicked out of school for 3 days. I enjoyed the vacation, and he had just enough time for the swelling to become a reddish bruise on his cheek. :lulz:
I think the willingness to scrap is priceless. It often causes others to avoid going there. But I guess I need to expect to be critized for this attitude. Oh, well.
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 05, 2010, 06:08:18 AM
I think the willingness to scrap is priceless. It often causes others to avoid going there. But I guess I need to expect to be critized for this attitude. Oh, well.
I agree with you. Sometimes, you have to prove that you won't let people walk all over you, even if it means you are in a fight you know you lose. Take my punch for example. That guy was twice my size, and if I hadn't been a girl, he probably would have kicked my ass from there to China. As it happened, he was too shocked that I actually punched him to do anything more than stare at me dumbfounded. He expected a slap, maybe, but not a balled fist. I was lucky in that one, but I haven't had need to do anything of the sort since, and I hope I won't have to anytime soon.
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 04, 2010, 06:40:27 AM
No. Hawk was/is a flaming asshat who was born without a fear bone. I know if I go to hell I will have a soft landing on the dead bodies of my enemies.
Good to know I'll have an ally when I get there. :)
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 05, 2010, 06:08:18 AM
I think the willingness to scrap is priceless. It often causes others to avoid going there. But I guess I need to expect to be critized for this attitude. Oh, well.
Not at all. If someone can tell you won't back down when they attempt to intimidate you, it ramps the stakes right up, so if they do happen to have an issue with you, then it had better be a fucking good one. That's good for you, because it means you don't need to worry about some silly twat calling you out for no good reason, and good for them, because it makes them think, "Well, how badly do I
really need to make this point?". Gives everyone enough reason to be reasonable, IMO.
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on October 05, 2010, 04:18:07 AM
Regarding the WOMP: :lulz:
Regarding the OP:
I never understood (or enjoyed being around) the braggy, over-aggressive, "Everyone who doesn't mess with me is a little scardey punk" mentality. It's not my thing. I know a lot of people have respect for that, and even look for it in their friends. But to me, it just seems like a waste of time and energy that could be better spent doing, well, anything else. Anything. I mean, yeah, there are times when I'm getting fucked with, I wish I had a big goddamn lead pipe in hand to beat them to death with, but that's an urge of the monkeys, and I'm better than that. I'm better than them who are messing with me. There is a time and place for it, in my opinion, and that's whenever it is necessary, not because you want to look like a hard ass. Some of the hardest people I know keep it under wraps most of the time, and some of the most weak minded, emotionally stunted, and sociopathic people I ever knew wanted to always be seen as a scary hard ass, *or they were just trying too hard.
Not saying that's Charlie or anything, that's just the way I view it.
*=eta
People don't usually try to start those kinds of fights with us, because we're girls.
Quote from: The Lord and Lady Omnibus Fuck on October 05, 2010, 07:28:22 AM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on October 05, 2010, 04:18:07 AM
Regarding the WOMP: :lulz:
Regarding the OP:
I never understood (or enjoyed being around) the braggy, over-aggressive, "Everyone who doesn't mess with me is a little scardey punk" mentality. It's not my thing. I know a lot of people have respect for that, and even look for it in their friends. But to me, it just seems like a waste of time and energy that could be better spent doing, well, anything else. Anything. I mean, yeah, there are times when I'm getting fucked with, I wish I had a big goddamn lead pipe in hand to beat them to death with, but that's an urge of the monkeys, and I'm better than that. I'm better than them who are messing with me. There is a time and place for it, in my opinion, and that's whenever it is necessary, not because you want to look like a hard ass. Some of the hardest people I know keep it under wraps most of the time, and some of the most weak minded, emotionally stunted, and sociopathic people I ever knew wanted to always be seen as a scary hard ass, *or they were just trying too hard.
Not saying that's Charlie or anything, that's just the way I view it.
*=eta
People don't usually try to start those kinds of fights with us, because we're girls.
Yeah, until one day they do, then you . . . . .fight like girls! :lulz:
Quote from: BadBeast on October 05, 2010, 07:40:41 AM
Quote from: The Lord and Lady Omnibus Fuck on October 05, 2010, 07:28:22 AM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on October 05, 2010, 04:18:07 AM
Regarding the WOMP: :lulz:
Regarding the OP:
I never understood (or enjoyed being around) the braggy, over-aggressive, "Everyone who doesn't mess with me is a little scardey punk" mentality. It's not my thing. I know a lot of people have respect for that, and even look for it in their friends. But to me, it just seems like a waste of time and energy that could be better spent doing, well, anything else. Anything. I mean, yeah, there are times when I'm getting fucked with, I wish I had a big goddamn lead pipe in hand to beat them to death with, but that's an urge of the monkeys, and I'm better than that. I'm better than them who are messing with me. There is a time and place for it, in my opinion, and that's whenever it is necessary, not because you want to look like a hard ass. Some of the hardest people I know keep it under wraps most of the time, and some of the most weak minded, emotionally stunted, and sociopathic people I ever knew wanted to always be seen as a scary hard ass, *or they were just trying too hard.
Not saying that's Charlie or anything, that's just the way I view it.
*=eta
People don't usually try to start those kinds of fights with us, because we're girls.
Yeah, until one day they do, then you . . . . .fight like girls! :lulz:
SLAPFIGHT!
Quote from: The Lord and Lady Omnibus Fuck on October 05, 2010, 07:56:55 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on October 05, 2010, 07:40:41 AM
Quote from: The Lord and Lady Omnibus Fuck on October 05, 2010, 07:28:22 AM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on October 05, 2010, 04:18:07 AM
Regarding the WOMP: :lulz:
Regarding the OP:
I never understood (or enjoyed being around) the braggy, over-aggressive, "Everyone who doesn't mess with me is a little scardey punk" mentality. It's not my thing. I know a lot of people have respect for that, and even look for it in their friends. But to me, it just seems like a waste of time and energy that could be better spent doing, well, anything else. Anything. I mean, yeah, there are times when I'm getting fucked with, I wish I had a big goddamn lead pipe in hand to beat them to death with, but that's an urge of the monkeys, and I'm better than that. I'm better than them who are messing with me. There is a time and place for it, in my opinion, and that's whenever it is necessary, not because you want to look like a hard ass. Some of the hardest people I know keep it under wraps most of the time, and some of the most weak minded, emotionally stunted, and sociopathic people I ever knew wanted to always be seen as a scary hard ass, *or they were just trying too hard.
Not saying that's Charlie or anything, that's just the way I view it.
*=eta
People don't usually try to start those kinds of fights with us, because we're girls.
Yeah, until one day they do, then you . . . . .fight like girls! :lulz:
SLAPFIGHT!
Yay! :banana:
I think at some point in your life you have to make the conscious decision that you are either a victim or a predator. For some this decision comes very early, for some, it can take years. Having lived a lot of my life as a victim, thinking that is what I was supposed to do, what I was supposed to be made that decision for me as an adult very difficult.
I've been scared for 40+ years. First of my father, then the kid's dad. Well Dad died, I have his ashes right beside my chair so I can tell him to fuck off on the regular. I took a huge step this year and am fighting back against the kids dad as well. I'm tired of being afraid, I'm tired of worrying about what is around every fucking corner and who may or may not be watching what I do and where I go.
So the OP to me is something I truly envy. I want to be fearless. I want that freedom to not be afraid. I'm working really hard on it!
:mittens: Charley, I wish I had that!
Quote from: Kiaransalee on October 05, 2010, 02:44:44 PM
I think at some point in your life you have to make the conscious decision that you are either a victim or a predator. For some this decision comes very early, for some, it can take years. Having lived a lot of my life as a victim, thinking that is what I was supposed to do, what I was supposed to be made that decision for me as an adult very difficult.
I've been scared for 40+ years. First of my father, then the kid's dad. Well Dad died, I have his ashes right beside my chair so I can tell him to fuck off on the regular. I took a huge step this year and am fighting back against the kids dad as well. I'm tired of being afraid, I'm tired of worrying about what is around every fucking corner and who may or may not be watching what I do and where I go.
So the OP to me is something I truly envy. I want to be fearless. I want that freedom to not be afraid. I'm working really hard on it!
:mittens: Charley, I wish I had that!
There is a line that you must avoid. Never needlessly be the aggressor. Always be prepared to defend yourself. Once in a bad situation I had to get a foster daughter to help me to my feet. The pain was so intense I couldn't do it alone. Once I was on my feet with sweat beading up on my forehead I just stood there and looked at them.
I was swaying and leaning on a hospital bed to stay on my feet, but it was enough. I guess they figured out they would have to kill me to stop me.
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 05, 2010, 02:58:54 PM
Quote from: Kiaransalee on October 05, 2010, 02:44:44 PM
I think at some point in your life you have to make the conscious decision that you are either a victim or a predator. For some this decision comes very early, for some, it can take years. Having lived a lot of my life as a victim, thinking that is what I was supposed to do, what I was supposed to be made that decision for me as an adult very difficult.
I've been scared for 40+ years. First of my father, then the kid's dad. Well Dad died, I have his ashes right beside my chair so I can tell him to fuck off on the regular. I took a huge step this year and am fighting back against the kids dad as well. I'm tired of being afraid, I'm tired of worrying about what is around every fucking corner and who may or may not be watching what I do and where I go.
So the OP to me is something I truly envy. I want to be fearless. I want that freedom to not be afraid. I'm working really hard on it!
:mittens: Charley, I wish I had that!
There is a line that you must avoid. Never needlessly be the aggressor. Always be prepared to defend yourself. Once in a bad situation I had to get a foster daughter to help me to my feet. The pain was so intense I couldn't do it alone. Once I was on my feet with sweat beading up on my forehead I just stood there and looked at them.
I was swaying and leaning on a hospital bed to stay on my feet, but it was enough. I guess they figured out they would have to kill me to stop me.
I'm prepared, he will have to really kill me this time because we won't both walk away if he takes it that far. And that for me, is a gigantic step yanno?
Well, plan to give yourself the best chance for success. That last story was when there were no other options left.
Quote from: The Lord and Lady Omnibus Fuck on October 05, 2010, 07:56:55 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on October 05, 2010, 07:40:41 AM
Quote from: The Lord and Lady Omnibus Fuck on October 05, 2010, 07:28:22 AM
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on October 05, 2010, 04:18:07 AM
Regarding the WOMP: :lulz:
Regarding the OP:
I never understood (or enjoyed being around) the braggy, over-aggressive, "Everyone who doesn't mess with me is a little scardey punk" mentality. It's not my thing. I know a lot of people have respect for that, and even look for it in their friends. But to me, it just seems like a waste of time and energy that could be better spent doing, well, anything else. Anything. I mean, yeah, there are times when I'm getting fucked with, I wish I had a big goddamn lead pipe in hand to beat them to death with, but that's an urge of the monkeys, and I'm better than that. I'm better than them who are messing with me. There is a time and place for it, in my opinion, and that's whenever it is necessary, not because you want to look like a hard ass. Some of the hardest people I know keep it under wraps most of the time, and some of the most weak minded, emotionally stunted, and sociopathic people I ever knew wanted to always be seen as a scary hard ass, *or they were just trying too hard.
Not saying that's Charlie or anything, that's just the way I view it.
*=eta
People don't usually try to start those kinds of fights with us, because we're girls.
Yeah, until one day they do, then you . . . . .fight like girls! :lulz:
SLAPFIGHT!
Don't knock a good, hard slap. I've got an obnoxiously monstrous 2 and a half year old, after all.
Boys who were disciplined and beaten abusively by their Fathers quite often spend years as bullies themselves, and live life afraid. Sometimes they rise above it, often they don't. But boys who were disciplined by their Mothers, even regurly beaten, are rarely afraid of anything at all when they're grown. And are usually better balanced individuals. It seems discipline from Fathers
has a great deal of humiliation attached to it for growing boys, and this is really really bad for them.
BadBeast: Brought up by Women. For Women. :wink:
Quote from: BadBeast on October 05, 2010, 06:30:19 PM
Boys who were disciplined and beaten abusively by their Fathers quite often spend years as bullies themselves, and live life afraid. Sometimes they rise above it, often they don't. But boys who were disciplined by their Mothers, even regurly beaten, are rarely afraid of anything at all when they're grown. And are usually better balanced individuals. It seems discipline from Fathers
has a great deal of humiliation attached to it for growing boys, and this is really really bad for them.
BadBeast: Brought up by Women. For Women. :wink:
Oh shit...
am I fucking up my son's life by not beating him? :?
I'm jetting from this thread before it becomes a moral high ground bullshit thread. :|
Quote from: The Lord and Lady Omnibus Fuck on October 05, 2010, 06:55:57 PM
Quote from: BadBeast on October 05, 2010, 06:30:19 PM
Boys who were disciplined and beaten abusively by their Fathers quite often spend years as bullies themselves, and live life afraid. Sometimes they rise above it, often they don't. But boys who were disciplined by their Mothers, even regurly beaten, are rarely afraid of anything at all when they're grown. And are usually better balanced individuals. It seems discipline from Fathers
has a great deal of humiliation attached to it for growing boys, and this is really really bad for them.
BadBeast: Brought up by Women. For Women. :wink:
Oh shit...
am I fucking up my son's life by not beating him? :?
Probably not. Not getting beaten as a child never did me any harm. Although I did get my legs slapped from time to time.
Mind you, I'm hardly a lifestyle role model for anyone, not on purpose anyway. Both my kids are in University, and College, so I must have done something right. If only I could remember what it was, . . . . .
Quote from: Mistress Freeky, HRN on October 05, 2010, 07:00:47 PM
I'm jetting from this thread before it becomes a moral high ground bullshit thread. :|
:? because of making jokes about beating my children?
There is no moral high ground as far as beating children goes.
A Snake's belly in a wheelrut can't really advise birds on the best way to fly.
Beat? Spanked and whipped yes. My kids got it, so did I.
My Mum got so angry once, (I firebombed our outhouse with a lightbulb & Petrol bomb) she broke a hairbrush on my arse! So I laughed at her so hard, all she could do was laugh as well, so we did that instead. It was pretty funny, but you really had to be there. All my hair was singed, and the first thing she picked up was, . . . . . a hairbrush! :argh!: :argh!: :argh!: :lulz:
I spanked mine when they were younger. You have to make sure they get The Fear. Especially if you're a rather small single mother of one or more sons. It's got to be ingrained in them that you have Ultimate Power when they're little, so they don't get any ideas later on.
Total conditioning, and I am unashamed.
Quote from: The Lord and Lady Omnibus Fuck on October 05, 2010, 08:12:53 PM
I spanked mine when they were younger. You have to make sure they get The Fear. Especially if you're a rather small single mother of one or more sons. It's got to be ingrained in them that you have Ultimate Power when they're little, so they don't get any ideas later on.
Total conditioning, and I am unashamed.
I am pretty sure my mother can still use the Voice on me.
I can see spankings, but whippings?
Really? Like an actual whip?
Seems a bit...I dunno...
...too erotic?
Yeah...
At least, now that BDSM is actually a "spoken of" thing. It wasn't always the first thing people thought of when whips were mentioned.
Quote from: The Lord and Lady Omnibus Fuck on October 05, 2010, 08:12:53 PM
I spanked mine when they were younger. You have to make sure they get The Fear. Especially if you're a rather small single mother of one or more sons. It's got to be ingrained in them that you have Ultimate Power when they're little, so they don't get any ideas later on.
Total conditioning, and I am unashamed.
I spanked my kids. When they were little a quick smack to the butt not only gets attention but stops them in their tracks. For the most part the threat alone was enough, but there are some things that if you threaten to spank them if they do whatever and they still do it, well then I had to follow thru with my threat. Now that they are older, eh well, they lose priviledges. Cell phone, gaming system, tv, home phone. I once stripped my oldest son's room bare. He had to earn back everything he had in his room including his bed, covers etc. That did more on the discipline side for him than anything. AND he will never ever "borrow" my car again. He was 14 at the time and it was 2 am.
Quote from: Sigmatic on October 05, 2010, 08:27:50 PM
I can see spankings, but whippings?
Really? Like an actual whip?
Seems a bit...I dunno...
REALLY?
Come on! Different terminology for the same things. Spanking, whipping, switching, even beating can just refer to I'm going to beat your ass if you don't get off the fucking roof kind of thing. Yes he did and yes I did. He was 9.
Quote from: Sigmatic on October 05, 2010, 08:27:50 PM
I can see spankings, but whippings?
Really? Like an actual whip?
Seems a bit...I dunno...
:kingmeh:
Smacking a naughty kid is one thing. (And actually illegal here in the UK! WTF?) But taking a stick or belt to them, and thrashing them is just plain wrong. If that is the only way of dealing with them, then you've already pretty much failed them as a parent, so why make things worse?
I found gentler and less obviously abusive punishments far more effective. Like locking them in dark, cold coal bunkers for the weekend, with the rats and spiders, "to think about what they've done" a really effective tool. (They never stole biscuits from the kitchen again, at any rate) And for backtalking, or cursing, showing off tinfront of their friends, I had a pole at the bottom of the garden. I would tie the offending child to it, then hose them down, and leave then in the garden overnight. After news of a few examples of this got around the village grapevine, even their foulmouthed guttersnipe pikey schoolfriends stopped swearing and cursing, and behaving like hooligans. (At least, they did around me,)
And my kids always thanked me for it afterwards. After a couple of wet November nights in the garden at least. But violent beatings?? There's always been far to much love in my heart for my kids, to evar raise a hand to them in violence. Anyway, my son is 6''4' now, and he's starting to get that cocky "Just you try it, you evil old bastard" look in his bonny green eye. A year ago, I may have called it defiance, but now I just pretend not to notice. So you see, psychological discipline techniques are just as effective as beatings, and far less physically demanding on a busy parent. And of course, perfectly legal too.
Quote from: BadBeast on October 05, 2010, 09:27:49 PM
Smacking a naughty kid is one thing. (And actually illegal here in the UK! WTF?) But taking a stick or belt to them, and thrashing them is just plain wrong. If that is the only way of dealing with them, then you've already pretty much failed them as a parent, so why make things worse?
I found gentler and less obviously abusive punishments far more effective. Like locking them in dark, cold coal bunkers for the weekend, with the rats and spiders, "to think about what they've done" a really effective tool. (They never stole biscuits from the kitchen again, at any rate) And for backtalking, or cursing, showing off tinfront of their friends, I had a pole at the bottom of the garden. I would tie the offending child to it, then hose them down, and leave then in the garden overnight. After news of a few examples of this got around the village grapevine, even their foulmouthed guttersnipe pikey schoolfriends stopped swearing and cursing, and behaving like hooligans. (At least, they did around me,)
And my kids always thanked me for it afterwards. After a couple of wet November nights in the garden at least. But violent beatings?? There's always been far to much love in my heart for my kids, to evar raise a hand to them in violence. Anyway, my son is 6''4' now, and he's starting to get that cocky "Just you try it, you evil old bastard" look in his bonny green eye. A year ago, I may have called it defiance, but now I just pretend not to notice. So you see, psychological discipline techniques are just as effective as beatings, and far less physically demanding on a busy parent. And of course, perfectly legal too.
:lulz:
Quote from: BadBeast on October 05, 2010, 06:30:19 PM
Boys who were disciplined and beaten abusively by their Fathers quite often spend years as bullies themselves, and live life afraid. Sometimes they rise above it, often they don't. But boys who were disciplined by their Mothers, even regurly beaten, are rarely afraid of anything at all when they're grown. And are usually better balanced individuals. It seems discipline from Fathers
has a great deal of humiliation attached to it for growing boys, and this is really really bad for them.
BadBeast: Brought up by Women. For Women. :wink:
I DON'T
disagree entirely with you b.b, however i think you ought to have been beaten more. you need more fear.
Quote from: E.O.T. on October 06, 2010, 12:32:43 AM
Quote from: BadBeast on October 05, 2010, 06:30:19 PM
Boys who were disciplined and beaten abusively by their Fathers quite often spend years as bullies themselves, and live life afraid. Sometimes they rise above it, often they don't. But boys who were disciplined by their Mothers, even regurly beaten, are rarely afraid of anything at all when they're grown. And are usually better balanced individuals. It seems discipline from Fathers
has a great deal of humiliation attached to it for growing boys, and this is really really bad for them.
BadBeast: Brought up by Women. For Women. :wink:
I DON'T
disagree entirely with you b.b, however i think you ought to have been beaten more. you need more fear.
Oh, I totally agree. My legs were occasionally slapped, but not nearly hard enough. I started bullying my Teachers at school (not physically, but mentally) as soon as I realised I was cleverer than them. I now think I must have had some kind of behavioural disorder, maybe "Oppositional Defiance Syndrome". (Which I kinda think is one of those "made up" syndromes", but it fits) I thoroughly enjoyed School, left at 15, and have spent my time since leaving, nearly 30 years, wilfully underachieving, misbehaving, spent the 80's on the Festival scene, moving around, minimalistically existing on the edge of the underworld. Bits of petty crime, nothing I need to be ashamed of though, and not much that I regret. Did a bit of breeding, boy and a girl, both grown now, a bit of drugs, a bit of prison, a bit of this, and some more of that, and here I am, just as up for it as I evar was. So yes, my legs should really have been slapped much harder, and much more frequently. But it's too late now.
Anyway, I have known The Fear™ for years, immersed myself in it, studied it in others, laughed at it, manipulated it, even created some of it. I've given myself to it like a trembling Virgin, seen what it can do, and where it likes to ride. Familiarised myself with it. Fought it, accepted it, rejected it, welcomed it back like an ex lover. And yes, I do fear it, because I know what it can do to people. But there's very little else I fear. Sometimes I like to be frightened, which is one of the reasons I like Mushrooms. Nothing throws big unexpected dollups of Fear™ into my equation like Mushrooms can.
I like to go fishing too.
My dad went for the belt from the time I was three to about six. Mind you, I was a little girl and jumping on my bed at like eleven o'clock at night. My dad's all sorts of fucked in the head, though.
My mother conditioned me like Nigel did to hers, without spanking or anything like that so far as I can remember. She says she'd take my hand when I was very young and had done something bad, and she'd slap hers instead. Scared me at two, lol. And established that she could and would follow through on her threats to take things away or take me out of the store if I didn't shut up or whatever.
Quote from: Lysergic on October 04, 2010, 06:49:19 AM
I've never been mugged or bashed or attacked (except when I was in highschool, and I took care of that pretty fast).
I was once wandering around and ended up in a conversation with a busker who told me I have an "Aura" of Self Confidence and a "Don't fuck with me" vibe out of the blue. I think the way you hold yourself is the difference between being a victim or being secure.
This. My high school had a self defense class for the girls one year and they said emphatically, "don't walk like a victim!" Head up, shoulders squared, back straight, and with confidence. I'm also told I have that, too, the "don't fuck with me" thing.
Quote from: Henny Youngman on October 05, 2010, 08:42:36 PM
Quote from: Sigmatic on October 05, 2010, 08:27:50 PM
I can see spankings, but whippings?
Really? Like an actual whip?
Seems a bit...I dunno...
:kingmeh:
Sig and HY stare at each other across an unbridgeable generation gap...
I also occasionally threaten to Freak Out, and it gives them The Fear. I have done things like pour water on them, too, and throw a computer monitor out of a window. These are the kinds of things one only has to do ONCE, and then can ride forever on the residual reputation. Especially if you do it completely without displaying any emotion whatsoever. (Not when you Freak Out, though... that should involve shrieking hysteria and perhaps incoherent threats. Last time I did it, it was about five years ago on a neighbor, and the kids are still impressed to this day. The neighbor moved.)