I will be the queen of the ball!
What kind of queen are you, the queens are all old.
Q: Who am I then?
You are my dog :)
Hm, the ball sounds not very...

And what if, instead of interviewing the "cynical uncles" in the form of the rape victim, to make the most detailed list of all possible actions and let her silently go through the bars, what was done with her?
First, she won’t have to painfully pick words, just note the standard formulations.
And secondly, noting only 3-4 of the dozens of possible violent acts, the victim can feel relief: she is not alone with such trouble, there are many, and worse happens, but they cope.

You can break the list by sections so that you don’t have to read it all. And then the "other" is left.

Honestly, it would have helped me a lot. Looking forward to the comments of psychologists.

Feminism is :

1st Women have the right to work whoever they want.
2nd Women are not allowed to work as grid girls.

I have everything.

You have strange professional forums. Probably some special breasts professionals. Usually the problem is the opposite: "You specifically took a female nick, Pidor, so that everyone would wear and babysit with you here! ""Well, what a real nick when you do so well! Women can’t do that!"

Well, you also have a broadcast "A woman can’t be a professional if she’s not a man"? What do you argue with?

Well, then do not forget that it is the inadequates and bends that get the most in the eye.

Without them no. It’s like a gay parade: you need a jerk. If all feminists were quiet and polite - please stop beating wives, harassing workers, raping girlfriends, if you are not difficult - there would be no result. No one likes to lose privileges. And so, one runs in with the cry "huemrazzi! Selective abortions of boys. Lesbian separatism!"... And you already think that those polite were very even nothing. And maybe even right.

(It is the tester)
A typical example of our interaction with me
He came, shot me in the foot, waited for me to take the basket, took it away, turned it into a bicycle, sat on it and left.

xxx:bearing in mind how and what people eat - their liver to taste - retarded
YYY: I confirm it. As for the human, I don’t know, but the cabbage is a full swallow. For they eat not only all kinds of chickens, but also falls and little life. A friend (hunting lover) said he tried a bear. I bled further than I saw.
Vegan for what?
YYY : Hm And also truth.

So you are the one who considers your underdog the third size??? If anything, even the fatest man does not reach 1 size.

Have you been on the beach for a long time? In fact, it goes very well, and to the second, and to the third :)

XXX: Drink a beer
YYY: I can’t, I have a sleeve.

Advice better where to read fun stories and quotes, rather than this stupid joke on the whole subject.

To be a winner, you must at least participate in the struggle.

A story of happiness.
On the very journey of the last century, on December 30, 1999, in one large Siberian city, a sad event occurred: a person disappeared. Well, how does it happen - went out of work, called his wife "Nothing to buy home?"And after half an hour, as usual, he is not there, after an hour or two or three there is no. And the phone is off. Not knowing what to think, he called Morgi and the police. not anywhere. After a sleepless night, she went to the district officer, who explained to her that the application would be accepted only in three days. The man is an adult, and the first version is stunned - stunned... Three days passed, the application was accepted, and the search engine turned, as usual - unsuccessfully. For several months, search leaflets with photos of the missing man were flashing, and then they disappeared.
After weeping all the tears, in the spring she decided to devote the rest of her life to God. And since they had no children, nothing kept them in this worldly life. Having consulted with the father of the local parish, she went to a monastery in the N region, six hundred versts from the house. Arriving in the regional center, before going to the monastery, she decided to enter the temple... She entered the gate, obscured herself with a sign of the cross, and with the thought of her missing spouse she entered the darkness of the church curtains. And the first person she saw inside was a familiar and familiar figure of the missing husband... He recognized her immediately, replied to his name, although until this point he had not remembered anything from a past life for six months.
As it turned out later, on the way from the store home, in the deserted squirrel, unknown personalities knocked him on the head, scratched everything out of the pockets and so that the sight did not fall, threw into the body of a standing truck, the driver of which before the far road into the store entered. And found an illegal passenger already in N-sk. 10 hours in the body on the frost and loss of memory for three months put him on a hospital bed. Pneumonia was cured, and memory did not want to return. I got out at the end of March and I didn’t have to go anywhere. Good people sheltered in the church, helped in the services and in the household. And how to know, do not go to the temple, maybe both would have different lives.
They still live in the N-sk, the husband again works in the carpentry business, the wife in the hospital where the husband was lying - all the same nurse. Their children will be congratulated on their adulthood next year.

Two tractors eat lunch in the field during the harsh harvest work. Potatoes, cucumbers and so on. One reads an article in a newspaper that is spread out as a bowl:
In 25 years of sexual life, the female vagina is worn up by only one ten thousandth of a millimeter!
Oh, we would have such bands!

I tell the story

No feminist in the world has stripped her sister a pink bandage.

When I was 17, I had a girlfriend and she had an older sister. The original personality.
Oral to her sister, when she was wearing short sweaters (unwilling to soften lustful looks), while saying that a woman can walk in anything, even naked, and no one has the right to touch her finger. Her sister's desire to become a florist (not fulfilled) was categorically not supported (donating flowers humiliates a woman), but she ferociously claimed that a woman can do whatever she wants. and so on. She didn’t approve of me either, I heard the word “spermobac” from her for the first time, which at that age seemed extremely funny to me.
She called herself a feminist, but maybe she was just fucking, I don’t know.

Today, our developers have started fixing one bug, which is played only in Firefox. In the process, a corresponding defect was found in the bagtracker FF. Everything would be nothing, only this bug was launched 15(!) years ago. It is still reproduced. Fuck you seriously? The browser engine has changed many times over this time, generations of languages have changed, new ones have appeared - but the bug is carefully passed through the years and to this day, the fox, poisoning life.

The joke of humor is that the majority of BDSM practices are formally illegal and can be qualified as inflicting beating and mild toll injuries. But for some reason I didn’t hear complaints from the upper ones that the damned lower ones could at any time file a claim against them, unlike...

Because they are enjoying it! Finish when the process is over, if easier. And although everything happens (the statements are written, yes), two people who have concluded a verbal agreement and fulfilled it, plus those who have had pleasure, will rarely become offended. Instead, they will meet again and repeat.
Only the rapist enjoys real violence. And he is also surprised at what this victim is dissatisfied with (in fact, it is not surprising, all this shows, he wanted to do bad). And the victim only suffers, no matter what tales such people invented.

If you wake up in the middle of the night in our apartment and turn on the light in a small aquarium - it is in my place instead of a nightmare, then you can see how in a dark large aquarium at a saucer soma - a black dwarf of 30 centimeters in length - THE EYES LIGHT.
This is what you are, Baskerville fish!

In Moscow and St. Petersburg, all the bordures and rebars fell.
You will not be able to distinguish the capital from the north.

You say you can’t rape? So you can’t kill too, and it’s a more serious crime, but you kill all the time! Moreover, God’s law says “Don’t kill,” and people with church domes on their backs continue to kill without fear of the Lord’s punishment.

Do you know what shit is? When one person kills another, he understands that he is doing something bad, not approved by society and punished by law. And when a boy rapes a girl – he doesn’t understand at all: "What is that? She gave it to that, this is what I was supposed to give, what broke it up, shit?"Well, this is like'my neighbor will taste one beer, then another, he doesn't call me for some reason - well, I went, gave him a moustache and also drank a beer on a hollow; I'm a pretty guy". Only with a murder for a bad beer society will again look at a bad boy, and with rape...

In the train Peter Moscow I started a migraine attack, the pills were not with me and when I arrived in Moscow I did not think of anything and hardly called a taxi. I asked the driver on the road to go to the nearest pharmacy to buy the necessary medicines and water. During the trip I came back a little, and when it was time to pay for the trip, it turned out that I did not have a wallet and the last time I saw it in the pharmacy...



Two hours before the pharmacy and back I would not stand and asked the driver to come for the money tomorrow. Not beautiful, I know, but at night I had nowhere to take them.



And this nice man offered me to take my wallet and bring it to me the next day! We are just calculating. And the most interesting thing, brought) the pharmacist gave, as he remembered the buyer in a semi-conscious state and was not surprised that a taxi driver was behind the wallet. This is such a beautiful story.