THEFT
Mike Church
Registrant
For years I have mourned, ranted and raged about what SA stole from me. My childhood that everyone one of us should have; without, fear, shame, guilt or obsessive behaviors. By calling what happened theft I truly believed that it was gone forever and that by doing this I played right into the hands of all the shit-heads I have come across; both as a victim and later as a hustler and even more later when re-enacting all the shit. My childhood was not STOLEN. That little boy and teenager who expected so much from life is still inside me. He has just been in prison. This prison was created by my perpetrators and customers and now I know that the door to this prison was carefully guarded by myself. MY GOD when I thing about it I could just puke my guts out. I aided and abetted those perverts. And that is exactly what they wanted. Just as John's perps used his sexual orientation against him or what any of them did to any and all of us. Talk about a brain wash. And WE all fell for it. Well I shouldn't say that without posting a poll. But I dont even know how to show one of Waumei's pics, let alone a moving one.
That little boy and teenager has been kept in the dark for far to long. It is time for him to start to enjoy that which was his right. I am not delaying it any more. I guess that is why I am doing stuff for both of us. At 62 I should not be crashing down a hill on a bike or sailing in the air on a snowboard or any of the othe hair brained things I do. But now I really know why I am doing it. It is for the little me inside.
the joy of watching children play, the smell of honest sweat in a fitness club, the cleansing heat of a shower afterwards, the smell of spring the sharpness of winter. I hope I dont sound crazy but if I do so what. It feels good. All of this started as selfish stuff for me alone but guess who is getting the biggest kick out of it. Yes I am a survivor and yes I have spent to long in the darkness of my prison but goddammint not any more. That little guy inside is having to much fun. And do you know something else I really that boy. He and I are gonna cram as much fun into the time I have left that it will seem a lifetime. DO YOU GUYS WANT TO KNOW WHAT STARTED THIS F**KING REVELATION FOR ME. It was someone else. I cannot find the post right now cause I am either to stupid to find it or too excited to bother or none of the above. But it had to do with Brian's Picture and what someone else was gonna do. I ranted and raved and said that the probable outcome would be silence. Whoever you are YOU MY BROTHER HAD THE MOST PROFOUND AFFECT OT THIS SORR ASSHOLE (past tense). You said in effect ssome are doers and some are content to sit on the sidelines and rant. YOU GOT ME OFF MY ASS. For once in my life I really took control. In another post I shared my letter with you all. Or as my american southern brothers would say Y'all. I hope you can all understand the immense load that came off my shoulders when I actually mailed those letters. Boy the fat is now in the fire and you know something I feel great about it. Expectations. I dont have a lot but now I am started and will not stop. Chey-we you are doing it too my brother. Isn't it great. VICTIMS NO LONGER. The little me and I are together for the first time I can remember and by god it is going to be quaite a party let me tell you. A whole heap of guilt has been pushed out of the way and I will beat the crap out of it if it returns.
NOW I said, and you know who you are, that someone kick started me. That is not quite true. Each and every one of you my BROTHERS have played a very important role in this. What a feeling. No more hand wringing. I am gonna grab life and the system by the balls, and I hope you all do. There is nothing that an insane bunch of BROTHERS THAT I HAVE CANNOT ACCOMPLISH. The music posts help. Brian, have you listened to Beethovens Ninth. Especially the ode to joy. The humour about sleeping pills causing drowsiness and a laxative giving you diarreah (cant spell worth a damn) have helped. The poetry make me want to cry. But I have made a promise to myself. Yeh I cry a lot. As someone says I cry at the opeing of another walmart. Hell I cant watch the Bell long distance adds. But when I cry I will try not to let the tears be of frustration or pain but of the joy of life and the lives we are all gonna lead. I hope you guys dont think I am high on chemicals. I am high on the realease the letter posting gave me and the high of trying to introduce myself the the little me who has been in prison for soo sooo long. Please forgive the mispelling I dont do shit like that stuff well. Ime gonna close now cause I am starting to ramble. I just want you all to share in the knowledge that it was not STOLEN just postponed. My only advice is to do something, anything that is just for you, and by doing it it is really for all of us here.
I think it was an american hero John Paul Jones who said. "Surrender". Sir I have just begun to figth.
That little boy and teenager has been kept in the dark for far to long. It is time for him to start to enjoy that which was his right. I am not delaying it any more. I guess that is why I am doing stuff for both of us. At 62 I should not be crashing down a hill on a bike or sailing in the air on a snowboard or any of the othe hair brained things I do. But now I really know why I am doing it. It is for the little me inside.
the joy of watching children play, the smell of honest sweat in a fitness club, the cleansing heat of a shower afterwards, the smell of spring the sharpness of winter. I hope I dont sound crazy but if I do so what. It feels good. All of this started as selfish stuff for me alone but guess who is getting the biggest kick out of it. Yes I am a survivor and yes I have spent to long in the darkness of my prison but goddammint not any more. That little guy inside is having to much fun. And do you know something else I really that boy. He and I are gonna cram as much fun into the time I have left that it will seem a lifetime. DO YOU GUYS WANT TO KNOW WHAT STARTED THIS F**KING REVELATION FOR ME. It was someone else. I cannot find the post right now cause I am either to stupid to find it or too excited to bother or none of the above. But it had to do with Brian's Picture and what someone else was gonna do. I ranted and raved and said that the probable outcome would be silence. Whoever you are YOU MY BROTHER HAD THE MOST PROFOUND AFFECT OT THIS SORR ASSHOLE (past tense). You said in effect ssome are doers and some are content to sit on the sidelines and rant. YOU GOT ME OFF MY ASS. For once in my life I really took control. In another post I shared my letter with you all. Or as my american southern brothers would say Y'all. I hope you can all understand the immense load that came off my shoulders when I actually mailed those letters. Boy the fat is now in the fire and you know something I feel great about it. Expectations. I dont have a lot but now I am started and will not stop. Chey-we you are doing it too my brother. Isn't it great. VICTIMS NO LONGER. The little me and I are together for the first time I can remember and by god it is going to be quaite a party let me tell you. A whole heap of guilt has been pushed out of the way and I will beat the crap out of it if it returns.
NOW I said, and you know who you are, that someone kick started me. That is not quite true. Each and every one of you my BROTHERS have played a very important role in this. What a feeling. No more hand wringing. I am gonna grab life and the system by the balls, and I hope you all do. There is nothing that an insane bunch of BROTHERS THAT I HAVE CANNOT ACCOMPLISH. The music posts help. Brian, have you listened to Beethovens Ninth. Especially the ode to joy. The humour about sleeping pills causing drowsiness and a laxative giving you diarreah (cant spell worth a damn) have helped. The poetry make me want to cry. But I have made a promise to myself. Yeh I cry a lot. As someone says I cry at the opeing of another walmart. Hell I cant watch the Bell long distance adds. But when I cry I will try not to let the tears be of frustration or pain but of the joy of life and the lives we are all gonna lead. I hope you guys dont think I am high on chemicals. I am high on the realease the letter posting gave me and the high of trying to introduce myself the the little me who has been in prison for soo sooo long. Please forgive the mispelling I dont do shit like that stuff well. Ime gonna close now cause I am starting to ramble. I just want you all to share in the knowledge that it was not STOLEN just postponed. My only advice is to do something, anything that is just for you, and by doing it it is really for all of us here.
I think it was an american hero John Paul Jones who said. "Surrender". Sir I have just begun to figth.