Comment reply: Epcot phobia

wolfrider:Just got in from work and disney was boring before for md lin as I was watching my younger brother at the time, but disney with you sounds like a major bast. In more ways than one just imagine riding space mountain as long as it takes how is your knowledge of epcoct ridiing on the spaceship earth ride mmmmm. This post will be short I need to respond to your comments on other post.

My reply: dear wolfrider, I thought long and hard about space mountain. I adore that ride. Even though it is in the dark it won't work for sex play. You are seated by yourself with your partner behind you. It would be great fun for masturbation. However, there are so many twist and turns I could rupture an ovary if I attempted it with a lollipop. Not to mention my luck I'd get the stick in my eye.

Thunder mountain is a possibility. It would be hard to go undetected. It is also too bumpy to suck a cock without ramming it with teeth. It has been so long since I went to epcot. I actually have an epcot phobia. You're right the spaceship earth ride would be classic foreplay fun. I had a field trip to epcot in eighth grade. I was with ditzy delinquent girls sneaking cigarettes. All three of us weren't paying attention where we were supposed to meet at the end of the day.

Our focus was seeing which boys we could play with on the water ride in Norway. It took hours for us to be found. The whole school had to wait. My mom picked me up bitching that some dumb chicks forced her to wait all damn night. She nearly died when I told her I was one of those dumb girls. I had never been in trouble my whole life. My mom never bitched and screamed so loud in my life. Trying to say calmly 'mom i just got lost' did no good.

She asked me what the proper term was for punishing a c***d. I asked do you mean 'grounding or restriction?' She said 'whatever they call it is fine with me. Your restricted for a long time.' That weekend when it was time for my normal friday night movie and sleepover at a friend's house she tried to stop me. I had a teenage hissy fit in pier one imports that was legendary.

I was not about to miss one weekend of partying because of epcot. I called her out for all the times she was late to pick me up. I called her out for being an hour late to pick me up from a birthday party when her excuse was having the shits. I called her out for leaving me on my swing set and forgetting to make sure I was in the car before going to the grocery store. She only had two k**s to keep track off. Watching your mom drive away when your running after the car is unforgettable. She did it more than once. She could get half-way to walmart before realizing I wasn't in the car.

I was that k** sitting on the side-walk waiting for my mom to show up all the time. She caved. I was allowed my normal weekend party time. It was official. My parents were such fuck-ups that they could never restrict my behavior. After the epcot fiasco I was banned from field trips for the rest of the year. I wasn't even allowed to attend the party on the playground the last day of school. I sat in detention anytime a special event was taking place. I wasn't even allowed to participate in academic field trips for the gifted program. Epcot kind of traumatized me. I don't even like looking at the big silver dome. Getting me to go to Epcot again will involve letting me get shit ass drunk and ride the Norway ride over and over.

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10 years ago

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fulltimeflirt 10 years ago

For sure honey she was 13 at the time it was a long scarey night

wolfrider2121 10 years ago

Lin writing comes easy my language in person is what most peope dont like I will always be army after 5 years in I can get foul with it. As for the sexual kinky side that can be alot of fun as I hinted at with excerpt from my book I lived with sister "wives" they jumped over the broom missy and her lady but both women ended up with me.
But my style of clothing is country, jean shorts and tank tops in summer jeans and sweats in winter any ideas on vintage clothing that wouldnt be to victorian or 50s I prefer the 60s to 80s.
If there is anything you want to know just ask linda ill answer your questions and only yours lin thank you dear

linmarris Publisher 10 years ago

to wolfrider2121 : wolfrider, if you make your vacation disney world we will have a wicked good time. I love the way you communicate. I can tell you are a writer who knows how to treat a woman. So few men in my life have shown me the respect I deserve. I will never be a mother but I bring life into this world through my writing. I do have a kinky sexual side. I was also taught how to act like a lady. My great aunt was my grandmother's age and I was taught the lost art form or etiquette and poise. Yes my language is foul and I am deviant. However, I am also mature and sophisticated.

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to wolfrider2121 : Sometimes you have to shut people out of your life. My childhood was filled with terror becuase of his abuse. I'm glad you got revenge on the man that molested you. I am very lucky my brother's abuse was just violent and not sexual in nature. However, I was always in fear the abuse would become sexual. I don't let the anger consume me. I try to let my mother know what he did to me and she doesn't grasp the full extent of damage he caused. He was never punished for hurting me. My mom doesnt realize I head my body in jeans and jackets to hide the bruises and protect her. Very easily teachers knew I was a victim of abuse but I would never confess who was hurting me. I protected my mother. She doesnt understand both my parents deserved jail time for the way I was treated. My mother was convinced I bruised easily. He had a knife collection and I was always warned if I told he would come in my room at night and start cutting me. He maimed and sliced up all my dolls and his threat was a legitimate fear. He would have killed me. I had to learn how to run fast and fight back.

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linmarris Publisher 10 years ago

to cj283 : My mother finally found my shoes. Thank God. Somehow they got thrown in a dirty hamper I never use. My mom is totally wild. You should hear the way we talk to each other. I can say 'Goddamn you woman where the fuck did you hide my only fucking pair of flip-flops, are fucking with me?' She can respond 'fuck you, I don't know were you lost your fucking shoes, that's your fucking problem. where my motherfucking sneakers, and stop bitching' We have a slight problem with our language.Even being sweet to each other we say things like 'did you get my fucking orange juice and remember to buy fucking toilet paper? She always ask me 'does my hair look too fucking bad and does this shirt make me look fucking fat?' I wish i could say i can forgive my brother and move on. If I told tou how many ways he abused me you would understand it's not possible. I don't let the hate consume me. However, I don't consider him family. The way he has treated my mother is shocking.We are complete strangers and I have no need for him. He can't even say heloo to me or look at me as if I am invisible.

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linmarris Publisher 10 years ago

to fulltimeflirt : I can relate. I imagine you were scared to death. people dont realize how easy it is to get seperated in tight crowds. especially on the tram

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to fulltimeflirt : i hope it is mark now you know abot all the little nooks and crannies were two lovers can get some privacy. love ya

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wolfrider2121 10 years ago

As for your dream comming true I might have to make my vacation Disney when I can take one as a woman you should be treated with respect and dignity nothing less. That is and always how I treat women, man is not life bringer, women are the life bringers they should be treated as the goddesses they can be .

wolfrider2121 10 years ago

Lin I only askedif you could forgive but never forget what your brother did to you I agree by shutting him out of your life you feel better as I have and still do today with parental unit that kidnapped me, as for the molester I got to piss on his grave and shit on it since he passed on from this life 4 yrs ago he asked my father to have me come to hospital when he was dying I laughed and said fuck himand his molesting ass. As for what cj283 said dont let the hate consume you live your life and fuck him and his life, be the best person you can be dear

cj283 10 years ago

Sorry for the delay in responding, I wasn;t sure whether I could or even should. But responding is the least I could do. Your mother situation sounds totally wild, to have to hunt for your shoes and listen to her vivid dreams would drive anyone mad. The fact that you are struggling with your shoes makes me sad. What can I do to help?

Regarding your brother, forgiving him doesn't mean you have to have anything to do with him. Just don;t let the hating of what he did consume you.

fulltimeflirt 10 years ago

I did have a experience but not in Disney we was separated in the crowd and my daughter was on the tram alone in Disney and we were still in epcot and my wife was in a panic we had the whole security squad looking for her

fulltimeflirt 10 years ago

This was great I loved Disney and I did not think of it that way but it does sound great now maybe next time it will be this way for me and my honey

linmarris Publisher 10 years ago

to cj283 : My mother and her shoes. I could write a whole book about that topic. She loves to tell me about her nightmares. Last night she dreamed she was a bus driver. She even said she would just have to pull the bus off the road and beat some asses. At least once a month i hear a vivid tale about some crucial life moment she relives in dreams panicked because she is barefoot. I am her daughter. Right now I'm screwed. I have one pair of flip-flops. They are so no where to be found. Each day I search new crevices looking for my only pair of shoes. I swear the cunt must have thrown them away. I keep searching under my bed like they will suddenly emerge. I've been going to the gas station wearing her granny clogs that are two sizes too big. I'm stuck wearing old tennis shoes to the store. I refuse to put on socks or tie laces. I'm too pissed off about the missing shoe situation. My childhood was no fairytale. In some ways it was perfect. It was a training ground. It taught me how to cope. You are very right that weak people do not forgive. It takes strength to forgive the people who abused, neglected, rejected, tormented, abandoned, humiliated and assaulted you. I am not strong enough to forgive my brother. I will not give him a second chance. I will not allow him to be near me. What he did to me was too severe and it damaged me beyond belief. So I spend christmas and thanksgiving alone. I will not sit at his table and pretend like he has the ability to love. It's just me, my evil mother and our shoe dilemmas.

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linmarris Publisher 10 years ago

to wolfrider2121 : the sky walk is one of my ultimate fantasies. In my story I used it as the perfect zone for a blow job. It actually sounds more like a dream come true just to have my nipples licked and my neck nibbled on

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to wolfrider2121 : wolfrider, you have such a strong spirit. i was lucky not to be kidnapped, molested or locked in closets. My abuse was mostly verbal. The monster in my life was my brother. I'm almost afraid if I wrote that tale of abuse it would push people away. Right now I'm trying to bring them in. However, it is a story I have to tell if I want this to be a real blog. It's a perfect example of my parents being so neglectful that it's actually funny. It did make me a damn good woman. I talk to my mom about the abuse. She had a point. At least it taught you how to fight. When I get to that story you will hear tells how a little girl managed to beat up her four year older brother and wreak havoc on his world. Then I had a few moments when I did bust open a man's lip for a good cause. Then I was truly assaulted and I annihilated a man twice my size. It is another good story. But my mother is right. I have no fear of men or a fight. I prefer not to fight women. As a chick with a wig hair pulling will not be a fun encounter if it does happen. In the end all my struggles made me so much stronger than most women could ever comprehend. And just wait until I describe the hilarious reasons me and my mother have both ended up in the ER for freak accidents. When my dad died we had around a thousand oxycontin left. It took us ten years and so many injuries to kill that stash. We never took them to get high. We had legit pain and major wounds. I will never have children and I'm not allowed pets. I envy you those sweet comforts. We have both had a journey. It made us good people. We both have our share of stories to tell

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cj283 10 years ago

Too funny about your mother's shoes. Sounds like she has many of her own challenges.

I agree with Wolfrider 2121 that your childhood made you into the incredible talented person you are.

I am sorry that both of you had such terrible childhoods. I guess I am one of the lucky ones who had a great ones.

There is a quote that I like; "Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong, the weak can never forgive"

wolfrider2121 10 years ago

As for your mom forgetting you and forgeting her correct shoes I think it has made you into the stong woman that you are today , the woman whom I admire and proud to know as a friend if you would let me dear tired got my but kicked in kitchen had to cook for buffet , regular orders and cook for a private party of 300 all at the same time solo, other cook was setting tables and chairs.
But can you forgive both your parents for the past and all they did to you that is hard I know, I still have trouble fogiving my family over what happed to me as a child my kidnapping by parent, molesting by family member the emktional abuse of locking in closets stuff like that while dad was at sea. Yea I had rough times but it only made me stronger that is why I dont have many friends in my life. Oh well I have my animals I care for those are my kids for now, but never stopped wishing for kids. Thanks for listening dear have good night

wolfrider2121 10 years ago

Lin dear I rather take the sky walk sitting hi above prying eyes and pleasing you by swirling my tongue over your hard nipples while gently nibbling on your neck just scraping my teeth over your skin

linmarris Publisher 10 years ago

to cj283 : I could forgive my mom for not getting me in the car one time. It was that it happened on a normal basis. I can laugh about it. She is that mom who can never manage to wear two matching shoes. We are both really smart but my mom's shoe problem his hilarious. She could show up in one navy sandle and one black pump. As a nurse she would wear one of her good sneakers that is white and on her other foot wear her bright orange yard sneaker. She has nightmares constantly about losing shoes. I just laugh and love her for who she is. She can fall and hurt herself in ways that take a whole new blog to explain. Together we are constantly in the emergency room. My dad didn't love me and he was a total bastard. He was such a prick the memories are actually funny. I have a whole slew of fucked up parental moments very few people can relate too. I can't wait to write about them. It was a journey to survive in my house. I'm grateful for it. If I do go back to epcot it will be to get hammered and relive old memories. It is the only disney park where you can drink. But I have lots of stories to tell. Being that kid chasing after the car is just a glimpse. But there was no such thing as punishment in my house. I was lucky my dad was a prick but he could never hit or discipline his children. When he tried it was just funny. In some ways I think he had to love me a little bit even though he wouldn't say it when he was dying. I loved him very much. What matters is that I was a good daughter. If he had left past the age of fifty he would have adored the woman I became. He was an artist and it would have shocked him into loving me to see that I was the child that inherited his talent not the son he loved. my dad would be horrified he became a nurse and his wife is so fat and boring me and my cousins sarcastically renamed her 'tons of fun.' since my brother lived to call me fat it is only fair he shares his bed with a creature as large as a buffalo and the personality of cardboard.

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linmarris Publisher 10 years ago

I was the same way after that year of misbehaving at fourteen I went straight to work and supported my goddamn self. I dealt with trauma and abuse to make it happen. But there was no way to punish me. There was no restriction. There was no grounding. My dad tried to spank me once and he couldn't do it. I never got caught when I misbehaved. I was a damn good kid. I looked after myself. My brother was eighteen when I went to work at fourteen. My damn money feed the abusive bastard and he still beat me like a punching bag. Most of my money went directly to supporting my dad's multiple drug habits. However, when some kids had an allowance and a dorky lunch box I had a wad of cash and free reign to do anything but call long distance. Those were my rules. Don't get pregnant and don't call long distance.

linmarris Publisher 10 years ago

to hurley123 : see this is a perfect example of one of my non-sexual blogs that is still entertaining. It is hilarious to describe my fiasco at epcot and my mom's horrible parental mistakes. This blog wasn't written to get a dick hard. It was to make a man smile and appreciate a story that still makes me laugh and my mother bitch

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cj283 10 years ago

It is amazing how a sequence of events on what was supposed to be a fun day can bad turn so quickly. And that even the memory of the day can stir up old memories. I am sorry you were the kid chasing Mom's car. But hopefully your parents loved you in their own way.

Maybe one day you will go back to Epcot and hopefully enjoy it.

hurley123 10 years ago

yet another interesting entry! how have you been?
Love, Hurley