Random and inconsistent snippets from an unstructured mind. My truth may not be your truth. A fact is a fact only by standing on it.
It can't fall down, there is nothing holding it up...
Except some sort of capitalist exploitation. The writer is a 3rd generation Indigenous Australian. Not, i might add, Aboriginal - two different concepts.
Saturday, December 09, 2017
Sexual eploits from 55 years ago
Erk, At this point am paranoid.
Thankfully am not rich, Famous .. or politician.
Thanks for this, Davoh. So 1962 was a good year? Very properly, you have avoided to much explicit detail. Frank Sinatra might help fill in the blanks:
When I was seventeen It was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights On the village green When I was seventeen
Ah, Vincent ... memories - and yep, if i ever became famous, or rich .. forgive my cynicism about the motives of some females ..
However - this has to be told - no longer hidden. Would you believe that it took me many years; naked in a bed - for a female to tell me of her families distress. I never knew, could not really comprehend - that a Father could (kiddy fiddle) sexually indulge - with three of his daughters.
Short story is that the Father was Irish Catholic ... but the eldest of three more daughters 'ganged up' on the father of the fourth daughter - protected Her. O, 'tis a long story.
Um, yes Vincent. At this point in my long life traveling a round, discovering - sort of -the villages aroung this island continent, made friends - and some adversaries ... if my real name be known on this 'internet' ... am sure that would be beset and besieged with all all sorts of "allegations".
However - until someone - any one can actually 'accuse me' of anything = then take the 'accusations' to b 'proven' in a "Court of Law" .. Then yep .... while some females might have been 'uncomfortable' with a hand on the knee, uncomfortable with 'bureaucrat Senior" .. Have, as a male, self experienced the "Civil Service" Beuocratic lick my boots - attitude.
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Thanks for this, Davoh. So 1962 was a good year? Very properly, you have avoided to much explicit detail. Frank Sinatra might help fill in the blanks:
When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
It would have been better to hyphenate "small town girls" thus:
small-town girls
to avoid the implication of
small town-girls
for then you'd have reason to be paranoid in today's feeding frenzy
Ah, Vincent ... memories - and yep, if i ever became famous, or rich ..
forgive my cynicism about the motives of some females ..
However - this has to be told - no longer hidden.
Would you believe that it took me many years; naked in a bed - for a female to tell me of her families distress.
I never knew, could not really comprehend - that a Father could (kiddy fiddle) sexually indulge - with three of his daughters.
Short story is that the Father was Irish Catholic ... but the eldest of three more daughters 'ganged up' on the father of the fourth daughter - protected Her.
O, 'tis a long story.
Um, yes Vincent. At this point in my long life traveling a round, discovering - sort of -the villages aroung this island continent, made friends - and some adversaries ...
if my real name be known on this 'internet' ... am sure that would be beset and besieged with all all sorts of "allegations".
However - until someone - any one can actually 'accuse me' of anything = then take the 'accusations' to b 'proven' in a "Court of Law" ..
Then yep .... while some females might have been 'uncomfortable' with a hand on the knee, uncomfortable with 'bureaucrat Senior" ..
Have, as a male, self experienced the "Civil Service" Beuocratic lick my boots - attitude.
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