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(81 People Likes) Which is the best sex doll shop in Qui Nhơn?
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(40 People Likes) If someone uses your child’s image as a sex doll, what legal recourse do you have?
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(10 People Likes) The supermodel-like look of these most realistic sex dolls makes them favorite of the young girls and women alike
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(27 People Likes) Why does my ex boyfriend still want to use me for sex?
ot communication these expectations to the other person due to fear of losing the ex-boyfriend They desire to be validated and that they can still attract a guy but feel ashamed about it because they seem to think sex is a taboo, that there is only one way of living life which is based on the expectations of others and norms and traditions you were taught. You are conflicted. In one hand you want to believe you are special and in the other you want to be desired, and that if someone has sex with you only you seem to think you are not special even though you satisfy your desire and need. Let’s look at the facts… Your ex boyfriend isn’t using you because if he is using you, you are also using him and don’t want to take responsibility of your own action and that you love having sex with him. It seems conditioned in people especially women on being ashamed about sex, and got to have some kind of swing, a barter, a thing, a label, to assume sex is now meant to be something divine because they got a vagina. Sex is not bad. It’s natural. Only you decide with the person who also decides to experience something wonderful together. If you do not want sex, then you can walk away and say no, but instead you by your own choice, go to him, be with him, strip naked, have sex with him and…there is nothing bad about it. You then complain to people here but people here come from all kinds of background, perception, realities, religions, beliefs, and you expect them to tell you what is wrong and what is right. Many see sex as a weapon, many see sex as this divine thing, many see sex as their self worth, many see sex as religious, or taboo or if you have sex before marriage, or relationship or no label relationship, or fuckbuddy, or threesome, they all think they are right and someone else is wrong. Which is absurd. The world is not made for them but for everyone and everyone has different needs, desires and wants. The reason your ex-boyfriend has sex with you is because you desire him, you want sex too and there is nothing bad about that. Maybe you was grown up to believe sex is like business. You don’t have sex until you barter some contract, some business transaction, a transaction of what is called a relationship, so you can be like everyone else, fit in like everyone else and probably even think that’s what makes you special. If you walked into a police station and said “he us using me for sex,” they will assume rape, sexual assualt. That sex is happening without your consent and choice to have sex with someone. That is not true at all. The truth is, you expect something else. The facts is, you have other expectations, wanting to change him, hoping if he keeps having sex, maybe one day you can fix, change him and get the relationship back. Please pay attention here… I don’t know what other women or men taught you or what you picked up from society and people around you. But having sex or not having sex, will NEVER keep a man. I’m talking about a confident man, a man who knows his self worth, a man who does not follow or fear other people’s opinion and probably a man many will troll and have them banned from here. Men who speak reality that does not pamper to left or right, or middle. You have expectations, you want to control the ex to become someone you want him to be and you know, if you do, he will be gone. If you don’t want sex, say so. Communicate to him. If you want a relationship label and all the rest that comes with it, communicate to him. And if he says no, don’t say he used you because he didn’t. You’re an adult, you made a decision to have sex with him, you take responsibility for your decisions and blame no one or complain he used you. If you don’t like having sex with him without having the expectations that’s in your mind, fair enough. Walk away. Say it but please, give up with this talk about your ex used you. It’s old, it’s the same old thing most girls and women say because they expect something else, playing games to fix and change the man to be someone they want. You so addicted to challenge and what’s hard because easy doesn’t make you excited and it’s boring. And women also who give you advice needs to stop the double standards talking about how he used her, for convience and always like mainstream media to make women weak and women who are pathetic and are always victims. You’re not a victim. She is not a victim. Nor is the ex boyfriend. You’re a woman who made a decision
(69 People Likes) What is the saddest thing you've ever seen?
nd a roll of film on the counter in front of me. Inside the plastic bag was a small black camera. The camera was smashed up pretty bad. “There is a roll of film in this camera that we need to get out and develop if possible. Is this something you can help with?” I was about 19 years old at the time, working in a photography store at a mall in rural Southwest Virginia, right on the edge of the Appalachian mountains. “We have a film lab at the police station but our equipment is broken at the moment. We need to get this film developed as soon as possible. And, we don’t know how to get this out of the camera without ruining the film.” Since the camera was broken, the film was stuck in the camera in the middle of the roll. If the camera was working, the film could be wound back into the roll and protected from the light when the back cover of the camera was opened. If they opened the camera to take out the film as it was, any pictures that were taken would immediately be ruined once the undeveloped film was exposed to the light. We did have a small black box to use for this exact type of situation. The box was sealed so no light would get inside. I could put the broken camera inside the sealed box, reach my hands through an opening on each side of the box, slip my hands into black gloves that were attached inside, and open the camera to remove the film without any light damaging it before it was developed. I told him I could help. No problem at all. “Did you hear about the plane crash this afternoon? We recovered the camera from the crash site. We don’t know what is on the roll of film. Are you okay with developing those pictures for us?” I am sure there are people who would say ‘no’ to that question. I was not one of those people. Of course I would help. And I was curious to see what was on the roll of film. “Can you develop this other roll of film as well? These are the pictures we took at the crash site. They are quite gruesome though. The pictures of the crash, before the bodies were taken to the morgue. And there are a few pictures from the morgue as well. It really is okay if you would prefer not to develop these, but we figure it doesn’t hurt to ask.” I had been working all day so I hadn’t seen the news. A small private plane crashed just a few miles from the store where I was working. It wasn’t that uncommon for plane crashes like this to happen. The Appalachian mountains were not easy for small planes to fly in and out of. Since the photo equipment at the police station wasn’t working, if we were not able to help them, they would have to drive over an hour away to the next closest photography store. Or wait however many weeks it would take for them to get their equipment fixed. I told him I would help. No problem at all. My coworker offered to help as well. She took the camera out of the plastic bag to start working on removing the roll of film while I grabbed the second roll to start developing the photos from the crash site. The pictures came through one at a time love by chance cathy doll short film each one more horrific than the last. The plane crashed in the middle of the woods, barreling through layers of trees before it hit the ground. Plane parts were everywhere. There was hardly anything left of the plane itself. There were pictures of each of the bodies of the four men who were on the plane. Their bodies were large, covered in blood. I could see their limbs disconnected and lying on the ground, far from where the bodies were. The men’s bodies were torn to pieces, just like the plane was. It was surreal. I checked back on the equipment settings a few times while the pictures were being developed, but I couldn’t look at all of them as they came through the machine. The last time I checked to see how close the roll was to being finished, I saw the last picture on the roll come through. It was a picture of one of the bodies lying on a table at the morgue. I packaged up the stack of pictures in an envelope with a huge lump in my throat. All of a sudden I wanted to un-see everything I just saw. But it was too late. As I handed the envelope to the police officer, my coworker handed me the second roll that she was able to remove from the broken camera. As I developed the film from the camera, I saw there were only four pictures taken on that roll of film. The first two were pictures of the four men standing next to their plane. Fishing gear in hand, huge joyful smiles on their faces, arms wrapped around each other for a group photo before taking off for a weekend fishing trip. All four of them looked like they were in their mid- to late-50s. The third was a photo taken on the plane by one of the men sitting in the front seat of the two men who were sitting in the back seat. The last photo was of the plane’s control panel. When the plane started to go down, before it crashed, one of the men took a picture of the control panel. He must have taken the photo knowing there may be a chance that the camera would survive the crash, and there would be a small glimpse of what went wrong. A small piece of evidence to help explain to their loved ones what happened. I thought about those men for months. I wondered how long they knew each other. How many fishing trips had they been on together? What did they say to each other when they knew the plane was going down? Were they at peace with their lives before everything ended so abruptly? This was over 15 years ago and I still see each of those pictures so vividly in my mind as I type this. Those last four photos were by far the saddest thing I have ever seen. I still remember the smiles on their faces. So much joy came through those photos, showing a group of close friends excited to spend the weekend together doing something they love. But they never made it to their destination, and they never made it back home. I found myself constantly thinking about those men and the story that was ingrained in my mind from the pictures I saw. I did not know them. But, I di