Day 160 - Special Love Rolls Downhill

Musings From The Heart

An Essay A Day For A Year

By Roe

Day 160 June 8, 2012

Special Love Rolls Downhill

When I was a little boy I really wanted to be special.  Everyone always said, Roe is “special”, but they meant that I was strange and different and weird.  That is not the special that I dreamed of. I have 4 kids, and my wife and I really enjoy going through a lot of effort to make our kids feel special, and we do this in many different ways.  We make all the year’s holidays joyful events, and especially birthdays.  We also take turns spending private time with each of our kids where they get whole days to be with their Mom or Dad, and where they get to do exactly what they want to do. We both really like to support our kids interests, and we enjoy seeing that they feel special with our efforts. I really wish I would have had a dad like I have become for my kids. Nevertheless, I have heard my kids say that they need more personal and focused attention, or that we are not listening, or that we don’t understand them.

When a parent makes a child feel special, the child feels seen and heard, the child feels understood and appreciated, the child feels like they matter, and the child feels like the parent really cares. Unconsciously a child feels and knows how much their parent loves them or not, and how special they are or not, and if this Love is not fulfilling for the child, this reality is blocked from consciousness of the child out of the need to survive.  If a child could know that they are not loved like they need or want to be, if a child could feel that they are not really special to their parents, they child’s heart would break, or they would die.  The tragedy of growing up as an unloved or unappreciated or unseen or unspecial child is that your heart breaks anyway, and we die inside anyway, and we just hide from ourselves that our hearts are broken and unfulfilled, or that we are largely dead inside.

Kids are really bottomless pits of need and effort and attention on the part of the parent, and it seems as if their cups are never full.  Most children, especially me as little Roe, feel like their inner heart cups are not even half empty. I never felt as a child the feeling of my heart being half full, let alone beyond half full.  When a child is insatiable and never seems to get enough Love and attention and approval and acceptance, it is a sign that the parent in deep truth has little to give themselves, and that the parent in effect also has a heart less than half empty, and therefore very little Love left over for others, especially for their own child.  The child senses and knows this on a deep level, and so the child continues to seek and need and want and crave, but the true need can never be fulfilled since what is being received is largely lip service and acting on the part of the parent.

When my children feel that they are not getting enough attention and Love and approval and acceptance and listening and understanding from me, it is because I don’t give them enough attention and don’t love them and don’t approve of them and don’t accept them and don’t listen to them and don’t understand them the way they need and desire, and I don’t see them or feel that they are special enough to fulfill their needs, on the level and the way that my children need.  And this means that I don’t give myself attention and I don’t Love myself and I don’t approve of myself and I don’t accept myself and I don’t listen to myself and I don’t understand myself, and I don’t see myself or feel that I am special enough to fulfill my own needs. If this is true it is because my Mommy and Daddy didn’t give me the attention that I craved, they didn’t love me like I craved, they didn’t approve of me and accept me and listen to me and understand me, and they didn’t see me or make me feel special like I craved.  As you can see this generational repeat is a vicious cycle, and yet the cycle is supposed to be loving and not vicious.  They say that shit rolls downhill, well so does Love, and it is Love that all children need to roll down hill so that they may roll Love downhill to their own children some day.

There is no such thing as a bad child, there never has been and there never will be.  There are only bad parents. Many parents have one child or an only child that is a black sheep or a loser or trouble maker, etc., etc., and they mistakenly say that, “the others turned out fine, and they were all loved and treated the same, or I did my best”.  This truth is, the parents of any black sheep or loser or trouble maker are parental black sheep and parental losers and parental trouble makers, and the truth is any child in pain clearly was not loved adequately, and clearly the parents have failed their child.  My parents clearly failed me, they failed to Love me and see me and hear me and approve of me and accept me, and they failed to make me feel special.  I am so sad and disappointed for what happened to me, for what I needed and didn’t get, and for what I got and didn’t need.  I have not been able to improve my ability to love and care for my children simply by being aware of my sadness and disappointment and then simply change it, I have improved my care of my children by improving myself, and to improve myself I have had to face my pains, face my sadness, and face my disappointments.  I had to learn to cry and grieve my childhood.

Nothing I do will ever be good enough for my children, and I am proud of them for having such pure and high standards, and for having the courage and strength to tell me so, and for naturally and deeply desiring to feel special in my eyes.  I dream and strive and persevere every day to someday become the dad for them that not only can fulfill their half full cup, but some ideal day, actually experience their cup running over. I know that on the day that I have become their ideal dad, I will have also become the ideal person, and I will have come full circle to come home to my true and real childhood and childlike self.  In order to really be special and not just strange and different and weird, I need to have been really loved, and since I was not loved the way that I really dreamed of by my parents, I am truly not the loving person that I could be, and I am not the loving parent that I could be.  I may say that I have done my best, but in the eyes of my children this has clearly not been good enough, just like my parents may think that they did their best, but in fact fell way short of how to truly love their child and make me feel special.  My only hope is to continue to heal myself so that only Love may roll down hill.

I salute all you parents actively trying to heal your own pains and evolve yourselves so that you may feel special in your own heart, despite what happened to you as a child, and then pass this special feeling of self love onto your children, so that they may feel special.  It is the only hope our world has.

See you tomorrow.

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Day 159 - The Infamous Grudge Fuck - Part 2

Musings From The Heart

                                                An Essay A Day For A Year

                                                    By Roe

                                        Day 159 June 7, 2012

                                     The Infamous Grudge Fuck

                                                      Part 2

Both women and men can be sexually rebellious and sexually vengeful and sexually promiscuous, and both men and women can be sexually liberated and sexually active and slutty, but all men and women who engage in sex outside of Love, and without emotional interest and personal investment in the other person, are simply grudge fucking someone else through the person they are with.  Grudge fucking is sex driven by pain in the unconscious as a defense from primal catastrophic pain, and in effect we get off perversely and promiscuously on that which has hurt us in our babyhoods.  Modern, liberal sexuality, where we change partners often, and where we have sex with many partners without actual Love, is not free, consensual, liberal, liberated natural and normal sex, it is unconsciously rebelling against and grudge fucking our parents, and all the people in our pasts that imprinted our warped sexualities.  “Take that Mommy!  Boom boom!”  “Take that Daddy!  Boom boom!”  Slut, bitch, cunt, whore, asshole, monger, dick, jerk, these are the labels for Mommy and Daddy, and the anger we feel towards them sexually, and we say them to other people and use other people to get off on our sexualities without knowing or admitting that they represent Mommy and Daddy to us, and we don’t realize that we use people as weapons and tools against Mommy and Daddy.

When we realize why we are fucking and who we are really fucking and fucking over we can finally really enjoy our dark sex, for we can bring our minds and hearts and dicks and pussies all together onto the same page.  “Take that Mommy, you bitch and slut!  Boom boom!”  Take that Daddy you asshole and monger!  Boom boom!’  Normally, when we finally bring conscious that we are being grudge fucking sluts and using and being used by grudge fucking sluts against our parents in the guise of sexual freedom and sexual, liberal expression, we stop our fucking and our hearts begin to look for real Love on our own terms, rather than in reaction and rebellion and vengeance towards our parents.  Unfortunately that is when the repressed pain shifts costumes, and the sexy slut turns into the mean bitch, the charming monger turns into the mean asshole, and the pain surfaces instead in personality and mistreatment of others outside of sexuality, rather than in the sexuality. When this happens we have not really accomplished anything since we didn’t heal our pain or process or integrate our pain, we just shifted gears out of the sexual realm into the behavior realm.  We can also be grudging meanies as personalities also in revenge and rebellion against our parents, and not realize that that is not us.

Women do not fuck the men they like, they fuck the men that they are rebelling  with and acting out with, against their parents as a personal shock therapy against self in defensive survival, and as a personal shock therapy to harm their Daddies and Mommies. Men do not fuck the women they like, they fuck the women that they are rebelling with and acting out with, against their parents as a personal shock therapy against self in defensive survival from primal pain, and as a shock therapy to harm their Mommies and Daddies. 

The tragedy of the heart for us all is when we roam around as men and women in free and liberal sexuality with anyone and everyone, and then suddenly find that we are falling or have fallen in Love. In this way we begin our relationship grudge fucking our parents by using our meaningless lovers, and our meaningless lovers are using us to grudge fuck their own parents, and our hearts are forever galvanized to wonder whether our partners are in fact really sluts, or if the slutty grudge fucking was just a unique event, and they are forever wondering if we in fact are real sluts, or if our initial slutty grudge fucking was just a unique event.  How will we ever know what Love is and who loves who when we enter into relationships grudge fucking our parents by using our lovers for sex, and being used for sex, when we fall in Love afterwards. The unique conundrum here is that we are all sluts, and we are all chaste lovers, for sluthood and grudge fucking is completely natural and normal, and the actual paradigm of human sexuality. 

All males are fucked up by their fucked up parents and foolish to believe that the bad girl slut is for fucking, while they are looking for their one and only wifey-mommie, who of course cannot be a slut, while they are in fact sluts themselves. Do men really believe that there are two kinds of women? Men can’t bear the idea of their women having had dozens or hundreds or even thousands of sexual partners, yet they would and could have dozens or hundreds or even thousands of sexual women themselves and not see a conflict, as long as they keep it secret. That is the definition of a real slut male, a man with two sexual standards for two different kinds of women, when there is actually just one kind of woman, while he has a double standard as two males. That is the prototype asshole slut-Daddy that raises a daughter with two different standards, he would fuck his best friends daughter with all his buddies, but he doesn’t want his best friend fucking his daughter with all his buddies.  This Daddy later gets summarily grudge fucked by his daughter fucking lots of other males in anger and punishment for double dealing her.  All women are sluts and wifey-mommies to one extent or another, and sluthood and grudge fucking are acts and events and not definitions of personhood. In fact, the best wives and life-long female partners are ladies who have a large amount and variety of sexual experience.

All females are fucked up by their fucked up parents and foolish to believe that the bad boy slut man is for fucking, while they are looking for their one and only hubbie-daddy, who of course cannot be a slut, while they are in fact sluts themselves.  Women can’t bear the idea of their men having had dozens or hundreds or even thousands of sexual partners, yet they would and could have dozens or hundreds or even thousands of sexual partners themselves and not see a conflict, as long as they kept it secret. That is the definition of a real slut female, a woman with two sexual standards for two different kinds of men, when there is only one kind of man, while she has a double standard as two females. That is the prototype bitch-slut Mommy that raises a son with two standards, and who later gets grudge fucked by her son fucking lots of other females in anger and punishment for double dealing him.  All men are sluts and hubby-daddies to one extent or another, and sluthood and grudge fucking are acts and events and not definitions of personhood.  In fact, the best husbands and life-long male partners are men who have a large amount and variety of sexual experience.

If we want to know real love, and real making Love, let us all follow our hearts first, and then our minds, and then our genitals last.  Let us love people and make love to people, and not grudge fuck people.  That means that we don’t have sex unless we have an emotional interest and personal investment in our lovers. Let us heal ourselves and grieve and mourn our childhoods and repair the damage from our slut and grudge fucking parents and what they did to us, consciously or inadvertently unconsciously, and let us love our mates without bringing our Mommies and Daddies into bed with us.  It does not matter whether the men and women that we love have had one or one thousand fucks before us, it only matters that they have Love for only us, and when they do, and when we do for them, let us give them our loving sexuality as a gift, not as a grudge against our Mommies and Daddies. but as a gift of elevating Love sexuality to each other.  

See you tomorrow.

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Day 158 - The Infamous Grudge Fuck - Part 1

Musings From The Heart

An Essay A Day For A Year

By Roe

Day 158 June 6, 2012

The Infamous Grudge Fuck

Part 1

We humans as sexual creatures are here as one of Nature’s millions of progenitors, so the basics of our existence is simply to bump and grind our loins together when we are in heat, like dogs and buffalos, to perpetuate our species. Next in line in the evolution of human sexuality is simply sex for pleasure, and with human females in heat and potentially interested in mating 24/7/365, we humans have a lot of sex.  When we have sex with other people without emotional interest or personal investment in them, we are simply fucking.  The interesting irony of fucking is that no human can fuck without some kind of emotional interest or need, either conscious or unconscious or both, and so if we are engaging in sex without seeming emotional emotional interest or personal investment in the other person, we are in fact fucking someone emotionally with some kind of emotional investment in or against them and not realizing it. The drive and need fulfillment in fucking is unconsciously driven, and we are meeting our emotional agendas and needs, most often without even knowing it.  When we engage in sex with other people without some kind of emotional interest or personal investment in them, we are either grudge fucking them or someone else through them. It is impossible for human beings to engage in sex without our hearts being invested.

We humans can either fuck, or we can make Love. When we make Love we intertwine our hearts and psyches and bodies together in a mutual and reciprocal exchange of pleasure as a gift to each other, and making Love is elevating and redeeming and beautiful for both partners feeling Love.  When we humans fuck, we simply intertwine our genitals, and our hearts and minds are absent, or so we belive.  Nature is fine with superficial and selfish and impartial fucking. Rape is and has been the most successful means of the survival of our species for Nature, and procreation of any kind is fucking, except when we feel love and when we make Love.  If we are in Love with our partners that we have a personal interest in and an emotional investment in, and if we engage in mutual pleasuring of each other in an elevating way, we are making Love.  All other forms and methods of sex are fucking, and most couples even in Love, rarely succeed in going beyond fucking, since they engage in mutual use and mutual degradation and mutual physical exchange without the eyes and words and hearts that express the Love.

Human fucking is always grudge fucking. Fucking for humans, which is sex without Love, is the dark side of consciousness.  When we are in the womb and during labor, especially during birth and the emergence into the air, we are imprinting catastrophic trauma and fear, and these “first line” imprints become the prototypes to our sexuality and to our selves. Dark sexuality is driven by pain, and adult sexuality that is not loving and elevating is sexualized pain.  All humans sexualize their pain as a coping mechanism and as a defensive and survival mechanism where primal trauma is converted into pleasure as a survival measure to keep the real primal pain from reaching consciousness.

When a man fucks a woman, sex where he has no personal interest in her or actual investment in her, he is grudge fucking her.  In truth, he has an emotional investment in his own Mommy and his Daddy since childhood, though he has long repressed it due to the catastrophic pain.  When a man fucks a woman, he is living out his anger and rage and fear and loss and rebellion and revenge, and he is unconsciously fucking Mommy, or fucking Mommy over, and he is fucking Daddy, or fucking Daddy over, in a myriad of ways.  When a man fucks a woman he is grudge fucking Mommy by punishing her with his anger, he is grudge fucking Mommy by showing off for her to fuck with her, he is grudge fucking Mommy by making her jealous, he is grudge fucking Mommy by actually having sex with Mommy symbolically in his repressed unconscious symbolically through a proxy. When a man fucks a woman he is grudge fucking Daddy by taking Daddy’s woman, he is grudge fucking Daddy by showing off for him, he is grudge fucking Daddy by outdoing him and rivaling him and making him jealous, all with his sexualized anger.  When a man fucks a woman he is punishing or teasing or egging on or rebelling or revenging his wife or girlfriend or sister or mother, and when a man fucks a woman he is using the current woman as a tool to simply get off in sexualized pain, but directed at other women and men in his repressed psyche. When a man fucks a woman he is degrading himself and her, and in the process attacking Mommy and Daddy by degrading their idea of him.  When a man fucks a woman he degrades her and himself, and in the process degrades his Mommy and hid Daddy as he replays his childhood in sexualized pain. All fucking is grudge fucking, and the person in the present is just a proxy and trigger and transference to get to the thrill of fucking with Mommy and Daddy.

When a woman fucks a man, sex where she has no personal interest in him or actual investment in him, she is grudge fucking him.  In truth, she has an emotional investment in her own Mommy and her Daddy since childhood, though she has long repressed it due to the catastrophic pain.  When a woman fucks a man, she is living out her anger and rage and fear and loss and rebellion and revenge, and she is unconsciously fucking Daddy, or fucking Daddy over, and she is fucking Mommy, or fucking Mommy over, in a myriad of ways.  When a woman fucks a man she is grudge fucking Daddy by punishing him with her anger, she is grudge fucking Daddy by showing off for him to fuck with him, she is grudge fucking Daddy by making him jealous, she is grudge fucking Daddy by actually having sex with Daddy symbolically in her repressed unconscious. When a woman fucks a man she is grudge fucking Mommy by taking Mommy’s man, she is grudge fucking Mommy by showing off for her and rivaling her, she is grudge fucking Mommy by outdoing her and making her jealous and by punishing her with her anger.  When a woman fucks a man she is punishing or teasing or egging on or rebelling or revenging her husband or boyfriend or brother or father, and when a woman fucks a man she is using the current man as a tool to simply get off in sexualized pain, but directed at other men and women in her repressed psyche. When a woman fucks a man she is degrading herself and him, and in the process attacking Mommy and Daddy by degrading their idea of her.  When a woman fucks a man she degrades herself and him, and in the process degrades her Mommy and hid Daddy as she replays her childhood in sexualized pain.  All fucking is grudge fucking, and the person in the present is just a a proxy and trigger and transference to get to the thrill of fucking with Mommy and Daddy.

To be continued tomorrow in part 2

See you tomorrow.

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Day 157 - Heroes or Villains

Musings From The Heart

An Essay A Day For A Year

By Roe

Day 157 June 5, 2012

Heroes Or Villains

We all either love heroes or villains, and the funny thing is that heroes and villains either love to be heroes or villains too. It seems to be always one or the other. Who would believe that the psycho-emotional fetish and conscious and unconscious drive for heroism and villainism are the same? As a matter of fact, Attila and Adolph are twin brothers of Jesus and Gandhi, though all the goodie-hero lovers will cringe that supposed evil could be spoken in the same breath of supposed divinity.  What is funny is that the baddie-villain lovers cringe no less to hear the names of saints spoken together with the world’s worst villains. What exactly is the division between good and bad, and hero and villain, and why do we all gravitate towards one or the other?

All of Life is an expression of Love, and every aspect of Life is an aspect of Love. Heroism is a drive for positive attention and positive recognition and positive worth and felt as positive Love, the ultimate desire of all humans.  Villainism is a drive for negative attention and negative recognition and negative worth and felt as negative Love, still the ultimate desire of all humans.  Love in any form is the ultimate desire of all Life and for all humans. Heroes and villains are not hiding from Life and Love on tropical islands unknown to us, they are right in the midst of us, and they need and want and benefit from us noticing them. When a person ascends to heroism there is a positive glint in their eye, and the rosy cheeks of YES!, and hero attention and hero recognition are felt as positive Love.  When a person descends to villainism there is a negative glint in the eye, and rosy cheeks of NO!, and villain attention and villain recognition are felt as negative Love.  In actuality, the root of the feeling in the heart is the same, there is happy Love, and there is angry Love.

Heroes and villains are people adopt defensive postures that bring them attention and recognition of good or bad.  “I love you and I want you to love me!”, says the hero.  “I hate you and I want you to hate me!”, says the villain.  Good Love felt as heroism is self-serving to the hero for it bolsters the need of the hero-self to BE.  Bad Love felt as villainism is self-serving to the villain for it bolsters the need of the villain-self to BE.  Hero types are nothing without their heroism for the heroism is a defensive act to feed  insecure and immature, self seeking attention and recognition as a needed part of self and happiness.  Villain types are nothing without their villainism for the villainism is a defensive act to feed insecure and immature, self seeking attention and recognition as a needed part of self and happiness.  Without heroism the hero type falls apart into repressed pain and unhappiness and loss of worth, and without villainism the villain type falls apart into repressed pain and unhappiness and loss of worth.

Heroism and villainism are sexual fetishes, as the drive for attention and recognition and acceptance are primal imprint drives originating from the same part of the heart and brain and body as our sexuality.  A hero feels his or her buzz of positive Love in the genitals and the heart and the mind, in that order, and the villain feels his or her buzz of negative Love in the genitals and the heart and the mind, in that order, and exactly the same, except with different results.  The hero gets off on smiles and praise, while the villain gets off on frowns and curses.  Heroes and villains “get off” on their acts that result in heroism or villainism, and the sexual high of heroism and villainism is more powerful than the drugs or the alcohol or the adrenaline that we all crave and use and abuse every day. Heroism and villainism are the largest aphrodisiacs we have, and the hero or villain type would rather risk all in their acts of alliance or defiance with us rather than make Love or fuck directly sexually.

Mommy and Daddy determine our need for our heroes and villains, or becoming heroes or villains ourselves.  “Mommy and Daddy, please love me!”  Mommy and Daddy, please hate me!”  Whether we wear the gold medal in front of everyone, or whether we steal the gold medal and beat people over the head with it, we are performing for Mommy and Daddy, and the attention we are receiving, good or bad, heroic or villainous, is for Mommy and Daddy in our conscious and unconscious minds. Mommy-Daddy is the factory and prototype construction facility of you and me, and when Mommy and Daddy get it right, we will live unremarkable, harmonious and cooperative lives of Love and community with our fellow souls that also had great parents and great parenting.  When Mommy-Daddy screw up and screw us up, we will live for the spotlight and warmth of a Mommy-Daddy and parents who will someday make everything all right and finally love us, and our heroism and villainism are our attempts to get Mommy and Daddy’s attention.

The deepest drive of Life, after degradation and demise, is redemption and repair.  The full circle of Life includes the fall from perfection and balance, and the ascent and repair back to the origin.  The villain is the degradation and the demise, and the imperfection and the imbalance, and we all crave to fall and lose and thrash and break Life.  The hero is the ascent and repair and balance and perfection, and we all crave to harbor and protect and gain and preserve Life.  Whether we champion light or dark, good or bad, right or wrong, we champion the paradigm that was set up and administered by Mommy and Daddy. “Look Mommy and Daddy!  Do you notice me now and care about me now and approve of me now and accept me now and Love me now? Hee, hee, hee!”   And the hero goes to heaven when all Mommies and Daddies speak their name in praise.  “Look Mommy and Daddy.  Do you notice me now and care about me now and approve of me now and accept me now and Love me now?  Hee, hee, hee!”.  And the villain goes to hell when all Mommies and Daddies speak their name in infamy. Both heroes and villains need Mommy and Daddy and our attention and recognition, positive and negative (we are all proxy Mommy and Daddy to each other).

The comic books and their film spawns today celebrate the conflict and fight and war between good and evil, between light and dark, and each story celebrates the preservation of Life and Love in final victory and vanquishing of disillusion and  unhappiness, and all comic books celebrate our own traumatic and deprived childhoods  where we champion our heroes and villains, or where we vicariously live out our lives on the pages, and in the end, get what we want and live happily ever after. 

What exactly is the division between good and bad?  It is simply pain. Where there is no bad and dark and evil, there is no pain.  Our pain came from Mommy and Daddy, and where there is no bad and dark and evil Mommy and Daddy, there is no pain, and therefore we do not express our lives in pain. Manifestations of heroism and villainism are both manifestations of pain, each one lived out according to our programming by Mommy and Daddy.  Why do we gravitate towards one or the other, or why do we tend to champion one or the other, or even become one or the other?  This is as two sided coin.  On one side, we seek Love, and we get brownies points and gold stars for exactly how much and what kind of Love comes in to us.  If we are programmed by Mommy and Daddy to receive “good brownie points” and “good gold stars”, we dream of heroes and heroism, as that gets us the most goodie points.  If we are programmed by Mommy and Daddy to receive “bad brownie points” and “bad gold stars”, we dream of villains and villainism, as that gets us the most baddie points.  The other side of the coin is that we are all racked with catastrophic, primal, fetal, and infant trauma and deprivation and unfulfilled infant and childhood needs.  Virtually all of this pain is so toxic and threatening to us that it is repressed in our unconscious, and our efforts at heroism and villainism are simply acts that, for each one of us individually and differently, work to keep our unconscious pain at bay. Heroic and villainous acts and the reactions that they cause in others protect us from our repressed primal trauma and deprivation always trying to become conscious.

 Heroism and villainism are hopeful behaviors and acts and selves that serve us on the outside in terms of recognition and attention, positive and negative, to feed our insatiable selves that Mommy and Daddy failed to satisfy, and heroism and villainism are defensive behaviors and acts that serve us on the inside in terms of recognition and attention, positive and negative, to help us keep primal pain from surfacing that Mommy and Daddy caused us.  Whether hero or villain, inside there is a frightened and needy child acting out and acting in for Love, and acting out and acting in for Mommy and Daddy, and the one we find an allure with and choose to be or admire is the one that simply serves us the best, regardless of how it serves others.

Which one are you, hero or villain?  And what happened to you to cause your own particular version of heroic and villainous hope and heroic and villainous defense?  In truth we are all both heroes and villains.  Attila and Adolph and Jesus and Gandhi, and little old or young you and me, we are all both heroes and villains inside and outside, and we all need and miss our Mommies and Daddies. We are in fact all fun and funny and scary and violent comic book people, all doing our best to express our Lives according to what we were given, or what we were not given by Mommy and Daddy. 

Me, I am a heroic and villainous pain in the ass to those that love me, and I am vanquishing pain and finding Love a little better each and every day. Happy heroes and villains to all you children out there big and small.

See you tomorrow.

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