0 comments? Wtf, this area deserved more attention.
This could be a great forum to have an open conversation with myself and work some shit out.
So.. tell me about your father.
My Father was a cigar..
You’re getting way ahead of me, and you’ll get more out of this if you’re honest and open.
He left when I was young, and reappeared sporadically until I was in my teens, then he was around, before disappearing again, and then back for a bit..
So… you’ve suffered a kind of repeated abandonment, never knowing where you stand? No stability.
I’ll try, you’re right
Exactly, but I was a good kid and didn’t cause trouble, not much anyway, I just tried to make things easy for mom.
Tell me about your mother..
Tell me about your mother!
Hostility is not a solution to anything, I can only help you if you if you’re open and honest.
Well, the deal with mom was, if I behaved and did what I was told she was the best. But the slightest step out of line and I’d suffer the wrath that was aimed at Dad.
This is common. Have you ever thought that your mother felt the same abandonment you did? With no avenue available to release that pressure, it would build and build. When people lose their temper, they lose themselves.
And then she’d punish me.
She’d be with-holding. Distant. Cold.
Leaving you more alone, more abandoned.
Exactly. No chance of naked bath time.
Naked bath time? With the Soapy Hand game? Didn’t you ever play that with your mom?
Errrryyryyrrrmmm, lets stay away from my personal stories and concentrate on you. What was the Soapy Hand game?
Well, we’d be in the bath..
You,and your mother, naked… together… in the bath…?
Yep, and then she’d lather up her hand to her wrist.. and then everything goes black.
You’d… lose consciousness?
No we’d eat fried chicken and listen to R&B.
I’ve told you before to take this seriously.
I am, we’d eat fried chicken, listen to R&B and then dunk basketballs and have big dicks that drive white girls crazy.
Get the fuck out of my orifice …. ER,ER,Er I meant office.
I say big black dicks and you say orifice?? That tells it’s own story.
GET THE FUCK OUT!!
My mother was a pair of melons.
This is from 2006 people! The Plinkett reviews started in in 2009.
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