I'm bumping this for a reason. I need to clarify a natural mistaken assumption people get when they read the story of the Phoenix, and I want to share the rest of the story. This story of the Phoenix is the entire reason that I don't do gadgets, and you need the whole story to understand that, I guess. And to understand just how deep the betrayal was that night that I remembered this, and he confirmed that my memory was correct.
As I've said, that was a blessing in its way...remembering helped to heal this...with the gadget exception. I've just never felt a need to overcome that part.
Anyway, most who read this story make the assumption that an adult molested me. No. I lived next to three boys at the time, the youngest my age (7 at the time this happened), the next one two years older, and the oldest, the one who I was engaged to, 3 years older. So, we were 7, 9, and 10.
How does a child attempt to rape another anally? With a stick in this case, while the middle brother was holding me down. The oldest came upon the scene and beat the daylights out of them...and then tried to rape me anally himself 12 years later, knowing full-well why I couldn't even stand being touched there.
So...this is what I've overcome enough to be able to have had pleasure from anal sex...and yet, what makes me have an aversion to BOB's. They're too hard, so they remind me of this. It took this thread of mine, and talking about this to come to that understanding, btw. I've never really thought about why I dislike them so much until I wrote about it on here.
So...that, my friends, is the rest of the story.
