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For work, usually I have to end up my day at around 1-2 or sometime even 3am in the morning of the next day.

Now for example, 2:38am here in my city, tired, but usually before falling as sleep, I normally have quick checking on news, sometime on personal email account. CS here is one of those.

I got several messages from a man who in 'separate' status saying that he is very interested to know more about me! He said if I give him chance he would make me fall in love again (as from my profile wrote)...

I'm NOT interested in him but I think I like this kind of approach because it's clear and not confusion, and for me it means he focus on one person only in one time (I guess). BUT, I don't like the 'separate' thing so I blocked him!

I wonder why people in separate status do not get divorced before looking for someone else?

REAL..... stories...from the internet... ... ...
BY THOMAS GUERRA

The story of my life in prison started in November of 2010. I came to prison for the first time in my entire life.

shadowy figureWhen I first got to prison I was scared to death that I would never make it out prison alive. The first two weeks that I was in prison went pretty good. Then at the beginning of my third week I had two SUR13’s [members of the Surenos gang] force me to have sex with them. I only have one leg so I knew that I wouldn’t be able to get away. I said no to the two SUR13’s and they hit me with a paddle lock in a sock on my right temple which knocked me out and when I came to, I was laying naked in the porter’s closet with white stuff all over my face and butt.

I was going to report the gang rape on me, but when I was going to the officer in charge’s office, one of the SUR13’s that raped me told me that if I told anyone about the forced sex on me that they would kill me.

Then later on that evening I was on my way to my Christian Church call-out and the same two SUR13’s grabbed me and started to push my wheelchair toward the porter’s closet again. I went to scream and the SUR13 that was pushing my wheelchair put a knife to my throat and told me not to scream or they would kill me right there. I knew that I was going to have to do what they told me or I would be stabbed to death. So I did what they told me to do. When we got in the porter’s closet they told me to get naked again so that is what I did because I did not want to die.

After I got naked again, they told me to get on my hands and knees so I did what they told me to again. After I did that the older SUR13 got behind me and rammed his d*ck in my butt, and when I went to scream the younger SUR13 put his d*ck in my mouth. They forced me to have sex with them again for two weeks straight. I still have flashbacks of them forcing me to have sex with them.

I finally got so fed up with them raping me by forced sex that I threw a punch with my fist into the first officer that I saw, breaking his nose, so I was placed into segregation for a pending disciplinary hearing. As I was waiting on my disciplinary hearing to be done, I caught 16 more batteries on the officers. I was finally placed on OSR which stands for “Other Security Risk.”

Two weeks after I was placed on OSR, I was transferred from Lansing Correctional Facility to El Dorado Correctional Facility and was placed into the Supermax Segration Custody. I ended up doing two and a half years in Supermax lockdown. After those two and a half years in Supermax lockdown, I was then transferred to my new facility which is the Larned Correctional Mental Health Facility which is where I am being imprisoned to this current time. I have done three years at the LCMHF prison.

This is a true story about my life of being inside the walls of prison life. I have done five years here in prison. I will always have the flashbacks of myself being gang raped for two weeks straight. Prison life is no way that anyone should live.

I am going to have nightmares and flashbacks of me being raped in prison by those two SUR13’s for the rest of my life. I hope that this story will be an eye opener to whoever reads it.by a prisoner.

France has declared a national state of emergency and tightened borders after at least 120 people were killed in a night of gun and bomb attacks in Paris.

Sitting here in Micky D's, cheaply using their free wifi, with Mr. Bravo patiently guarding the car outside (he'd welcome anyone in---showing them my wallet in the glove compartment!), and having one of their bottomless value Senior coffees. Same elderly hangout crowd, and we all chat in spurts, while I chase the ladies here on CS, and work on the revamp of memoirs, with my trying to be gracious in not directly answering too many medical questions. Borderline ethical professionally. So it's great to see the few military service veterans who always join us mornings, wearing their dark blue baseball style caps, with details of their particular military service on the front in bright yellow relief bold lettering. Marine corps (or as Obama would say "Corpse") nonagenarian at next table. Korea and Vietnam, methinks. Can't begin to imagine what he experienced, but sure am gratefully in awe of this kindly old soldier. Amazing how many people go over to him, personally thanking him for his service. We all chip in to buy the old coot a big Marine style breakfast. WOW!. Aa.

its hard to trust someone who have been so disrespectful even if they lie to you cheated on you.

I've heard that venues exist for females, but it would seem that most are not daily, and are usually dearly commercial. Hairdressers, Tupperware parties, Mary K shows, etc. Perhaps some volunteer and Church affairs. But why so many daily gatherings for males, In nearly every culture. Cafecito Cubano and dominoes on the Caribbean island slave paradise, and elsewhere. Turk Kafe in Istanbul, and as in other lands of the religion of piece, water pipes with share tube mouth pieces. The first peebles sweat lodge. Laate night smoky 5 card draw. And more. many Peekid progressive sissy man wannabee political community organization meetings excepted. But I recall my younger days, when it was street corner gangs. Dreaam was to be allowed to hang out with the " 8th Streeet" punk toughs, or Flint section crowd. Watch pufter Leonard Bernstein's musical. I recall the adolescent drive to just somehow belong. the braggadocio, always pierced with vulgar tales of s*xual exploits, rarely true, but one never knows. We never came to blows, as we feared the coppers, unlike today, where the flat feet shoes are often on other feet. Somehow the Church and Synagogue were tangentially a part of it all. But folks, one still sees it. Sitting here in McD's saving on wifi, cheap piker as I am, and there are fully several such groups ranging in age from late 50's to what must ne nonogenarians. Mo wifeys in tow. Discussion ranges widely, but retains a few familiar central themes. What is it about us fellers. Is it now hard wired in the genome as from caveman days selection. Can there be similar groups for borh genders? For several genders? Have the corner non violent groups evolved into the likess of MS 13 als cogeners? I miss those days. Don't miss most Priests, Rabbies and Cantors, not to mention boy scout leaders and some ministers..Aa.

What do men call a real woman? How will you identify this lady you're seeking, she can be real as you need her to be, but 1 mistake they whip her with the same belt what he used for the other ladies, 1 bad relationship can make a man judgemental, whereas it should give him the experience to educate himself.

I know my time may be short in this game
Unless I am a valuable player
Most valuable player?
I was never good at sports
I'm glad this isn't a sport

The game is one on one
So far
A fencing match?
A boxing match?
Why can't it be
Cross country riding under sunny skies?

I imagine the rush
Leaping rails and hedges
Powerful energy pushing and pressing
Reaching heights
Higher than I ever imagined

To soar like a hawk
Wings stretched to touch clouds
Breathless
While things below grow smaller
And what makes as soar grows larger
Riding the emotions of someone new, heaven

I know this will pass
As scenery passes with every beat
Of wings, spread
Touching moon and sun
A climax of thunder and rain, flooding earth

lets hope everyone finds a nice partner in the new year, happy new year and the best of luck

Robert

It is important to understand how men act in real life ..... men's minds want the direct results. Men take a little longer to process information and may need to make a few mistakes along the way in order to view the world as it exists.they grow through their experiences.His lack of responsibility is a perfect example in his sixties but still lives in the dream......his dream girl is here ..................... .......................................................................................... .. ....This just proves that men can not mature at all ages.. all he lives off of is the idea of getting laid. trying to find the perfect one night stand and characterizes the usual thinking of a h*rny girl all through his life ............................ ......... Men are overconfident of their abilities and they all are degree holders,with out going to law college (don't you know lawyers all are liers??) they are the best actors with out oscar awards men rarely discuss their feelings...know why? ...because they are cold in the feelings dePartment even though...they talk that women are less intelligent than men...... (deeP down they are very worried....knowing them as intellectuals) .women are the their faorite games other than sports..........................that is why they like hide and seek game