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I’m not sure if this will be published/read....... I too have a father (dad) who has written “a porno”. I honestly did try to read it, but couldn’t get past the fact that the name he used for the main female character (who also indulges in some incest with her ?brother) was that of my sister.

The bones of the tail (the dock) are actually the (coccycal) bones of the spine - there are 18 of them,and will extend from the tailhead about 8-10 inches out from the body over the anus, and of course are usually covered with hair. Docking of the tail is cruel and unnecessary - there are ways to keep the tail from

There are youtube tutorials if you’re handy that way...... I forget the name of the ‘tuber, but it’s a man, who is fantastic!

There are youtube tutorials if you’re handy that way...... I forget the name of the ‘tuber, but it’s a man, who is

Speaking of really shitty parents, there is an Irish family (now in UK) who have vlogged for a few years whilst bringing three children into the world, the eldest is just 5 and the newest about 5 months. They have done some really stupid things over the years and mocked and humiliated their children, in the name of

I was about 8 months pregnant when we saw Fatal Attraction; baby nearly entered the world early when Glenn Close sat up in the bathtub.

I simply have to share my little story: As an angst-ridden, socially inadequate and pretty unattractive 15 year old, I was on a family holiday that included my (largely absent) father, his wife and their one-year-old son (with whom I shared a room in our rented cottage (the baby, not father etc). Also present, my

One thing that is worth noting is that this was her - possibly unintentional - attempt to be heard/seen..... She filmed it for reasons that only she would know - maybe she hoped that there would BE some discussion - both about her and also about her place in the world. I do not believe that every individual who has

I am chiming in here with my experience (and yes, I did have a troubled childhood by any definition - did not see my mother after age 3 (until 16 years old); father gained custody and left me with his parents at the same time/age - visiting me about twice a year, if that). At the age of 27 and just expecting my

Oh dear - I was a version of that mom. My half-sister was getting married and did not ask me ot my then just two year old daughter to be bridesmaids. To make myself feel “better”, I had a dress made to my own design from a muted floral organza (this was 1990) and yep, my daughter had a mini version. Profuse apologies.

I took my then 8-year-old daughter to meet my father for the first time in her life, when he “invited” (I paid for the tickets, although he had arranged them....) us to visit - um -some years ago. (Not too long after JAL had had one of their planes crash into a mountain range, let’s say. So that didn’t prey on my mind