It’s an inanimate object. How about we save our rage for the real-life victims of sexual assault?!?
It’s an inanimate object. How about we save our rage for the real-life victims of sexual assault?!?
No it does not count as borderline pedophilia. He is humping a statue, not a real child. It’s offensive to victims of pedophilia to equate the humping of an inanimate object with actual sexual acts against children.
You probably have more wrinkles than you realize, tho
I hate to say it, I feel like a traitor but...good for Lonergan.
Do we really need another book like that, tho?
Uh, he’s not accused of RAPING anyone. Don’t conflate rape with sexual assault.
Homegoing was amazing. I am so used to reading character arcs that span an entire book so I was immediately thrown off by the format, which only allows one chapter per person. But that format made it even better - I didn’t need the author to fill in the gaps because my knowledge of history does that for me.
Well, they were sitting around in the uncle’s shitty apartment which was littered with beer cans. . The uncle stumbles up from his chair and shouts “I bought you all this beer, pay up!” . and kind of shoves his crotch in the direction of the kids face and moves to unzip his pants and *I think* the kid got down on…
Oh, man. The crazy baptists in my hometown used to do this. I actually went to one in high school thinking it was a legit haunted house. Their evil scenery was much tamer because it was pre-9/11, pre “mass shootings every day” America. They showed some pretty ridiculous shit, like a goth girl listening to Marilyn…
Thankfully, I have never shit my pants in public. I did shit my pants in front of my Dad’s transcriptionist when I was 20, but we were in her car and I’m not sure she knew that’s what was happening to me. All my stories are vomit-related.
This story will sound lame compared to all the others but it scared the bejesus out of me when it happened. My Grandma died when I was 22 and I made the trip to Leland, MI with my parents to attend the funeral. We stayed at an old lodge less than a block away from my Grandma’s house, where she had died in her sleep…