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I truly feel that LGBT are mentally ill, and must be treated as such
Get off the mental health couch and out of your man cave dungeon.

There's not a psychiatrist or a psychologist, or a mental health or social worker alive who shouldn't be beaten to death with heavy chains for all that love-shy dating crapola or schizophrenia or bipolar or whatever they diagnose people with to ruin our lives, destroy our careers, trash our cars, and wreck our homes.

You're an asshole and deserve all the rotten treatment you get when you promote and compel that mental health dating crap.

You've got to be a straight dude and offer money for sex to pick up the ladies in that district of damnation, if you aren't a gay man.
 

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I used to have a Mauser. Ammo for that thing were like hookers in Vegas. Cheap dirty and plentiful.
 
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I truly feel that LGBT are mentally ill, and must be treated as such
Get off the mental health couch and out of your man cave dungeon.

There's not a psychiatrist or a psychologist, or a mental health or social worker alive who shouldn't be beaten to death with heavy chains for all that love-shy dating crapola or schizophrenia or bipolar or whatever they diagnose people with to ruin our lives, destroy our careers, trash our cars, and wreck our homes.

You're an asshole and deserve all the rotten treatment you get when you promote and compel that mental health dating crap.

You've got to be a straight dude and offer money for sex to pick up the ladies in that district of damnation, if you aren't a gay man.




Who the hell pissed in your cheerios this morning? I'm not pushing anything on anyone.


Off topic: Do you live in the area? Yes, Portsmouth Ohio would qualify as the "District of Damnation" quite well.


No, what I am saying is, don't call me gay just because I'm not the local jock porking every honey in the area. I'm not. Anything wrong with that?
 

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I truly feel that LGBT are mentally ill, and must be treated as such
Get off the mental health couch and out of your man cave dungeon.

There's not a psychiatrist or a psychologist, or a mental health or social worker alive who shouldn't be beaten to death with heavy chains for all that love-shy dating crapola or schizophrenia or bipolar or whatever they diagnose people with to ruin our lives, destroy our careers, trash our cars, and wreck our homes.

You're an asshole and deserve all the rotten treatment you get when you promote and compel that mental health dating crap.

You've got to be a straight dude and offer money for sex to pick up the ladies in that district of damnation, if you aren't a gay man.




Who the hell pissed in your cheerios this morning? I'm not pushing anything on anyone.


Off topic: Do you live in the area? Yes, Portsmouth Ohio would qualify as the "District of Damnation" quite well.


No, what I am saying is, don't call me gay just because I'm not the local jock porking every honey in the area. I'm not. Anything wrong with that?

Homo says what?
 

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Wow. You sound like a roomie I had once. He was scared to talk to girls. I took it upon myself to help him understand whats going on.....in his head, in society, and with the opposite sex.

He asked lots of questions, I apparently gave him good answers. But after months, he still wasn't up to parr with actually TALKING to a girl. His mother and brother knew this as well.
We went to Hooters for dinner one night and he made the mistake of telling us he thought our waitress was cute. And she was, she was adorable.

Now get this.........his MOTHER is the one who made him melt in his chair and underneath the table!!!

When the waitress came around to give us the check......and thats when his mother attacked!
"My son here thinks you are just too cute, can he get your phone number"? And my friend just literally melted down the chair and under the table!! LOL Now this is a WHITE white boy, with dark black hair. I don't think he ever had a tan in his life! And he turned almost transparent!!

Long story short, after months of erasing a lot of the bullcrap, stereotypes, and idiotic "standards" he had been brainwashed with all his life, he began to understand reality. He finally made it to the point of getting his own place and even asked out the cute neighbor girl next to him after HE initiated conversation a few times in passing!!!

The hard part is find the correct way to deprogram someone and replace it with something that makes more sense to them. Something reality based and something that they feel is something they can accomplish. After they get through that phase, they can pretty much help themselves from then on.........or so I've found.
 

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I spent the first 5 years of my life in a logging camp 50 miles from any town of 100 people or more. For my sister, it was even longer because she is older.

We have has several discussions about the effect of such isolation has had on out personalities. On the one hand, it contributed to our introversion, but on the other hand, it contributed to our independence. Neither of us are sheeple.
 
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I spent the first 5 years of my life in a logging camp 50 miles from any town of 100 people or more. For my sister, it was even longer because she is older.

We have has several discussions about the effect of such isolation has had on out personalities. On the one hand, it contributed to our introversion, but on the other hand, it contributed to our independence. Neither of us are sheeple.


Exactly!
 

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Kentucky rifle deer season 2020 is a time I will never forget... No matter how hard I try.

For those of you who don't know me, I am an introvert who is not comfortable around people unless I know them well, am terrified of girls, and usually not daring at all.

I have a good friend that I help during the summer setting up tree stands, checking cameras, and doing odd jobs. He lets me hunt archery on the weekends, and myself, he, and another friend split up and sit until dark. He had been bugging me all summer, trying to convince me to try rifle hunting, which for all my life, I've avoided. I pride myself in being an Archery hunter, and though I'm a huge 2A supporter, I'm terrified of loud noises. My parents agreed with him, so I threw in the towel, and told him I'd come first week of the season. He told me that he had a few of his friends coming over to hunt too.

Great. People. Ugh.


I practiced with my M1898 Chilean Mauser until I could shoot the center out of a quarter at 100 yards, and packed my bag for the weeklong stay at his lodge.

No one but Matt, another friend of mine, was there, so we drove into town to get a Mountain Dew, which begins my Hell Week Introvert Edition.

Matt knew I was smitten by this girl who worked at a store about 30 miles away, but knew I was terrified of girls, so I never spoke to her. According to him I turned pale when I figured out that we were not stopping at the local gas station like I thought we were. No matter how much I threatened him with bodily harm, he just grinned wider, and kept driving. Sure enough, she was there and I started my ritual of getting red in the face and acting like a bumbling idiot. I grabbed the first soda I saw (Faygo grape is terrible by the way), and went to the counter.

"Is that everything?) She asked, flipping her hair to the side.

Now mind you, I had just celebrated my 18th birthday a few days prior, so the days of me growing into my voice were over. However when I said yes, my voiced cracked and I'm sure most of the glass in the store did too. I could hear Matt busting a gut, and from there I cleared my throat, repeated myself and got redder and redder in the face. I got out of dodge as fast as I could, got into the truck and tried to sink into the seat. Matt told John, the friend who invited me, and he laughed and told me that this week was dedicated to getting me out of my comfort zone.

Well s***.


By nightfall, myself, John, Matt, four guys from Florida, two from Pennsylvania and one guy from Georgia we're all at the lodge laughing it up like crazy. I love humor as much as the next person, but so many people just made me feel as if I needed to step outside for air. John was conveniently blocking my escape at the front door. Soon I went to bed praying for a deer in the morning and to give me the strength to survive. What a wuss I was!

The next morning, nothing in the way of deer came out, and no one else in our group saw anything notable, and we all came in for lunch. I grabbed a chicken leg and ducked out the back. I got into the stand feeling like garbage because I knew in my heart that I was being a coward. But oh boy, it was going to get worse.


Two more guests were coming that I didn't know about, the most fun loving, carefree, bold couple you ever saw. Also unbeknownst to me, John had told them stories about me, and my fears and of course they decided to break me.

Yay.

When I came in from hunting at dark, I was greeted by an ex army captain and his smoking hot redhead wife. Good Lord help me. I barely got back into my street clothes before Matt invited me to come with him to town to get some food. Sure. I can handle that. However the front passenger seat was occupied by a guest, as was the back seat by Mike (the guy from PA) and Katelyn (the captains wife) at least I got a window seat, but they strategically placed me beside her. (Both the husband and the wife were in on it and were cool with it. We ended up being friends by the end of the week but the first impression wasn't great)

One thing to remember about rural kentucky roads is they they are VERY windy and curvy. Every single time we went around a curve, she'd place her hand on my thigh to "steady" herself, or she'd lean into me and leave her long hair on my shoulder. When the truck stopped at the store, I opened the door and fell out of the truck and started tumbling down the street trying to breathe. I was white as a sheet, and just wanted to go home. We got our food, and got back in the truck. On the way home, we went around a sharp curve and she braced herself again - this time missing my thigh and planting her hand squarely into my privates. I don't think she meant to do that because she did apologize about it, but she nearly gave me heart failure! I don't appreciate sexual harassment you know! This ended day one.


Day two I went hunting all day, and came back exhausted but excited. I remembered my ice breakers.

For those of you who don't know me, I collect and restore all kinds of WWII relics and things, and I brought with me an authentic German helmet, and some things. Without a word, I put on a camouflage uniform, painted my face camo, pit on gloves, the helmet, a bagel and boots and shouldered my Mauser and walked into the living room where everyone was at. Contrary to what I thought was going to happen, everyone was amazed by the authentic Hogan's Heroes Look I gave off. John wasn't back yet, so everyone was begging me to go out like that and "greet him" at the gate. I speak a bit of german as well, so I gave my impression and everyone was in stitches. That was the first time that week I felt somewhat at ease with myself, but Katelyn still terrified me.

Long story short, I almost got shit at that bridge, lol! It turns out that when someone dressed as I am cones out at you in the dark, some people take that as a threat. It all turned out okay and to this day we still laugh about it. Slowly I was coming out of my shell.

Fast forward to day five of the week, and I'm slowly becoming friends with the very people I avoided like the plague earlier in the week. At this time - I won't say who - gave me a single shot of whiskey to sample because everyone else but me drank a bit after hunting all day. I swallowed it in one gulp and immediately regretted it. I felt like I swallowed liquid fire, and I started coughing so much that I ran outside and puked into a ditch. No one felt guilty about leaving me out of the evening activities anymore.




Towards the end of the week, we all went to a local steak house for dinner. During our meal, Matt noticed me admiring a cute waitress my age working at a table next to us. What he did next almost got him killed.

"So Ethan, how was your birthday today?" You know what happens at restaurant s when the B word is mentioned. The dreaded happy birthday song. I jumped out of the chair as fast as I could, and every bit as serious as I could be said " don't you f****** do it." " You're 18 now aren't you?" He said louder now. By this time I had my hat on and was about to bolt, when the waitress I liked came over and said "don't worry, I got ya. Happy birthday anyway man" and she gave me a quick hug before moving on to another table. Matt was grinning now and everyone was laughing as I stood there looking like a wide eyed mannequin.


So the week came to an end and though we never saw much deer, we still had time to find to make me uncomfortable. And that's when I realized that they were helping me.

That's what this was about. They were trying to help!

Since then we all became good friends, I vowed never to drink, I became more confident in myself, and now I can talk to the girl at the counter now without having paramedics on standby.


I know this isn't really a Ha Ha joke post, but I hope y'all find it humorous, and learn to appreciate friends who put you through hell to help you become a better person.



I did get my deer by the way. Pics later, it's late. :)
One time at band camp...
 

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I am an introvert who is not comfortable around people unless I know them well
Between COVID-19 and the George Floyd protests, Antifa and BLM, that may be entirely justified in many respects.
am terrified of girls, and usually not daring at all.
You may not exactly be a black man, but girls are calling the cops with made-up stories, and getting guys in trouble for things they didn't do. Criminal misuse of the 911 system is rampant. There are female-dominated crime networks downtown, and that includes females who act as "caregivers" or social service providers whatnot for guys who have been "served" with a diagnosis of Asperger's, Autism Spectrum, whatever. Probably nicer gals out there to meet than the ones who are taking advantage of you per se "introversion" or other personality profile diagnoses, but there's a bad crowd of females in that territory.
Wow, the guy already has irrational fear and you wanna feed it. What the hell?
 

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Kentucky rifle deer season 2020 is a time I will never forget... No matter how hard I try.

For those of you who don't know me, I am an introvert who is not comfortable around people unless I know them well, am terrified of girls, and usually not daring at all.

I have a good friend that I help during the summer setting up tree stands, checking cameras, and doing odd jobs. He lets me hunt archery on the weekends, and myself, he, and another friend split up and sit until dark. He had been bugging me all summer, trying to convince me to try rifle hunting, which for all my life, I've avoided. I pride myself in being an Archery hunter, and though I'm a huge 2A supporter, I'm terrified of loud noises. My parents agreed with him, so I threw in the towel, and told him I'd come first week of the season. He told me that he had a few of his friends coming over to hunt too.

Great. People. Ugh.


I practiced with my M1898 Chilean Mauser until I could shoot the center out of a quarter at 100 yards, and packed my bag for the weeklong stay at his lodge.

No one but Matt, another friend of mine, was there, so we drove into town to get a Mountain Dew, which begins my Hell Week Introvert Edition.

Matt knew I was smitten by this girl who worked at a store about 30 miles away, but knew I was terrified of girls, so I never spoke to her. According to him I turned pale when I figured out that we were not stopping at the local gas station like I thought we were. No matter how much I threatened him with bodily harm, he just grinned wider, and kept driving. Sure enough, she was there and I started my ritual of getting red in the face and acting like a bumbling idiot. I grabbed the first soda I saw (Faygo grape is terrible by the way), and went to the counter.

"Is that everything?) She asked, flipping her hair to the side.

Now mind you, I had just celebrated my 18th birthday a few days prior, so the days of me growing into my voice were over. However when I said yes, my voiced cracked and I'm sure most of the glass in the store did too. I could hear Matt busting a gut, and from there I cleared my throat, repeated myself and got redder and redder in the face. I got out of dodge as fast as I could, got into the truck and tried to sink into the seat. Matt told John, the friend who invited me, and he laughed and told me that this week was dedicated to getting me out of my comfort zone.

Well s***.


By nightfall, myself, John, Matt, four guys from Florida, two from Pennsylvania and one guy from Georgia we're all at the lodge laughing it up like crazy. I love humor as much as the next person, but so many people just made me feel as if I needed to step outside for air. John was conveniently blocking my escape at the front door. Soon I went to bed praying for a deer in the morning and to give me the strength to survive. What a wuss I was!

The next morning, nothing in the way of deer came out, and no one else in our group saw anything notable, and we all came in for lunch. I grabbed a chicken leg and ducked out the back. I got into the stand feeling like garbage because I knew in my heart that I was being a coward. But oh boy, it was going to get worse.


Two more guests were coming that I didn't know about, the most fun loving, carefree, bold couple you ever saw. Also unbeknownst to me, John had told them stories about me, and my fears and of course they decided to break me.

Yay.

When I came in from hunting at dark, I was greeted by an ex army captain and his smoking hot redhead wife. Good Lord help me. I barely got back into my street clothes before Matt invited me to come with him to town to get some food. Sure. I can handle that. However the front passenger seat was occupied by a guest, as was the back seat by Mike (the guy from PA) and Katelyn (the captains wife) at least I got a window seat, but they strategically placed me beside her. (Both the husband and the wife were in on it and were cool with it. We ended up being friends by the end of the week but the first impression wasn't great)

One thing to remember about rural kentucky roads is they they are VERY windy and curvy. Every single time we went around a curve, she'd place her hand on my thigh to "steady" herself, or she'd lean into me and leave her long hair on my shoulder. When the truck stopped at the store, I opened the door and fell out of the truck and started tumbling down the street trying to breathe. I was white as a sheet, and just wanted to go home. We got our food, and got back in the truck. On the way home, we went around a sharp curve and she braced herself again - this time missing my thigh and planting her hand squarely into my privates. I don't think she meant to do that because she did apologize about it, but she nearly gave me heart failure! I don't appreciate sexual harassment you know! This ended day one.


Day two I went hunting all day, and came back exhausted but excited. I remembered my ice breakers.

For those of you who don't know me, I collect and restore all kinds of WWII relics and things, and I brought with me an authentic German helmet, and some things. Without a word, I put on a camouflage uniform, painted my face camo, pit on gloves, the helmet, a bagel and boots and shouldered my Mauser and walked into the living room where everyone was at. Contrary to what I thought was going to happen, everyone was amazed by the authentic Hogan's Heroes Look I gave off. John wasn't back yet, so everyone was begging me to go out like that and "greet him" at the gate. I speak a bit of german as well, so I gave my impression and everyone was in stitches. That was the first time that week I felt somewhat at ease with myself, but Katelyn still terrified me.

Long story short, I almost got shit at that bridge, lol! It turns out that when someone dressed as I am cones out at you in the dark, some people take that as a threat. It all turned out okay and to this day we still laugh about it. Slowly I was coming out of my shell.

Fast forward to day five of the week, and I'm slowly becoming friends with the very people I avoided like the plague earlier in the week. At this time - I won't say who - gave me a single shot of whiskey to sample because everyone else but me drank a bit after hunting all day. I swallowed it in one gulp and immediately regretted it. I felt like I swallowed liquid fire, and I started coughing so much that I ran outside and puked into a ditch. No one felt guilty about leaving me out of the evening activities anymore.




Towards the end of the week, we all went to a local steak house for dinner. During our meal, Matt noticed me admiring a cute waitress my age working at a table next to us. What he did next almost got him killed.

"So Ethan, how was your birthday today?" You know what happens at restaurant s when the B word is mentioned. The dreaded happy birthday song. I jumped out of the chair as fast as I could, and every bit as serious as I could be said " don't you f****** do it." " You're 18 now aren't you?" He said louder now. By this time I had my hat on and was about to bolt, when the waitress I liked came over and said "don't worry, I got ya. Happy birthday anyway man" and she gave me a quick hug before moving on to another table. Matt was grinning now and everyone was laughing as I stood there looking like a wide eyed mannequin.


So the week came to an end and though we never saw much deer, we still had time to find to make me uncomfortable. And that's when I realized that they were helping me.

That's what this was about. They were trying to help!

Since then we all became good friends, I vowed never to drink, I became more confident in myself, and now I can talk to the girl at the counter now without having paramedics on standby.


I know this isn't really a Ha Ha joke post, but I hope y'all find it humorous, and learn to appreciate friends who put you through hell to help you become a better person.



I did get my deer by the way. Pics later, it's late. :)
Well I am going to put this very simple. Get over the irrational fear of women or of anything for that matter. Life is short enjoy it. If you can track through a woods and take down a deer with a bow you are more than capable of surviving an interlude with a female. Fuck what people think and just live. Ya hit on a girl and she says no who gives a shit. There are a few billion more where that one came from.
 

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