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Going back to my childhood, I wish I could recall the good times. I remember on my 8th birthday, my father had been dead for well under a year. My mom had thrown me a party. Youd think a childs birthday party would be a joyful event, but this wasnt a party with goodie bags for the children and a cake decorated with a cartoon character and topped with candles. This was a birthday for a discovery. The men and women seperated, the women outside drinking and laughing obnoxiously and the men inside drinking, smoking, fighting and in this case watching pornographic content. I was different compared to my cousins. They were upstairs smoking, drinking, discussing sexual acts with women, speaking ill of everything. I was downstairs alone with my thoughts, asking myself questions, observing behaviors, wanting to know all the answers. I really wish I could have just joined those simple minds in my room upstairs. My uncle came to me, took me to the living room without speaking, he sat me in front of the television and showed me different VHS tapes with covers of women in odd position and asked me to chose one for us all to watch. Remember my interest in my father's blood? Well I chose the tape that had a womans throat being cut and her blood reminded me of my fathers. My uncle put the tape in the player. It was too much to understand, I didnt know what I was watching but it was obviously very influential. Even if it wasnt violent, it still would have made me and any other child my age ask questions they shouldnt be asking. I simply wasnt ready to view pornographic content.
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The Thoughts of a Serial Killer
HorrorNo description needed, pretty straight forward. Some thought I think at least a few serial killers had at some point. (I'm assuming there are people who won't like the topic of death or anything somewhat sexual. If you are one of these people... DO...
