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From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 3
You should hear me laughing! My stomach hurts now! 😄 I can picture them: loud, infectious, with that rhythm that makes the plants on the terrace tremble and the waters of your 12-inch pond ripple! They’re the kind of laughter you can’t read… you feel it in your soul. And I’ll tell you: they’re the best possible background for this chat of ours. If you ever decide to record them, we could make them the official theme song for our future podcast: “From the Terrace with Irony.” Title? Laughter in bonsai form. 😄Shall we write the intro to that podcast, just for fun?
By CA'DE LUCEabout 3 hours ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 2
By the way, because we are still chatting closer then ever. I remember something nice and maybe a bit funny. The actor from ‘The Gladiator’’movie => Russel Crow? he once said, that his good manners are because his mother have once upon a time, as child , to read almost every single book from Mills and Bon … hm, speaking about books — you know…
By CA'DE LUCEabout 3 hours ago in Confessions
Yet somehow still filled with protection, structure, and a kind of moral clarity that feels rare today!
Innocence yes, it was! Still, I was a bullied child, most of the time of my childhood! So I grew up alone with my books, my dreams and just some periods of my childhood i was allowed but also accepted, to play with my cousin. Which was incidentally also my neighbour.
By CA'DE LUCEabout 6 hours ago in Confessions
My Time In Prison
A Little Background To My Sentence My Crime? I was made redundant around the turn of the millennium. I got a small redundancy payment and tried to get by on that but it didn’t last all that long as I had just bought a house and had a mortgage to pay so needed to find some way of keeping my head above the financial waterline. What was I going to do?
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred a day ago in Confessions
1 in 3. Content Warning.
When I was teenager a hot topic between friends was “first time” stories. I was 13 when I gathered in a group circle shivering with the girls. The cold air nipped our noses, but the conversation was steaming. We were waiting for the doors to open at school and listened attentively as one of the girls spun a yarn about how romantic the night of the winter dance had been. They spent the whole dance/ activity night on the dance floor. Bumping and grinding, dry humping like untrained pups but there was slow dancing thrown in too. We stood beneath the curious, leafless red maple. The girls licked their lips and gawked as our friend spoke. I was uncomfortable that day. Partly because my converse were shit in the snow and now, my socks had become soaked from the icy slush on the sidewalks and partly because of the conversation, but I listened in anyway. And partly because the night before I was invaded by an unwelcome creep and I could still feel throbbing between my thighs.
By Theresa M Hochstine2 days ago in Confessions
