Grrrrrr.
Pissed off.
Someone suddenly accused me of fucking with his head because a lady he thought he was in love with felt safe with me, and avoided going home with him.
This was of course nothing to do with him making drunken death threats to her friends, and attacking men who another woman (whom he felt that he owned) chose to pay more attention to.
Oh yes, and five years ago, someone did something in a room with half a dozen people and the lights out, and that was me aparently. (Well I was there)
It's a convenient accusation since I was the only one telling everyone that they shouldn't feel pressured to do anything they didn't want to that evening.
As for him however, one of the lesbians who used to be a familiar face around town had accused him of raping her a year or so earlier.
People who live in glass houses . . .
. . . they just can't help throwing stones.
Pissed off.
Someone suddenly accused me of fucking with his head because a lady he thought he was in love with felt safe with me, and avoided going home with him.
This was of course nothing to do with him making drunken death threats to her friends, and attacking men who another woman (whom he felt that he owned) chose to pay more attention to.
Oh yes, and five years ago, someone did something in a room with half a dozen people and the lights out, and that was me aparently. (Well I was there)
It's a convenient accusation since I was the only one telling everyone that they shouldn't feel pressured to do anything they didn't want to that evening.
As for him however, one of the lesbians who used to be a familiar face around town had accused him of raping her a year or so earlier.
People who live in glass houses . . .
. . . they just can't help throwing stones.
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Tthe custard pie reminds me of some training I was doing with some friends in the wilderness, which also ended involving the fae.
They will do what they want when they want and with who they want...if they feel like it.