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I don't think she was as messed up as she's making it out to be," he said. Apparently she was saying stuff. There's this thought that somehow it was consensual and some year-old wants her private parts displayed out in a field with people watching and men taking advantage of her," Insp. Darren Lench said. After the pictures appeared on Facebook and other social-networking sites, similarly shocking comments followed. People wrote that the victim is a "Straight up WHORE," a "complete slut," and someone even suggested, "Cmon who's not down for a gang bang. Wait what item? You don't seek out snark but you hang out on Mefi? I thought the only currency of any worth on the blue was the cold hard lucre of freshly minted snark and the resultant bounty of favorites. And yet, here you are. That is exactly it kavasa , thanks. Thing is I'm very open about what I'm enthusiastic about, and I'm fine with other people doing the same, and I have no problem with normal MLP fans. But why can't we mock people who build their identity around being erotically attracted to cartoon ponies? And if I did, I'd be mocked for it. My brother said hearing about Fallout: Equestria got him interested in Fallout, which is Do not taunt happy fun internet. And you tell me to check myself before I wreck myself. Metafilter has quite a bit to offer other than snark, and tearing shit down isn't what this place is about. Well, anymore at least - Mefi was once a very different place, just as I was once a very different person should any of you decide to pull up some of the mean shit I've said here in the past. It's probably time to get a new account. I'm out, now kids. I'm sorry some folks' self-worth is so tied up into adult men obsessing over a cartoon for little girls. I'm very disappointed. The part where he takes his plushie out on dates in public is the part that made me lose my shit right there. It's sad To paraphrase good ol' TJ, it neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg if a dude has sepia-tinged sexytimes with a pony plushie. I'm guessing he picks up the tab a lot. I call BS, that letter is a joke. Although now I know about the Deviant Art My Little Pony stuff and some people's Christmas presents are taken care of for years to come so reading it wasn't a total waste of my time. The only time I come across this sort of thing is as an object of ridicule, but I would genuinely love to see some unironic documentation of such a relationship. Does anything like that exist? Is it even possible to take photographs of someone on a date with a love pillow phrasing? I'm afraid I wouldn't know where to start such a search. I would genuinely love to see some unironic documentation of such a relationship. There is this guy who's made the rounds of reality TV shows MTV true life, my weird obsession talking about his collection of "real doll" girlfriends. I can't remember his name but it's something like "Charmaigne" posted by sweetkid at 9: DirtyOldTown , in the same sense that hard cases make for bad law, edge cases in any given fandom don't necessarily have anything significant to say about that fandom. I liked the Harry Potter books, enough to get my own copies even though I started reading them well into my adulthood, and I don't feel the need to have to defend that because an adult at a bookstore event for the publication of one of the books got so enraged at losing a costume contest to a child that they expressed the desire to poke that kid's eye out with their wand. True story. DirtyOldTown - yeah I feel you, they're of course pretty different. But even if you're not according them the same level of respect, I still don't think Charlemagne's position "we're doing it for their own good" holds any water. The reason we make fun of people is generally to feel better about ourselves, and there's always going to be someone lower on the ladder, right? It would probably help if you tried to read and think about what's been said instead of pointing at two numbers and how one's bigger or coming up with something about self worth what? I mean I get why you're angry about it, but come on. Charlemagne - because almost any inflection point between acceptable and unacceptable levels or areas of hobby is arbitrary. Some of his coworkers were literally aghast that he actually plays dungeons and dragons , like, omg. I'm not getting this across very well. What ends up happening with that sort of culture, in my experience, is really poisonous. Cliques, the appointed taste leaders, scandals where a taste leader is discovered to actually do Some Uncool Thing, etc. And - here look I know I'm getting all psychoanalysis on the internet here - but I've seen the sort of "I have been a sad nerd before! And I like these sad nerd things! But I am still cool because I'm not like Francis over there" thing you're doing before and it's just not a great place to be. Sorry, I'm being really patronizing. But I promise it's better to just own the shit you like without feeling the need to publicly point out how you're ok but those other people aren't. Exceptions are shit that spirals into real world harassment or other real world bad behavior, and I'm extremely leery of drawings etc that veer into pedophilia. Well, having been a post-teen in the 60's I was exposed to Tiny Tim. You really have to have witnessed this to appreciate the breadth and depth of the trauma. Mine, I mean. For example, his wedding. On the Johnny Carson Show. To Miss Vicki. I could handle the falsetto and the ukulele, but his obvious and abject sincerity really got to me. Tiny Tim's, I mean. My credulity meter has been permanently fucked. I am so sorry I remembered this. So, okay. I love horses. And Mules. But he--this guy-- loves a cartoon mare. Fair enough. Who am I to judge? Still, he has no right to be jealous. This is the guy I was thinking of. Although my kid sister had the original MLP's back in the mid's, and I was aware of the rebooted cartoon, I had never heard of Bronies. Wow, that's something. Some of his coworkers were literally aghast that he actually plays dungeons and dragons, like, omg. This is full-on, Chick Tract , "No, not Blackleaf! This whole thread is Geek Social Fallacy 1: Ostracizers Are Evil. What gets me is how sexualized and violent MLP fandom can get and I'm not sure why. And for people who say that mocking is destructive You make some valid points. However, just for perspective I'd offer this: The way you felt about the person who wrote that craaaaazy letter? And yeah, it was. That might not be dissimilar to how I felt discovering that "brony" was an actual word and several of you were already familiar with it. On reflection, it probably is disingenuous to suppose it could ever help the guy to call out his disconnect with reality, particularly by taking the piss. But then, if we're going to be frank about what will or won't come of mocking him, it probably bears mention that a guy so committed to a cartoon wife probably doesn't give two shits whether a comment questioning his sanity gets a dozen likes on MetaFilter. I find myself in the odd position of admiring the people calling for kindness and empathy to this man, even as I still feel pretty comfortable pointing and laughing. Oh no, someone whom we kneejerkingly regard as a weird social outcast writes a strongly worded, abnormal letter to someone who we'd also kneejerkingly regard as a weird social outcast and then latter one decides to air the grievances on the internet? Wow, could we get anymore normal by not being these guys? The snark train is sure to be chugging away on this one! So it's like a MLP "waifu". I'm pretty sure most waifu guys are pretty much aware it is on one level fantasy and on another revel totally ridiculous. For something completely befuddling, I just saw this "serious otaku" German review of something called an "onahole". You missed the point. So however high or low up the ladder you think you are, there are always people "above" you. And while I love the geek social fallacies thing, it really doesn't apply here. I have ejected people from groups and events for being shitty, see my "real world" exceptions above. The other things you said are the same are also not. Analogies are not proofs. The time to use an analogy is when someone doesn't understand your point of view because it's too alien to them. Correct response to unacceptable behavior: This is why this isn't a geek social fallacy. Incorrect response: So basically unless you are actually friends with this particular cartoon pony and she's really creeped out by this guy and you have some plausible way of getting him to move on, all you're doing is trying to cement yourself as more awesomer than him. I occasionally read a site known as Fandom Wank every so often. As one could probably ascertain from the name, they specialize in observing and discussing the weirder reactions to various fandoms; the site recently celebrated its tenth anniversary, and people have been reviewing some of the "wanks from the past" - including: The one about the guy who considers himself in a polyamorous relationship with his girlfriend and his horse KMZ referred to it above - it is known to members as "His wife? The one with two women who separately believe themselves to be each in her own mystic marriage to Severus Snape not Alan Rickman, mind you, Severus Snape and end up getting into a fight over who Snape loves more. I have just submitted a post to Fandom Wank about this issue, as it seems to combine all three of these classic tales into one. MLP tulpas are just another unintended side effect of exposing rinpoches to the internet. Several commenters: When strangers on the internet start teasing, it's not a gentle and affectionate corrective because the relationship of support isn't there, and it crosses into meanness a lot sooner and more easily. A Discourse on and Defense of the Waifu Movement. Thanks for indulging the slight derail with those links. The Real Doll is probably the perfect subject for this sort of thing, being so piquantly photogenic and all. I guess what I'm really saying is when he describes a "beautifully hand made custom Twilight Sparkle plushie [ Gadget Hackwrench pr0n That series was cancelled before the first web browser was invented. I'm pretty sure that this is a masterfully executed wind-up. It's unhinged enough to be simultaneously compelling, hilarious, and terrifying while still maintaining a semblance of plausibility. Not an easy needle to thread by any means! Compliments to the author. You truly are the "best of the web". We should be careful with the word violent. I'll admit there are some bronies who have unfortunate sexual fixations on pastel cartoon horses, but I've never heard of anyone ever coming to blows over it. But since we're saying "can get" and not "is" It's because it's an innocent kids cartoon. The people who create those depictions draw strength from juxtaposing disparate elements. It's the jarring clash of subject and theme. It's why they make them, and it's why the media focuses on them. Perhaps not coincidentally, it's also the source of the best brony humor. It's not even that good. Read the Fandom Wank website for a while to calibrate your brain to imaginary relationships and it becomes an obvious hoax. Yes, you should. We can do nothing by hate and shame that cannot be done better by love and empathy. Gadget Hackwrench pr0n I've never heard of Gadget Hackwrench but the name conjured up an image of a female steampunk verison of Gene Hackman and then I started thinking about how cool The French Connection would be with blimps instead of cars. That is to say, we shouldn't mock this person because mockery is always an unkind and destructive act, it is something that makes us feel good at the cost of making others feel bad. We shouldn't mock this person because mockery is cruel, and cruelty is wrong. We should strive to be kind, not cruel, and to treat people as we would wish to be treated were we in their place. This is a fundamental tenet of morality. It is not complicated, though executing it is sometimes difficult for imperfect humans to do. Evaluating choices based on cruelty and kindness is a very effective moral razor, when we can remember to use it. Human privilege checklist. 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Kenny Green was my guide to the sexual politics in the gang world. Most of it is about women—they make all the trouble. And now there are the women who want to be shooters and slang; they want to be part of the neighborhood. These are the women who catch my interest. I am not interested in the nuns—the girls who behave as if they are tattooed with the word victim. I stay as far away from them as possible. I want nothing of their silent suffering, their fortitude, or their devotion. Instead, deep down, I know I am just a tough little bitch with too much rage. I am blunt; I tell her I want to know why she gangbangs and deals drugs. All Sections Forum Blog Marketplace. Login Sign up. Javascript Disabled Detected You currently have javascript disabled. Started by Mustank , Mar 05 Search thread. All Categories. General Car Discussions. Japanese Car Talk. Conti Car Talk. Consignment Expert. Dynamics Mechanic. Ceramic Pro. 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On air, he often revealed the innumerable ways the government was violating Native American rights: He imagined a future in which equality — between different American cultures, and between all people and the earth itself — would become a reality. And for the first time, non—Native American communities were listening. More than , people tuned in to Pacifica stations in California, Texas and New York to hear his weekly broadcast. At just 23 years old, with long brown hair and hanging earrings, Trudell had one thing the FBI could not stop: The organization pointed to the Treaty of Fort Laramie, which provided that all surplus federal land be returned to native tribes. It had been unoccupied since President Kennedy closed the federal prison in By inhabiting the 12 acres of Alcatraz, IOAT hoped to set a precedent for the reclamation of hundreds of thousands of unclaimed acres across the United States. But there was an obstacle: That all changed on the night of November Under the cover of darkness and a dense blanket of fog, 79 activists from more than 20 tribes sailed from Sausalito across the frigid bay and settled on the island. The Indians have landed! A gathering was held that night at 2 a. Governing teams were also established. Onshore allies knew the landing had succeeded when they saw a bright yellow Morse code message blinking through the mist: J ohn Trudell was not on those initial voyages. At the time, he had just returned from deployment in Vietnam, enrolled in San Bernardino Valley College, and moved in with his girlfriend, Fenicia Lou Ordonez. When he learned of the landing on Alcatraz, he suggested they join in. Expecting to join for only a few weeks, they packed sleeping bags, headed six hours north, and hitched a ride across the emerald bay on one of the IOAT-operated vessels, many of which were typically used for fishing and shipping. What was once a treacherous journey with fierce Coast Guard resistance was now readily accessible, but not because the government had become any more benevolent. Fearing a public backlash, federal authorities called off the Coast Guard from intervening in these voyages. Soon after docking on the island, Trudell attended the daily island meeting of IOAT leaders and tribal heads. He pointed out that if they truly wanted to make a case for the Native American right to reclaim unused land, they urgently needed to reshape the narrative. On his drive to the Bay Area, Trudell had seen national papers like The New York Times and San Francisco Chronicle running stories portraying the occupation as a Native American theft — rather than a reclamation of what was stolen from them. He asked himself: December 26, For the next 30 minutes, Trudell led conversations with Native American activists, spiritualists and students — many of whom were living on the island, visiting as volunteers, or ferrying supplies. It was called Radio Free Alcatraz , and Trudell typically began episodes by describing challenges on the island. There were many: Alcatraz had shaky electricity, a dearth of clean water, and it was frequently hit by strong offshore storms. And Saturday, we were stranded on the island because of bad weather. Despite these immediate challenges, Trudell — often clad in a wide-collared button-down underneath an emblazoned leather jacket — spoke both with the equanimity of a captain reporting to headquarters and the kindness of a good friend. In an interview with KPFA host Al Silbowitz in December , Trudell sketched a portrait of life on the island and outlined the purpose of the occupation. This struggle was not unique to this moment. It was experienced daily by native tribes everywhere. We have a chance to unite the American Indian people as they never had the opportunity to do. In a conversation with Al Silbowitz, Trudell explains how the difficult conditions on Alcatraz all too closely resemble life on so many Native American reservations. The heart of the program was his intimate voice — masterful at revealing the aspirational humanity that defined the movement, while outlining the enduring goal of activists to construct a university and Native American cultural center. Trudell was not just a broadcaster: He was one of the unsung American forefathers of what we now call socially impactful publicity, or strategic communications. He already knew that for activists to succeed, it was not enough to campaign. They had to shape national consciousness. Trudell opened with a question: Would you explain — what tribe are you with, and where is it at? Jonny raised concerns about the unjust allocation of federal funds to her reservation and revealed the low wages factory workers were receiving at a firearm production plant there. Then the BIA, or Bureau of Indian Affairs, stepped in and determined many of them incompetent to handle their affairs, so they put this money in trust with white people, who got fantastically wealthy. He relayed stories that showed it, and he had faith that Americans everywhere, having heard these stories, would do the right thing. Oakes, in immense grief, left the island. Marshals might raid the island at any time. But Trudell did not falter. His was a voice of constancy, offering a lighthouse for a movement troubled at sea. Tragedy was not new to Trudell. It was a foundational part of his family history. A few years later, the couple had a daughter, who, after moving to Nebraska, fell in love with a Santee Sioux native, Clifford Trudell. The couple married and had John, born in a hospital close to the reservation in Omaha, on February 15, John grew up on and around the Santee reservation in North Dakota. Life felt wholesome; the reservation offered respite from the civil commotion and disarray that characterized U. She hugged me; she kissed me. And then it was time to go. In the early s, John enrolled in school off the reservation, where he confronted a Western culture indifferent to his spiritual understandings and offering few answers to his enduring questions. But these concepts never resonated with him. How could he trust a religion that was upheld by a culture that was threatening the lives of his tribe and Native American people everywhere? He longed to escape a school that seemed to stifle, not teach. He soon found a way, enlisting in the Navy during the early days of the Vietnam War. He spent his deployment far from the jungle battlefields, bobbing in the waters off of Saigon, watching the stunning kaleidoscopic sunsets and meditating on the fate of his people. I n , the occupation was more than a year old, and the federal government began plotting to end it. The population on the island plummeted as water became increasingly difficult to access. Meanwhile, factions and power struggles began emerging within the occupiers; some wanted to hire an attorney to represent their claims. Others, including Trudell, believed self-representation was the only honest way forward. When government agents raided Alcatraz on June 11, there were only 15 people remaining on the island. It is unknown whether Trudell was among them, but one thing was clear: Though the occupation was officially finished, Trudell was just getting started. His next fight would be with the FBI. They had no idea that the even greater danger lay in a deeper kind of power: They married in and often traveled and gave speeches together. Meanwhile, Trudell galvanized AIM through protests, most notably the campaign to reclaim Wounded Knee village from tribal chairman Richard Wilson, who was notorious for suppressing political opponents and failing to act in the best interests of the reservation. But this time, he used it not to communicate to outsiders, but rather to organize disparate tribes. It worked. Calvary in , which now had symbolic power. The FBI and federal marshals soon moved in. Clashes were deadly. In , he was arrested for assault after entering a reservation trading post to obtain food for senior residents. And on February 11, , as part of a protest against the Bureau of Indian Affairs, he burned the U. Edgar Hoover Building. She awoke to the smell of smoke and a pounding on the door. Fire filled the house. It was too late to run. Tina, who was pregnant with a boy they intended to name Josiah Hawk, perished, as did all three of their young children — Ricardo Starr, Sunshine Karma and Eli Changing Sun. From the time that his mother died in to his first days on Alcatraz, Trudell had turned to language — orations, poetry, rhetoric — as an existential stabilizer, a spiritual compass. But this time was different. He had no words, and he was left only with angry suspicions — suspicions that the FBI had caused the fire, suspicions that they were now on the hunt for him. That is a pretty neat insinuation as well. I think SA should examine what seems to me to be reaction formation, and maybe their role in the creation of 4chan. Seems like a bit of "though dost protest too much" going on over there, especially for a site with so many pedophiles they had to eject them. You just replied twice to the same comment. Maybe take a break? Sure thing, I realized I couldn't add that via edit after I already typed it. I'm done with this anyway. I don't think so. I've heard one person posit that MLP is actually a metaphor for grad school, which makes a certain amount of sense. Let's not be too liberal with diagnosises of mental illness, shall we? Believing yourself to be the incarnation of a fictional elf is no more stupid than believing in an invisible skygod who made you late for the airport so that you wouldn't die in that plane crash, but did not do the same for the people who did die in it, just less socially accepted. I don't really have any feelings about MLP watched it, didn't get into it but this makes me think very highly of Lauren Faust. That's stone-cold awesome. SA's role in the creation of 4chan is nothing more than "A goon made 4chan, and the early population of 4chan was almost entirely people ejected in the Pedogeddon", a huge wave of bans and thread closures in which known pedophiles and topics which attracted pedophiles were banned from SA's anime discussion board, which nowadays prides itself on being a place where anime fans can meet and discuss without having to deal with pedo shit. I would also note that 4chan has a zero-tolerance policy for pedophilia and that their response to reports of pedo shit is to delete the post, ban the offender, and forward the report to the feds. Which means that if a website doesn't at least do that, that website has a worse policy than 4chan of all places. Cortex swaggered over to Jessamyn, a gleam in his eye and a beer in his hand No, no, no. Blue looked over at Green, as always asking her silly head off about anything she saw. Rolling his eyes behind her back at Grey, looking a bit shellshocked after the latest flamewar he had had to deal with, he couldn't suppress a grin. Green's constant questioning could be wearing, but he couldn't help but like her perkiness all the same Careful now, that's not how you think about a coworker his conscience warned him.. Followed either by ten more pages of angst, or fifteen pages of server side sex and jokes about dongles, depending on the writer. I can't really blame the guy in the article; I have a little special place in my heart for Twiley too. I would agree. I believe, though, that the point at which one is actually consulting with a series of wedding chapels for the purpose of engaging in a symbolic marriage to one such character from a kid's show might be something of a point too far I've actually given some thought in the past to my fondness for the "wank" communities; yeah, there is a bit of mockery involved, and that is kind of mean. So why do I read them? And I realized that - I actually am drawn to stories like this out of a weird sort of fondness and appreciation. It's the same impulse that makes me love really bad movies like Foodfight or Plan 9 from Outer Space ; it's fascinating, and in a weird way admirable, to see someone push the limits of the human imagination. David Letterman once said that it takes just as much brain power to cough up a bad idea as it does a good one; and we all marvel when we see an amazingly good idea, but I am equally amazed when I see someone go just as far into the "bad idea" side, sheerly because of the novelty involved. You know? You think humanity can't come up with anything wholly new when it comes to imagination, and suddenly you hear about a guy who wants to marry Scooby-Doo or something and you realize that imagination is boundless. And so alongside my marveling about how completely mind-bogglingly strange their actual idea itself is, I'm also thinking "but hooray that someone dared to come up with it". Well - except in the case of the actual pony fucker dude Fandom Wank heard about, or anyone engaged in anything else that exploits another being's will and autonomy without their consent; that's just horrific. For somebody who's trying not to be insulting you sure insulted lots of people. Otherkin and fictionkin and otaku-kin are closer to people who actually believe they're Jesus than to normal believers, and I feel comfortable saying that they're either seeking attention or are genuinely mentally ill. And I'd love if they and the people marrying cartoon ponies or sexulizing them got the mental health care they need! But while they spread themselves and put themselves on the Internet they will be mocked. It's worth noting that the AV Club is itself home to some pretty extreme fandom behavior, mostly around Community and Alison Brie. Believing yourself to be the incarnation of a fictional elf is no more stupid than believing in an invisible skygod Nah, I don't buy that at all. As a friend of mine once said, "It's bad enough to believe in stupid shit because you were raised to believe in that stupid shit and everyone around you believes in stupid shit. But making up new stupid shit to believe in? That's really stupid. Well, at least they're not dubstepping. Anyways, with all this web chatter about it, I imagine this'll be worked into a CSI plot line before too long. I thought this thread had nothing to teach me about the depths of fandom. I was wrong. Bluesleeve here says he has created Rainbow Dash. The idea is not totally new to me; I heard of "thoughtforms" long ago, but they weren't supposed to be nice. And I did know a teenager in the s who believed in the reality of White Wolf gaming concepts. He was, of course, suffering from untreated mental illness, but I later learned that he was not the only one who believed such things. I'm reminded somehow of a guy I know only as Stanley. Wait, here we go. He was a person on full disability who lived as an "adult baby" and made some money building and selling adult-sized infant furniture such as high chairs. He got himself on National Geographic's "Taboo," and the fame later resulted in a congressman's publicly requesting an investigation from the authorities on whether or not he was in fact disabled enough for SSI, since he could build furniture at all. The media fallout from that is why I heard of him. Of course, he seemed laughably contemptible to me at first; then something directed me to his website, where I read his life story. It is one of the most miserable I have ever read. Link ; website is adult-baby material, not visibly NSFW but a creepy thing to have in your browser history. The pony-waifu guy and the tulpa guy remind me of Stanley, I suppose, because they have this in common: As long as we have bright isolated young persons in deeply unhappy social and economic situations, who find themselves with no other joy in life than a random totem of some fleeting comfort never intended for them at all, we are going to have people like this. Ah, Twilight Sparkle! Ah, humanity! Special Victims Unit. All my pretty little horses. As threeants points out above, guy sounds like he might be an Objectosexual i. Interesting to know more about this in regards how these people define their sexuality. The women in the documentary are all sexually attracted to inanimate objects, with no predetermined character. It seems that men are more likely to fall in love with objects that portray characters a gross generalisation, I know. I'd have imagined it to be the other way round. Lots of questions popping into my head. SA's anime discussion board, which nowadays prides itself on being a place where anime fans can meet and discuss without having to deal with pedo shit. I knew I liked it, I didn't know there was a good reason why the quality of the SA Anime board was so high. It's certainly introduced me to some fantastic manga recently Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Advance of the Titans, Assassination Classroom etc. And what little I have heard about Faust suggests that she is not only talented, but extremely nice as well. Last night I dreamed I was eating a giant marshmallow. When I woke up, the body pillow with an anime character on it that I'm married to was missing. It just occurred to me: I mean, if you're already declaring yourself engaged to a fictional plushie, why not just go whole hog about it by now? Lars and the Real Pony, indeed. Boy, this is way too many words spend on somebody marrying cartoon ponies. But I've been the kid who went way overboard on the Star Wars fandom because she was trying to escape other issues in her life, and I've known plenty of these types of intense "Wankfans". This all comes from a place of empathy, pity, and experience. OK, you know what, if people want to marry cartoon ponies or claim to be Naruto from a past life or call themselves fairy dragons it is absolutely not hurting anyone and they are free to live their lives their own way. HOWEVER --their defenders would have to be drinking heavily from a cup of denial if they didn't acknowledge that many people who start riding the Wank Train to Wacky Fandom Town tend to be social outcasts prior towards buying a ticket. They tend to lack social skills, or have family problems, or have trouble making friends, or just be weird or quirky in their behaviors in a way that makes it very difficult for them to connect with the rest of society. And so it is pretty hard to not wonder how much of their intense investment in this alternative, magical identity is because they're people who feel lost and alone and in this alternate identity they've found a way to feel special, beautiful, and loved. It is hard to wonder how much of it is a true belief that they really are fairy dragons with the soul of Naruto married to Twilight Sparkle, and how much of it is driven by the relief of inner pain that comes from finally finding a community with which they feel they can finally connect. This isn't trying to be patronizing. Like I said, I've interacted with and met enough people who get involved in these intense communities to see a pattern. I've been these people because I was trying to find a way to feel unique and fit in somewhere. While Wankfans are not hurting anyone, the further they subsume "real life" into these alternative communities then the further they're alienate themselves from normal society and the they further hurt their chances to actually improve their social skills enough to form real-life relationships in the real world. Who would want to be 'normal' anyway? I'm not talking about everyone fitting into a little box where they love sports and Cosmo or whatever you think The Man wants you to be. I'm talking about really simple social interactions that many of the Wankfans lack--making friends with a classmate through a group project. Or being comfortable hanging out with people from work during happy hour. Or having a beer with your neighbor. Or being able to ask your boss for a raise. Or having the self-confidence to backpack through Central America because you're OK using your broken Spanish and guidebook to ask a local for help if you get lost. Or find love, real-life love, with a real-life person, and experience the physical love and pain and joy that comes with it. People who limit their social lives to these realms cannot live their lives to the fullest extent. PonyFan is not going to be there holding your hand when you're in chemotherapy. Twilight Sparkle is not going to be sitting by your bedside when you're in hospice. It's crude and often cruel methodology to use snarking off about Wankfans to encourage them to break out of the worlds in their head and come interact with the rest of us. But I also think it would be a mistake to pretend like this kind of intensely insular, alienating behavior on their parts is a good and healthy thing that will bring life fulfillment and happiness for decades and on their deathbeds. He's waiting for the season finale. Can't peak too soon. Ugh, or it just makes them ashamed about things which are completely harmless in the scheme of the entire universe. Unlike nice guy tendencies. But really, who the hell cares if you want to wear a fedora? I spent a lot of my adolescence hiding my interest in sci-fi and fantasy because dorky and also because there was some hazy shame around the fact that I sexualized characters like Spock and Luke Skywalker and Radu from Space Cases. This was shameful--the fact that most sports fans drool over cheerleaders and plenty of music fans want to schtup Pete Wentz escaped me, at the time. I mean, why is it okay for my husband to want to bone Alyson Hannigan but not for me to want to bone Simon from Misfits? Anyway, for years I was ashamed and so I tried real hard to be some variation of normal, "normal," being "socially acceptable. It's so much better here, where I don't give a crap what people think of what I'm into, in any sense of the phrase. Imaginary characters and people you only know via the Internet, via psuedonyms and pictures and comments, cannot provide the same emotional and physical support of real-world relationships. Yeah, except no. I'm sure I'm not the only person here who met her spouse on the internet, not to mention many of her closest friends--friends who have supported me in ways that those with whom I'm engaged with "real-world" relationships never have. Which isn't to say that the geek fallacies are incorrect. I know better than to tolerate people who creep on me, or to force disparate friend groups to get along. But the fact that there's something to the geek fallacies doesn't mean that there aren't real, tangible benefits to virtual fan spaces. It doesn't mean that my closest online friends aren't really my friends. Because they are. Anyway, it's interesting, the role fictional characters take in one's private, internal life. Within the realm of fantasy, these imaginary partners can fulfill us in ways that people, in all their thorny glory, never will. People fixate on the sexual, but I think it's the emotional aspects that are more interesting to me. Simon Amstell talks about this a bit in his stand-up: I did fall in love about five years ago. Fell in love. Five years ago. But with somebody I invented, which isn't ideal. He was based on somebody who existed, but because I had such low self-esteem, I took every negative attribute I felt about myself, converted those into positive attributes, and projected those onto him. Thus he would heal me and complete me in my life. Initially, I just liked him because he was really thin. I've realized that my type is me, but better. Which I think is okay. I just need to find someone who wants himself, but much, much worse. I went to see him in this play he was in. And I don't know if he saw it, he didn't nod back, and then I felt awkward about approaching him at all and an hour went past, and I couldn't approach him. And then I saw him leave. I saw him leave the theater, his rucksack on his back, his little beanie hat on his head, and as he got further and further away, it became harder and harder to move. He was gone. Three weeks go by of sadness, pain, regret. A dead Supreme Court Justice, a mysterious pillow, missing autopsies, the year anniversary of Dick Cheney shooting a guy in the face, and he was a mere 79 years young. Lotta good conspiracy theories floating around these days. Is Trump a false flag candidate for Hillary? Is Ted Cruz secretly still Canadian? On this day, February 2, in the year , newly minted New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio dropped a groundhog from his formidable six-foot six-inch stance..

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And of course there was always domestic violence, my dad beating my mom. Everyone feared my dad—he was high up, a leader—he had a lot of power.

I figured the only way I could deal with it was when I said to myself, I am gonna do what I gotta do to earn my respect in the neighborhood. I was only seven years old when I started out there in the street. She is wearing polka-dotted acrylic press-on nails and Small girl gangbang fuck photo curl out like claws. Her nose is pierced, and I can see barely discernable scars on her face. But back in the Small girl gangbang fuck photo, it became like an obsession—I stopped being a kid—I lost my childhood.

They thought that was good. Adolescence brought on her first boyfriend, Flaco, and serial pregnancies—a son at fifteen, a daughter at eighteen. In between there were arrests, time spent in probation camps, and a trip to the California Youth Authority.

But Joanna focused on being a mother. I thought I was so Small girl gangbang fuck photo. I dropped out of school and there I was, a baby mama with two kids in Florencia clothes. I guess he was meant to come into my life. He was very Catholic and we got married in the Church. But even in a religiously sanctioned marriage—a rare occurrence—she continued to gangbang and slang drugs, refusing to settle down—attracting and discarding men. She also had two more children—another boy and another girl.

There was a decade of marriage and infidelity until her husband finally left her. Joanna Small girl gangbang fuck photo up with someone new. Click here Juan was the one boyfriend who was stronger and bigger than she is and abused her repeatedly.

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He made me feel like he was good, I was bad. But then he got crazy. He started beating me. He thought I was cheating on him. But it turned out he was cheating on me. Sorry for Small girl gangbang fuck photo outburst. This is the weirdest Pony Request ever posted by hellojed at See, now that's funny.

DOT "poncy" is kind of like british "faggy", isn't it. I wouldn't know. I'm American. I used it as a synonym for pretentious or showy. I think it's fiction. But maybe by Poe's Law, Small girl gangbang fuck photo is for real, and some ill person copes with his life by sleeping with a stuffy and writing harrassing letters to porny bronies. I doubt it, but it's true that human weirdness is vast. I laughed at the snarky writing by the columnist and the send-up written by the letter-writer.

I guess I'm a fledgling brony: But I'm also an adult, so I'm not integrating the Small girl gangbang fuck photo into my life.

I suppose there's a porny artiste who might have been harmed by the snark and send-up, but I can't say as I care to defend the pollution of kidspace by pervs. We just think its okay to laugh at them and shake our heads in dismay. The 'empathy must extend to everything, all the time, regardless of context' people are the ones imposing their morality.

Sure, its bad when people interfere with their targets or start stalking them, like what happened with Chris-Chan. But this is just taking something and laughing at the person's own words. And Sean O'Neal's usual masterful snark, of course.

It is not one-upsmanship to point out that the urge to point and laugh, while very human, is also at its base a cruel urge. It link not pretension to suggest that it is better to empathize than to ostracise, to seek the more difficult path of recognizing shared humanity with another rather than ostracising them for their differences -- even if those differences seem strange and outrageous and problematic.

It is not showing off to suggest that it would be good to be decent to another human, even as we recognize that they may not be being good to themselves or to others. I am an atheist, or near enough, but in all earnestness I think that in situations such as this where we are presented Small girl gangbang fuck photo a person who seems troubled article source lost, that we could do worse Small girl gangbang fuck photo to turn to Christ as a role model and a guide for our actions.

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Jesus taught universal, unconditional love for all people -- even for those who are difficult to love, even for our enemies. Modern science, Small girl gangbang fuck photo psychology, also teaches that the most effective way to help a person who is troubled and lost is through kindness, empathy, and "unconditional positive regard.

It is precisely when love and empathy are most difficult for us to give that they are most needed.

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My saying that I feel tonight's subject is such a Small girl gangbang fuck photo is not a pose -- in fact, Small girl gangbang fuck photo have rarely spoken more from my heart on this site than I am doing now. I have made comments on this site that I have later regretted.

I do not think that my comments tonight will be among them. This is Small girl gangbang fuck photo statement that I am happy to stand behind: Kindness is Small girl gangbang fuck photo better than cruelty. I just Googled "tulpas" Small girl gangbang fuck photo spent a few moments reading the tulpa subreddit and now all this ponyfucking business just seems so vanilla posted by click at this page bull octorok at Small girl gangbang fuck photo I just Googled "tulpas" and spent a few moments reading the tulpa subreddit and now all this ponyfucking business just seems so vanilla A lot of that tulpa stuff on reddit defies not only logic, but rational thought.

The idea that a tulpa can refer to you by a name you don't like, click your will, is very odd. Like this comment: It is pretty telling when your imaginary friend bullies you. The eroticism of not only ejaculating on an anime figurine, but looking at pictures of other people doing so, sort of breaks my brain.

Ponce is tangentially related to the word Prince. Originally it meant a flashy dresser, then it started to be applied to pimps, as they were flashy dressers, now it primarily means a flamboyant gay man. As an American, I'm pretty sure I've heard they say poncy on Top Gear but I'm pretty sure it has homophobic overtones, like saying "that's so gay". Ah ha ha ha! This guy! I have no problem believing this is real, by the way. Those of you who are sure it is fake must have been hanging out on a different part of the internet from where I grew up.

People can be very strange indeed. You may rest assured hat not only did I intend no homophobic overtones by using "poncy" but now knowing it can be taken in such a way, I'll likely never use the word again, lest I be taken the wrong way. Yes and no and it depends. TBH if you want it to mean something nasty it can mean a lot worse than faggy. On the other hand it can be utterly harmless and just mean a bit pretentious and ostentatious. I just want to point out for those of you who never encountered brony subculture before that I count at least four bronies among Small girl gangbang fuck photo friends, and all of them are into MLP for the very same reason that the little kids I know are into MLP--because the show is sweet, and glittery, and has sweetly empowering messages, and pop culture references that amuse.

I for one find it lovely that men should not be ashamed to enjoy a sparkly kid's show aimed primarily at girls, even if it's not my kind of thing at all. Are you kidding?

Mefi fanfic is awesome. I do not know what this is, except that it is well past the event horizon into Scaryworld. I just learned what a Dutch Wife is.

Yes, you sleep with it. Astonishingly, it's nonsexual. Though I'm pretty certain the latest My Little Pony comic uses a 16 panel grid that's straight out of Dark Knight Returns and I'm really not certain how the here I counter that.

Is mouse porn just following the trends in mainstream porn, or is something else going on here? Direct from China,same deal as the officially issued ones you get here. Ships from USA. Sallypants steals My Little Ponies and hides them under the rug. I think there are two types of anthropomorphic animals. Animals with some human features, such as ponies that can talk, and people with animal features like Thundercats.

There seems to a continuum. Oddly, they sometimes appear together. More info heathcliff?

IMO Gadget Hackwrench is a person with mouse features.

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Milf chat rooms Maybe I should hide from the Internet. This question only makes sense if "furry" means something other than what I understand it to mean.

Unless you're referring Small girl gangbang fuck photo a literal lack of fur. In which case, yeah, she's a flesh-tone mouse for some reason. That's always weirded me out. Goons Yeah, it's because they are immature people who get weirded out that men like something Goons think they shouldn't. Everything else is after the fact justification based on all the weird creepy shit they actively dig up out of the dark side of the fandom to mock.

The hater Goons have seen vastly more of the bad stuff than I have because it's pretty trivially easy to avoid. This type of creepy stuff is, of course, the only kind of Pony Small girl gangbang fuck photo you are allowed to post on SA. You are not allowed to post Small girl gangbang fuck photo thread of the non-darkside stuff. Don't try and bullshit like they have no issue with people who just like the show.

That BS only flies over there because nobody is allowed to argue otherwise.

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If I posted simply that I liked the show on SA I would be probated or banned for it, as has happened to me. I think I'd prefer an attack by the many angled ones over this. SA thinks everyone on the Internet is a pedophile. Im glad they don't seem to focus on MetaFilter, they would be over here trolling night and day. The other day I was thinking about when they used to have DPPH and it seemed like there was an awful lot of Small girl gangbang fuck photo and yaoi stuff there.

Heathcliff is a Funny Animal. I found that whole show weird. Heathcliff is a comic Small girl gangbang fuck photo character, but some of the characters in the show are designed differently from the strip -- Iggy has black hair? Further confusing things, there was a Saturday Morning Heathcliff Small girl gangbang fuck photo co-starring Marmaduke where the characters were on-model and the stories stuck more closely to the newspaper strip. Heathcliff had his own cartoon segments, but he also had frequent crossovers with the strictly B-lister Cadillac Cats.

The Cats god I remember their names: Hector, Wordsworth and Mongo [Blazing Saddles reference] -- also there was a girl whose name I think was Cleo had their leader Riff-Raff [Rocky Horror reference], but he never appeared in Heathcliff cartoons, only in the Cats' own shorts.

Also they had that weird cardespite being nominally alley cats, that turned into different forms, for absolutely no good reason at ALL. It was all a transparent pandering attempt trying to gussy up a lackluster license with a marketing exec's idea of what kids like, while the character designer clearly wanted to make a different show Small girl gangbang fuck photo did the minimum work necessary to adapt to the Heathcliff property.

Don't get me started on Rescue Rangers. Not my favorite of the Disney shows. If we're Small girl gangbang fuck photo to derail in this direction I feel like I should turn on the oneswellfoop signal, he's the resident expert on these things. I'm glad someone else spent time thinking about it. Even if the Internet is full of people marrying cartoon horses, at least you know you aren't the alone when you think up your cartoon animal taxonomies.

It was all a transparent pandering attempt trying to gussy up a lackluster license with a marketing exec's idea of what kids like Oh, I was a kid when it was on, and the Cadilac Cats were unquestionably cooler where I lived.

SA has a long history of ejecting pedophiles and calling out other parts of the internet for harboring them. If you're going to get all persecution complexy about it that says way more about how you see yourself than this web page does about SA. I feel like someone painted MeTa blue. Oh, I see: I mean I have no idea why the pony thing blew up like it did I suspect because it was a genuinely good show.

Creator Lauren Faust is a very talented animator and character creator and she produced something that was funny, charming and kind natured without being sentimental. She completely succeeded in her aim to create something that showed that there was more than one kind of heroic girl in the world. Perhaps succeeded a little too well.

Anyway, she maintains a deviantart account herself, hereand puts up her original characters and sketches. Unfortunately, the show got rid of her and since about mid-way through the second season has been declining in quality.

For example, I see the end of the second season as being quite a big step away from the 'gang of Small girl gangbang fuck photo original series - the only person who can save the day is a male older brother character arbitrarily introduced at the last minute, linked to a new female character by conventional romantic love.

Neither the main characters - the friends - nor Small girl gangbang fuck photo autonomous female ruler - Princess Celestia - can cope with the problem on their own. But in the beginning, I suspect that most of the men who liked it were not fetishists or attempting to destroy a female safe-space - they were just entertained. A lot of bad or stupid things followed after that, though. Because I haven't kept up with that news, can Small girl gangbang fuck photo tell me why Faust is no longer involved?

Was that her decision or Hasbro's or their team? Since the show has done so great, it doesn't seem to make much business sense to shoo off the creator. Aren't the MLP characters meant to be visit web page young as the target audience, at least? So what does that say about people sexulizing the characters? I do like that somebody who gained success at great cost is named 'Faust'.

I have one word: Like you, I'm a Small girl gangbang fuck photo iffy Small girl gangbang fuck photo the whole "sexualising" thing, but the people who whom this is - for whatever reason - exciting justify it. I assume they do the same rationalisation exercises with the ponies to make it less skeevy. Unless they are actually skeevy, in which case they Small girl gangbang fuck photo care.

Thanks to Fan Fiction Small girl gangbang fuck photo I know this stuff. Can someone tell me why Faust is no longer involved? I would be interested to know this as well. It is difficult to know for certain, as Lauren Faust has always been very professional about either sticking to a non-disclosure agreement or not speaking ill of her colleagues. That said, she left at the Small girl gangbang fuck photo of the first season, having planned out the first half of the second season in detail including creating Discord for the Season 2 opener.

I'm sure if you dig around on her deviantart page - see my post above - you will find her account of things. Another interesting detail: Fighting is Magic" a streetfighter style side-view fighting game with characters based on the ponies to cease and desist, Lauren Faust contacted them and offered to create original characters for their game. I think they have sensibly grabbed that offer with both hands. I'm not sure what it says about her attitude towards Hasbro, but it chimes with everything else I have heard or read about her, in suggesting that she is very nice!

I don't know why you think I am getting persecution complexy or what it says about me as we seem to be saying the same thing. That is a pretty neat insinuation as well. I think SA should examine what seems to me to be reaction formation, and maybe their role in the creation of 4chan. Seems like a bit of "though dost protest too much" going on over there, especially for a site with so many pedophiles they had Small girl gangbang fuck photo eject them.

You just replied twice to the same comment. Maybe take a break? Sure thing, I realized I couldn't add that via edit after I already typed it. I'm done with this anyway. I don't think so. I've heard one person posit Small girl gangbang fuck photo MLP is actually a metaphor for grad school, which makes a certain amount of sense. Let's not be too liberal with diagnosises of mental illness, shall we? Believing yourself to be the incarnation of a fictional elf is Small girl gangbang fuck photo more stupid than believing in an invisible skygod who made you late for the airport so that you wouldn't die in that plane crash, but did not do the same for the people who did die in it, just less socially accepted.

I don't really have any feelings about MLP watched it, didn't get into it but this makes me think very highly of Lauren Faust. That's stone-cold awesome. SA's role in the creation of 4chan is nothing more than "A goon made 4chan, and the early population of 4chan was almost entirely people ejected in the Pedogeddon", a huge wave of bans and thread closures in which known pedophiles and topics which attracted pedophiles were banned from SA's anime discussion board, which nowadays prides itself on being New prom movi place where anime fans can meet and Small girl gangbang fuck photo without having to deal with pedo shit.

I would also note that 4chan has a zero-tolerance policy for pedophilia Small girl gangbang fuck photo that their response to reports of article source shit is to delete the post, ban the offender, and forward the report to the feds. Which means that if a website doesn't at least do that, that website has a worse policy than 4chan of all places. Cortex swaggered over to Jessamyn, a gleam in his eye and a beer in his hand No, no, no.

Blue looked over at Green, as always asking her silly head off about anything she saw. Rolling his eyes behind her back at Grey, looking Small girl gangbang fuck photo bit shellshocked after the latest flamewar he had had to deal with, he couldn't suppress a grin. Green's constant questioning could be wearing, but he couldn't help but like her perkiness all the same Careful now, that's not how you think about a coworker his conscience warned him.

Followed either by ten more pages of angst, or fifteen pages of server side sex and jokes about dongles, depending on the writer. I can't really blame the guy in the article; I have a little special place in my heart for Twiley too.

I would agree. I believe, though, that the point at which one is actually consulting with Small girl gangbang fuck photo series of wedding chapels for the purpose of engaging in a symbolic marriage to one such character from a kid's show might be something of a point too far I've actually given some thought in the past to my fondness for the "wank" communities; yeah, there is a bit of mockery involved, and that is kind of mean.

So why do I read them? And I realized that - I actually am drawn to stories like this out of a weird sort of fondness and appreciation. It's the same impulse that makes me love really bad movies like Source or Plan 9 from Outer Space ; it's fascinating, and in a weird way admirable, to see someone push the limits of the human imagination. David Letterman once said that it takes just Small girl gangbang fuck photo much brain power to cough up a bad idea as it does a good one; and we all marvel when we see an amazingly good idea, but I am equally amazed when I see someone go just as far into the article source idea" side, sheerly because of the novelty involved.

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Come spend a little time at the Crouton Petting Zoo! My Little Pony Wife March 22, 7: Guys, shut down MetaFilter. We've accomplished what we set out to do. On the one hand, that's terrible. On the other hand, that's terrible. Holy shit, they were right about the repercussions of gay marriage.

I actually kind of really like Small girl gangbang fuck photo email, which doesn't seem angry to me at read more. He's got some fair points, really. I dunno.

Xxxcom Vedos Watch College girlfriend watches boyfriend fuck Video Sudanese Sex. But since we're saying "can get" and not "is" It's because it's an innocent kids cartoon. The people who create those depictions draw strength from juxtaposing disparate elements. It's the jarring clash of subject and theme. It's why they make them, and it's why the media focuses on them. Perhaps not coincidentally, it's also the source of the best brony humor. It's not even that good. Read the Fandom Wank website for a while to calibrate your brain to imaginary relationships and it becomes an obvious hoax. Yes, you should. We can do nothing by hate and shame that cannot be done better by love and empathy. Gadget Hackwrench pr0n I've never heard of Gadget Hackwrench but the name conjured up an image of a female steampunk verison of Gene Hackman and then I started thinking about how cool The French Connection would be with blimps instead of cars. That is to say, we shouldn't mock this person because mockery is always an unkind and destructive act, it is something that makes us feel good at the cost of making others feel bad. We shouldn't mock this person because mockery is cruel, and cruelty is wrong. We should strive to be kind, not cruel, and to treat people as we would wish to be treated were we in their place. This is a fundamental tenet of morality. It is not complicated, though executing it is sometimes difficult for imperfect humans to do. Evaluating choices based on cruelty and kindness is a very effective moral razor, when we can remember to use it. Human privilege checklist. Being born with a human brain in a human body is apparently a privilege transcats do not have. I a little bit confused what a non human brain would be, since the only thing we know about the experience of cat brains, or dragon brains, or pony brains,have been conceptualized by humans so I doubt we can know the subjective experience of "catness". Is it possible to be born with a cat brain in a human body? DF knows. I'm thinking that might have skewed the search results a bit. That and, I mean, comparing the googlehits between a character and a species. But this is silly. Even putting aside how poncy that statement is, in and of itself, haven't you been at the keyboard all night with us arguing this one? There's a sort of weird empathy-off going here. If we just pronounce all of you equally Christ-like in your regard for delusional would-be cartoon horse fuckers, can y'all maybe ease up a bit? Sorry for the outburst. This is the weirdest Pony Request ever posted by hellojed at See, now that's funny. DOT "poncy" is kind of like british "faggy", isn't it. I wouldn't know. I'm American. I used it as a synonym for pretentious or showy. I think it's fiction. But maybe by Poe's Law, it is for real, and some ill person copes with his life by sleeping with a stuffy and writing harrassing letters to porny bronies. I doubt it, but it's true that human weirdness is vast. I laughed at the snarky writing by the columnist and the send-up written by the letter-writer. I guess I'm a fledgling brony: But I'm also an adult, so I'm not integrating the characters into my life. I suppose there's a porny artiste who might have been harmed by the snark and send-up, but I can't say as I care to defend the pollution of kidspace by pervs. We just think its okay to laugh at them and shake our heads in dismay. The 'empathy must extend to everything, all the time, regardless of context' people are the ones imposing their morality. Sure, its bad when people interfere with their targets or start stalking them, like what happened with Chris-Chan. But this is just taking something and laughing at the person's own words. And Sean O'Neal's usual masterful snark, of course. It is not one-upsmanship to point out that the urge to point and laugh, while very human, is also at its base a cruel urge. It is not pretension to suggest that it is better to empathize than to ostracise, to seek the more difficult path of recognizing shared humanity with another rather than ostracising them for their differences -- even if those differences seem strange and outrageous and problematic. It is not showing off to suggest that it would be good to be decent to another human, even as we recognize that they may not be being good to themselves or to others. I am an atheist, or near enough, but in all earnestness I think that in situations such as this where we are presented with a person who seems troubled and lost, that we could do worse than to turn to Christ as a role model and a guide for our actions. Jesus taught universal, unconditional love for all people -- even for those who are difficult to love, even for our enemies. Modern science, through psychology, also teaches that the most effective way to help a person who is troubled and lost is through kindness, empathy, and "unconditional positive regard. It is precisely when love and empathy are most difficult for us to give that they are most needed. My saying that I feel tonight's subject is such a case is not a pose -- in fact, I have rarely spoken more from my heart on this site than I am doing now. I have made comments on this site that I have later regretted. I do not think that my comments tonight will be among them. This is a statement that I am happy to stand behind: Kindness is always better than cruelty. I just Googled "tulpas" and spent a few moments reading the tulpa subreddit and now all this ponyfucking business just seems so vanilla posted by prize bull octorok at I just Googled "tulpas" and spent a few moments reading the tulpa subreddit and now all this ponyfucking business just seems so vanilla A lot of that tulpa stuff on reddit defies not only logic, but rational thought. The idea that a tulpa can refer to you by a name you don't like, against your will, is very odd. Like this comment: It is pretty telling when your imaginary friend bullies you. The eroticism of not only ejaculating on an anime figurine, but looking at pictures of other people doing so, sort of breaks my brain. Ponce is tangentially related to the word Prince. Originally it meant a flashy dresser, then it started to be applied to pimps, as they were flashy dressers, now it primarily means a flamboyant gay man. As an American, I'm pretty sure I've heard they say poncy on Top Gear but I'm pretty sure it has homophobic overtones, like saying "that's so gay". Ah ha ha ha! This guy! I have no problem believing this is real, by the way. Those of you who are sure it is fake must have been hanging out on a different part of the internet from where I grew up. People can be very strange indeed. You may rest assured hat not only did I intend no homophobic overtones by using "poncy" but now knowing it can be taken in such a way, I'll likely never use the word again, lest I be taken the wrong way. Yes and no and it depends. TBH if you want it to mean something nasty it can mean a lot worse than faggy. On the other hand it can be utterly harmless and just mean a bit pretentious and ostentatious. I just want to point out for those of you who never encountered brony subculture before that I count at least four bronies among my friends, and all of them are into MLP for the very same reason that the little kids I know are into MLP--because the show is sweet, and glittery, and has sweetly empowering messages, and pop culture references that amuse. I for one find it lovely that men should not be ashamed to enjoy a sparkly kid's show aimed primarily at girls, even if it's not my kind of thing at all. Are you kidding? Mefi fanfic is awesome. I do not know what this is, except that it is well past the event horizon into Scaryworld. I just learned what a Dutch Wife is. Yes, you sleep with it. Astonishingly, it's nonsexual. Though I'm pretty certain the latest My Little Pony comic uses a 16 panel grid that's straight out of Dark Knight Returns and I'm really not certain how the fuck I counter that. Is mouse porn just following the trends in mainstream porn, or is something else going on here? Direct from China,same deal as the officially issued ones you get here. Ships from USA. Sallypants steals My Little Ponies and hides them under the rug. I think there are two types of anthropomorphic animals. Animals with some human features, such as ponies that can talk, and people with animal features like Thundercats. There seems to a continuum. Oddly, they sometimes appear together. Remember heathcliff? IMO Gadget Hackwrench is a person with mouse features. Maybe I should hide from the Internet. This question only makes sense if "furry" means something other than what I understand it to mean. Unless you're referring to a literal lack of fur. In which case, yeah, she's a flesh-tone mouse for some reason. That's always weirded me out. Goons Yeah, it's because they are immature people who get weirded out that men like something Goons think they shouldn't. Everything else is after the fact justification based on all the weird creepy shit they actively dig up out of the dark side of the fandom to mock. The hater Goons have seen vastly more of the bad stuff than I have because it's pretty trivially easy to avoid. This type of creepy stuff is, of course, the only kind of Pony stuff you are allowed to post on SA. You are not allowed to post a thread of the non-darkside stuff. Don't try and bullshit like they have no issue with people who just like the show. That BS only flies over there because nobody is allowed to argue otherwise. If I posted simply that I liked the show on SA I would be probated or banned for it, as has happened to me. I think I'd prefer an attack by the many angled ones over this. SA thinks everyone on the Internet is a pedophile. Im glad they don't seem to focus on MetaFilter, they would be over here trolling night and day. The other day I was thinking about when they used to have DPPH and it seemed like there was an awful lot of futanari and yaoi stuff there. Heathcliff is a Funny Animal. I found that whole show weird. Heathcliff is a comic strip character, but some of the characters in the show are designed differently from the strip -- Iggy has black hair? Further confusing things, there was a Saturday Morning Heathcliff show co-starring Marmaduke where the characters were on-model and the stories stuck more closely to the newspaper strip. Heathcliff had his own cartoon segments, but he also had frequent crossovers with the strictly B-lister Cadillac Cats. The Cats god I remember their names: Hector, Wordsworth and Mongo [Blazing Saddles reference] -- also there was a girl whose name I think was Cleo had their leader Riff-Raff [Rocky Horror reference], but he never appeared in Heathcliff cartoons, only in the Cats' own shorts. Also they had that weird car , despite being nominally alley cats, that turned into different forms, for absolutely no good reason at ALL. It was all a transparent pandering attempt trying to gussy up a lackluster license with a marketing exec's idea of what kids like, while the character designer clearly wanted to make a different show and did the minimum work necessary to adapt to the Heathcliff property. Don't get me started on Rescue Rangers. Not my favorite of the Disney shows. If we're going to derail in this direction I feel like I should turn on the oneswellfoop signal, he's the resident expert on these things. I'm glad someone else spent time thinking about it. Even if the Internet is full of people marrying cartoon horses, at least you know you aren't the alone when you think up your cartoon animal taxonomies. It was all a transparent pandering attempt trying to gussy up a lackluster license with a marketing exec's idea of what kids like Oh, I was a kid when it was on, and the Cadilac Cats were unquestionably cooler where I lived. SA has a long history of ejecting pedophiles and calling out other parts of the internet for harboring them. If you're going to get all persecution complexy about it that says way more about how you see yourself than it does about SA. I feel like someone painted MeTa blue. Oh, I see: I mean I have no idea why the pony thing blew up like it did I suspect because it was a genuinely good show. Creator Lauren Faust is a very talented animator and character creator and she produced something that was funny, charming and kind natured without being sentimental. She completely succeeded in her aim to create something that showed that there was more than one kind of heroic girl in the world. Perhaps succeeded a little too well. Anyway, she maintains a deviantart account herself, here , and puts up her original characters and sketches. Unfortunately, the show got rid of her and since about mid-way through the second season has been declining in quality. For example, I see the end of the second season as being quite a big step away from the 'gang of girls' original series - the only person who can save the day is a male older brother character arbitrarily introduced at the last minute, linked to a new female character by conventional romantic love. Neither the main characters - the friends - nor the autonomous female ruler - Princess Celestia - can cope with the problem on their own. But in the beginning, I suspect that most of the men who liked it were not fetishists or attempting to destroy a female safe-space - they were just entertained. A lot of bad or stupid things followed after that, though. Are you going to recycle all that? 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Dodgy design fails including awkwardly placed toilets and dangerous mugs prove Harry Potter actress Miriam Margolyes reveals she's asked her partner to help her die if she's struck down Figuring the action would have to wait for another day, Melville was just about to turn away when he was bombarded from all angles by FBI agents pointing pistols and ordering him to freeze. George Demmerle. Just like Melville, Demmerle was a man who had left his wife and child looking for purpose in life, but instead of becoming a self-appointed revolutionary, he found it as a low-level mole for the government, beginning in But to Melville, Demmerle was just another comrade in the struggle. How the hell am I going to get out of jail, jackass? A month after his outburst in court, Melville pulled another act of desperation. After racing down two flights of stairs, he was apprehended. On May 8, , Melville pled guilty to three charges: He was sentenced to a consecutive run of 31 years. Hughey ended up serving two years, while Alpert absconded. While harbored by members of the Weather Underground, she circulated the feminist manifesto Mother Right to much praise and criticism from the radical left, before surrendering in There, abusive guards were the norm, as were ludicrously sparse rations such as a single bar of soap every other month and one roll of toilet paper given out only once a month. The lone bright spot for Melville was finding prisoners to connect with from the Black Panthers and a likeminded Puerto Rican civil rights group called the Young Lords. Over the course of the next year, Melville sent out a storm of letters decrying the conditions at Attica to lawyers, outside supporters and the New York Commissioner of Corrections, Russell Oswald, while also publishing a handmade newsletter distributed to prisoners on the sly called The Iced Pig. For many both inside and outside of prison walls, this new awareness of incarceration conditions came from George Jackson, the San Quentin inmate who authored the best-selling book Soledad Brother. When word got out that Jackson had been shot dead during a bungled uprising on August 21, , it set off a brooding fury in Attica. In an act of solidarity, Melville led a multiracial phalanx of prisoners wearing black armbands into the mess hall for a very solemn hunger strike. One guard was singled out for a beating so bad he died a few days later. Over the next four days, negotiations were volleyed in and out of the prison walls by journalists, senators and the well-known civil rights lawyer William Kunstler. At the end of the sudden and bloody debacle, nine guards and 29 inmates were dead, with Melville reportedly being one of the first to get picked off. Legend says Melville was in mid-throw of a Molotov cocktail when he was gunned down. As much as that would make for a great dramatic ending to this made-for-TV story, evidence brought up in a civil suit during the s revealed this to be a mistruth, as no such item was found near his body. For an almost year stretch starting in , a group that initially called themselves the Sam Melville Unit carried out a series of bank robberies and bombings across the Eastern Seaboard and the Midwest. Last year, former New York City Police commissioner Bernard Kerik summoned the name of the Melville-inspired group when arguing that the left-wing protest group Antifa should be considered a domestic terrorist group. Arching back in his chair to lend further significance to his statement, he puffs on his cigar and continues. While other girls my age were sneaking off with boys and getting drunk, I was becoming a zealot—and trying to convert my parents. O n a summer Thursday evening, shortly after my 16th birthday, my face was pressed into the maroon carpet again. Mildew filled my nostrils and I coughed. I was mesmerized by the way God moved through her. The Secret Place of the Lord was the place we could dwell if we lived holy lives. In the Secret Place, God would whisper divine revelations to us and show us miracles. I dug my face harder into the floor — lying prostrate was how we humbled ourselves before the Lord. I sang, improvising a new melody to the Lord. I felt something release as I sang, something like the warmth of God. I kept singing and the tears started flowing, as they always did when I prayed long enough. They dripped off my face and darkened the carpet underneath. I was a homeschooled girl with only a smattering of friends. My best friend, Siena, lived just down the road from me, on the pine-speckled canyon seven dusty miles from town. I adored her, but Siena was a public-school jock by then and had way cooler friends than me. I was lonely, and this Pentecostal church had the only youth group in town. Not long after joining, I was all in. I prayed in my room for hours every day. I spoke in tongues and believed I was slaying demons as I prayed in my spiritual language. I threw out all of my secular music. I went on mission trips to spread the Gospel. I cut out my non-Christian friends. I signed a contract promising that I would protect my virginity for my wedding night. My parents were nominal Christians, but not churchgoers. I deserved parents who would guide me into the Things of the Lord. They told me that sin could be passed down for generations and that people born into a spiritual legacy — generations of people who were believers — had a leg up on people like me from heathen families. This came at just the right moment, developmentally speaking: I was leaving behind the childhood fantasy that my parents were perfect and coming to the realization that they were actually just winging this whole parenting thing, and that they sucked at it sometimes. This is a very normal realization for a child, but at the time, it felt irrevocable and huge. Jessa offered to be my spiritual mentor, and I excitedly agreed. I spent many hours in their living room, talking about my hopes and dreams. Jessa stroked her frizzy hair and told me all about the incredible destiny God had for me if I surrendered everything to Him. I clung to every word she said. I wanted to be just like her. You are demonic. We ate a meal of corn on the cob, cherries and grilled chicken, on a wooden picnic table a few yards from the water. I pushed the food on my plate around, sulking. I was thinking of ways I could convert them to my faith. Next to us, the river rushed constantly, filling the spaces between words. As the sun set, we played cards by lantern light. I wanted to mention this, but I thought that it would only stir up trouble. My heart hurt thinking about what my Jacob and Jessa were up to that night. I imagined them praying together, or worshipping around a bonfire, or dissecting passages of the Bible around the dinner table. I longed to be with them. I tried to comfort myself with reassurances that God was both all-powerful and all good and that human suffering was all part of His Plan. But for the first time since I joined the church, those answers came up short. Just 10 days after the fire, I left my hometown to go to a nearby Christian university. I spent that first semester in a fog, trying to make sense of my life. I remember lying on the top bunk in my new dorm room a few weeks into my college career, wondering if my faith made sense anymore, while my roommate used our dorm phone to talk to one of the boys who wanted to date her. I held still and listened. I watched Snow White on the inch TV screen that somebody had donated to me, under a fort of blankets and pillows on the floor. I allowed myself to be whisked away to a time before. 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This kind of makes me long for the good old days of Twitter-based public shaming of dongle-jokers. That's sad. You can feel the resentment bubbling away under the attempt at 'reasonableness' and self-effacement I'm sure this guy realises he's in a less healthy place than even he is trying to make out.

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Who's hate-gawking here? I see admiration and bemusement, not hate. Peak internet will truly come when the artist Rule34s himself having relations with the writer's wife.

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If this Small girl gangbang fuck photo a troll and I feel like it isit's a really well-done troll, Small girl gangbang fuck photo enough to be believable. Granted, I'm well aware of "soulbonding" -- you should see Small girl gangbang fuck photo internet fights that some girls have had over Sephiroth, or Severus Snape. And then, back in the Usenet days, there was that whole Minerva Mink thing. This letter is just so perfectly pathetic, though.

Maybe I'm kidding myself in the hope that this does not exist. I have to watch out for my keen desire to mock people who are lower on the Geek Hierarchy than I am. It's not an attractive trait, but it's human, almost comforting. My kid's into Curious George. While nothing is immune from rule 34, the MITYH is far more likely to be the subject, and she only likes him because he's George's Dad.

I don't want to be in the position in a couple years where my pre-pre-teen kid runs a search on Click FIM, and winds up with this bullshit, and then asks me to explain it.

This, the best and most positive girl-oriented pop culture aimed at kids since forever, wrecked by adult guys who identify with each other over how hard they want to do cartoon horses with female voices.

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Clean it up, or GTFO. Actually, I'm pretty Small girl gangbang fuck photo with dull in this case. Schlock at 7: I'm not sure if you're serious, but I know there are some Bronies on MeFi who take any mocking of their subculture very seriously.

To pre-empt: His wife? A horse. And for people who say that mocking is destructive: Letting people like this know how awkward they are encourages them to develop as human beings. Well, the way I see it, the whole 'fictional soulmate' thing itself is 'fine', i. From Otherkin to Transethnicity: The whole subculture of erotic MLP fanfic is kind of fucked up.

I feel kind of bad for the creators of the show, you make a kids show and suddenly the internet is full of fucked up porn of your characters. I mean, obviously it happens with all shows to a certain click here, but it's way more prevalent with MLP then any other Small girl gangbang fuck photo show I'm aware of.

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I mean, he ends with I assume you'll probably just dismiss this message as the ramblings of a crazy person and likely ignore it, but if by some chance you do take what I've had to say to Small girl gangbang fuck photo, well That seems cordial enough, anyway.

And cordial is probably the nicest wrapper this kind of thing can come in.

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What I find kind of intriguing is this: So it's been bothering me lately every time I go on those sites and see a dozen or so pieces of art people have drawn depicting my girl in various sexual situations with the same person over and over, and that person happens to be you. Am I misreading this? It doesn't sound like this letter is aimed at the artist ; it sounds like the letter is aimed at a particular person character?

Didn't the Japanese have this "fictional soulmate" shit locked down a long time ago? See, this is why our kids are falling behind more and more each year. Thanks for the link to that article, Artw, because I was just thinking about it the other day and didn't know how to link it.

Transethnicity is a rich vein of native LOL in the desert of the internet. Everyone involved in this needs mental help. Including the Small girl gangbang fuck photo who wrote Small girl gangbang fuck photo for AV Club. I'm a brony, in that I keep up with the show, and "know of" Small girl gangbang fuck photo on the surface level of the fandom.

But, yeah, wow. I have no idea how someone gets so wound up in something, anythingso as to lose that much perspective. What can they do? The word is, there was a group of furries some time back who took exact same attitude to their fandom, which despite popular perception is actually not mostly about fucking Bugs Bunny. Well, it didn't go well.

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In any event, the "mainstream" bronies are incapable of stopping J. Random Sadman from doing whatever they want with the characters; this very case is an instance of one brony trying to do that very thing.

The main sites, especially Equestria Daily, pretty much ignore this kind of stuff, and are generally safe for fans of all ages. That's all they can really do, and I've noticed you have to look to find questionable Small girl gangbang fuck photo content.

For some reason I never see any of it, for instance. Even I have to stop myself from mocking this one.

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Carliner showed him the layout, which included five snapshots of a middle-aged black woman looking radiant in various settings. There she was smiling, surrounded by friends in one image, resplendent in a wedding gown in the next. The woman was Joan Davis, 54, a kindly and beloved former family employee. In the s, when Debbie Carliner was a teenager and her mother decided to go back to work, her parents had hired Joan to make the beds and help with the cleaning. Joan was an excellent worker, and she was warm and unfailingly trustworthy — so much so that when they left on family trips, the Carliners asked her to watch after their home in Chevy Chase, Maryland. All of which made reading the story that much more bewildering. And that was hardly the only revelation: In , Jannie had been arrested for the murder of her husband, Orell Duncan, whose savagely beaten naked body had been buried in a shallow grave near Richmond, Virginia, the story said. She stood trial, was found guilty of murder, and sentenced to 15 years to life in prison. After a few years, she was transferred to St. Elizabeths Hospital, a mental institution in Washington. In November , Jannie had walked off the hospital grounds and vanished for more than 12 years. After she was finally arrested again, on January 2, , the story that emerged was as straightforward as it was unbelievable: She seemed to have simply melted into the streets of Washington, mere miles from the hospital, taken on a new name, and plunged into a new life. Over more than a decade, Jannie had populated her new existence with a bustling community of adoring friends and employers who were oblivious to the considerable baggage of her old life. Even more strikingly, when her secret was revealed, every one of these acquaintances stood by her. The Post story was filled with the kinds of adulatory tributes usually reserved for retirement parties. Like everyone else, Debbie Carliner was incredulous. Neither she nor her parents could imagine that the woman they knew as Joan could murder anyone. If she had, the Carliners figured there must have been a plausible explanation. I was so fascinated that I spontaneously abandoned what I was doing to look for other articles about her. The more I found, the stranger and more interesting the story became. The more I found out about her in the weeks that followed, the more I became consumed by a question: What was the truth about Jannie Duncan? Her twin narratives diverged so sharply that there seemed to be only two possibilities: Or she had killed her husband, escaped, and fooled everyone, cleverly concealing her status as a fugitive who had engineered a great escape. She was a model citizen who had been wronged, or she was a con artist. I decided to find out which. Public records indicate that she was the fourth of seven children. She dropped out of high school after the 11th grade, and, after turning 19, married Thomas Bowman, her hometown sweetheart. The marriage was likely an act of heedless teenage passion. She left her husband after a few months, lighting out for Washington. The divorce became official a few years later when Jane, whose friends called her Jannie, married a comedian named Telfair Washington in He died of a heart attack in In , she married again, this time to a gambler named James Terry. Within a few years, she employed a handful of people and owned a full-length mink coat and a powder-blue two-tone Cadillac Fleetwood. In , Orell Duncan had been arrested and convicted of operating a lottery and possession of number slips. Jannie married him in March , but within a few months, they were living at different addresses. There are conflicting accounts of what happened while she was working at the boarding house on 7th Street during the early-morning hours of March 11, Orell disarmed her and again began struggling with her. Orell was later found dead from multiple contusions to the head. Within a span of three days, police in Virginia and Washington arrested Jannie Duncan, James and Simms, and introduced a motive: That detail became a staple in newspaper reports about the killing. She was charged with first-degree murder, which carried a mandatory death penalty. The prosecution claimed that the three defendants finished him off in the car, while Jannie and the others testified that they were talking calmly when the men began arguing and struggling with Orell, and he fell out of the car and died from his injuries. After a full day of deliberation, the jury found Jannie and James guilty of second-degree murder. Simms was convicted of manslaughter. One then-inmate later told the Post that Jannie was quiet and tidy and kept to herself, studying law books. After three and a half years, on November 14, , Jannie was moved to St. Almost exactly two years later, she walked off the grounds and vanished. R econstructing a life from decades past takes time and effort. Elizabeths and the FBI. I wrote letters and called the people connected to the story who were still alive. Over time, I assembled the jigsaw puzzle that was her life. Once out of St. Elizabeths, Jannie began quietly reinventing herself. She spent about two years working for that family, according to newspaper accounts. After she proved herself a solid and reliable worker, she parlayed strong references into subsequent jobs with the Carliners and others. Jannie never left the Washington area, except for the year she spent in Detroit with her new husband, Wilbert Lassiter, a Michigan native whom she married in Eight of her friends flew from Washington to attend the wedding. Considered dangerous. In the photo, her face is tilted just to the right, her mouth slightly downturned; her hair is closely cropped and forms a little wave on the right side of her head. She is listed as 5-foot-6 and pounds. Jannie made no attempt to leave the area; rather, she doubled down on Washington, steadily building a community there. Irene Carroll described her friend in the Post as fun-loving and generous. But cracks eventually began to show in the foundation of her immaculately rebuilt life. She and Wilbert Lassiter separated around May By December , he had taken up with another woman named Jannie — Jannie Dodd, according to the Post. That month, Dodd complained to the police that Joan Lassiter had made threatening phone calls and left menacing messages at her house. One such note, Dodd said, read: This will be your last. That infamous offense came to light in a remarkable way. She was fingerprinted, processed, and sent home. As her paperwork was being filed — the sets of prints placed among about , others — a clerk noticed something surprising: Duncan, escaped murderer. She was a convicted murderer on the lam, so he brought along two other agents as backup. They watched the building for a while, and when a light popped on in her second-floor two-bedroom unit, they moved upstairs. She stood stiffly, eyes wide and blank, as Niemala handcuffed her. The other two agents each took a shoulder, gently lifting her, for the walk to the car. She was still so immobilized that when they reached the FBI office in Alexandria, Niemala brought the fingerprinting equipment to the car rather than haul her up to the third floor where she would normally have been processed. Then Jannie Duncan was returned to St. Elizabeths Hospital. After about three weeks of evaluation, officials there declared that she had no mental issues and shipped her back to prison. As I learned more about Jannie, I began to view her exploits more cynically. Several elements of her story fed into this. She told Margot Hornblower of the Post that she had no memory of anything prior to her life as Joan Davis. But during that same interview with the Post , she did recall that rather than having escaped from St. Those menacing notes offered evidence of her old, true self leaking out. Delaney who is deceased relayed that she was contemplating trying to escape, but Jannie talked her out if it, saying she would only end up with a longer sentence. One passage near the end stands out. Elizabeths Hospital because she thought it would be easier to receive a parole from the mental institution. When I contacted St. Elizabeths, a spokeswoman told me she was permitted only to confirm the dates that Jannie entered and left the facility. But the Post passage suggested the possibility that Jannie had planned the whole thing: She had engineered the transfer not because it would be easier to be paroled, but because it would be easier to escape. After calling the federal courthouse in Washington to ask about her murder trial, I learned that the case file is stored in the National Archives. I drove to Washington to see what I might learn. In the research room, I flipped open the first box, which contained the first few hundred pages of a 3,page trial transcript on thin onion-skin-type paper. What I read stunned me. It began with a description of her life over the previous year — the entire duration of her marriage to Orell. I had a knot on my head and bruises on my leg. After driving a short distance, he reached over, opened her door and pushed her out, then exited and began hitting her while she was on the ground. The violence escalated. She escaped that situation, but another time he threatened to stab her to death. She made several hospital visits. Then she took his gun one night when he had passed out from drinking, and on February 18, he came into the boarding house at 2: This time the district attorney put through an arrest warrant. She refused, but still, Orell was never once arrested for any of the attacks. All this female activity in gangs ultimately gave rise to reports of sexual violence. In one rumored initiation rite, aspiring homegirls were forced to have sex with a gang member who was HIV-positive. There were tales of bloody beatings using fists and clubs, with no exceptions for gender. But all of this was secondhand. When I start talking to women in the neighborhoods, joining the gang sounds almost organic—evolving alongside criminal activity. After that I was in the neighborhood. When they caught us and locked me up—I still thought it was worth it, I wanted to gangbang and slang drugs and just hang out. Too long. I am late to the party because, up until now, I have never been particularly interested in women. Hanging out with the homegirls was just not my speed. In my mind, there were two kinds of women—nuns and bitches—and I placed myself firmly in the latter category. Because of this I had no use for the girlfriends of gang members. These girls—some of them only fourteen or fifteen—surrendered their lives. As they entered the bloom of adulthood, they had no plans other than giving birth to multiple children and ensnaring a man. Marriage did not exist; pregnancy was the closest they would come to long-term commitment, and infidelity was the aftermath. The attitudes of men in the neighborhoods resembled something circa the s. Of course, all this possession and infidelity caused unending problems between the neighborhoods. Kenny Green was my guide to the sexual politics in the gang world. Most of it is about women—they make all the trouble. And now there are the women who want to be shooters and slang; they want to be part of the neighborhood. These are the women who catch my interest. I am not interested in the nuns—the girls who behave as if they are tattooed with the word victim. I stay as far away from them as possible. I want nothing of their silent suffering, their fortitude, or their devotion. Instead, deep down, I know I am just a tough little bitch with too much rage. I am blunt; I tell her I want to know why she gangbangs and deals drugs. I may be a chameleon, but I refuse to lie. Lying is dangerous; your street credibility—no matter who you are—depends on telling the truth. The girls come from toxic, abusive families, and are re-victimized in the gang setting. There are stepfathers who demand blowjobs or cousins who force them to have anal sex. But making the deliberate choice to become part of a neighborhood involves something beyond trauma. Sometimes the act of joining a gang is experienced as empowerment. These are not the nuns—these are the bitches, the girls who want, somehow, to have control. In the midst of my research, I start spending a lot of time with Dark Eyes, whose real name is Joanna Carillo. Joanna is a self-proclaimed third-generation gang member. She grew up watching her grandparents, parents, cousins, and uncles all caught up in the life of different cliques that eventually merged into Florencia After he died, her mother supported the family by dealing drugs. You can deal, but go away from the house, go somewhere else. There are enough bad influences around the kids without them seeing their grandmother dealing drugs. My ex-husband has said he would help out. Well, she seems closer to her mother than I am to mine. 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Being born with a human brain in a human body is apparently a privilege transcats do not have. I a little bit confused what a non human brain would be, since the only thing we know about the experience of cat brains, or dragon brains, or pony brains,have been conceptualized by humans so I doubt we can know the subjective experience of "catness". Is it possible to be born with a cat brain in a human body? DF knows. I'm thinking that might have skewed the search results a bit. That and, I mean, comparing the googlehits between a character and a species. But this is silly. Even putting aside how poncy that statement is, in and of itself, haven't you been at the keyboard all night with us arguing this one? There's a sort of weird empathy-off going here. If we just pronounce all of you equally Christ-like in your regard for delusional would-be cartoon horse fuckers, can y'all maybe ease up a bit? Sorry for the outburst. This is the weirdest Pony Request ever posted by hellojed at See, now that's funny. DOT "poncy" is kind of like british "faggy", isn't it. I wouldn't know. I'm American. I used it as a synonym for pretentious or showy. I think it's fiction. But maybe by Poe's Law, it is for real, and some ill person copes with his life by sleeping with a stuffy and writing harrassing letters to porny bronies. I doubt it, but it's true that human weirdness is vast. I laughed at the snarky writing by the columnist and the send-up written by the letter-writer. I guess I'm a fledgling brony: But I'm also an adult, so I'm not integrating the characters into my life. I suppose there's a porny artiste who might have been harmed by the snark and send-up, but I can't say as I care to defend the pollution of kidspace by pervs. We just think its okay to laugh at them and shake our heads in dismay. The 'empathy must extend to everything, all the time, regardless of context' people are the ones imposing their morality. Sure, its bad when people interfere with their targets or start stalking them, like what happened with Chris-Chan. But this is just taking something and laughing at the person's own words. And Sean O'Neal's usual masterful snark, of course. It is not one-upsmanship to point out that the urge to point and laugh, while very human, is also at its base a cruel urge. It is not pretension to suggest that it is better to empathize than to ostracise, to seek the more difficult path of recognizing shared humanity with another rather than ostracising them for their differences -- even if those differences seem strange and outrageous and problematic. It is not showing off to suggest that it would be good to be decent to another human, even as we recognize that they may not be being good to themselves or to others. I am an atheist, or near enough, but in all earnestness I think that in situations such as this where we are presented with a person who seems troubled and lost, that we could do worse than to turn to Christ as a role model and a guide for our actions. Jesus taught universal, unconditional love for all people -- even for those who are difficult to love, even for our enemies. Modern science, through psychology, also teaches that the most effective way to help a person who is troubled and lost is through kindness, empathy, and "unconditional positive regard. It is precisely when love and empathy are most difficult for us to give that they are most needed. My saying that I feel tonight's subject is such a case is not a pose -- in fact, I have rarely spoken more from my heart on this site than I am doing now. I have made comments on this site that I have later regretted. I do not think that my comments tonight will be among them. This is a statement that I am happy to stand behind: Kindness is always better than cruelty. I just Googled "tulpas" and spent a few moments reading the tulpa subreddit and now all this ponyfucking business just seems so vanilla posted by prize bull octorok at I just Googled "tulpas" and spent a few moments reading the tulpa subreddit and now all this ponyfucking business just seems so vanilla A lot of that tulpa stuff on reddit defies not only logic, but rational thought. The idea that a tulpa can refer to you by a name you don't like, against your will, is very odd. Like this comment: It is pretty telling when your imaginary friend bullies you. The eroticism of not only ejaculating on an anime figurine, but looking at pictures of other people doing so, sort of breaks my brain. Ponce is tangentially related to the word Prince. Originally it meant a flashy dresser, then it started to be applied to pimps, as they were flashy dressers, now it primarily means a flamboyant gay man. As an American, I'm pretty sure I've heard they say poncy on Top Gear but I'm pretty sure it has homophobic overtones, like saying "that's so gay". Ah ha ha ha! This guy! I have no problem believing this is real, by the way. Those of you who are sure it is fake must have been hanging out on a different part of the internet from where I grew up. People can be very strange indeed. You may rest assured hat not only did I intend no homophobic overtones by using "poncy" but now knowing it can be taken in such a way, I'll likely never use the word again, lest I be taken the wrong way. Yes and no and it depends. TBH if you want it to mean something nasty it can mean a lot worse than faggy. On the other hand it can be utterly harmless and just mean a bit pretentious and ostentatious. I just want to point out for those of you who never encountered brony subculture before that I count at least four bronies among my friends, and all of them are into MLP for the very same reason that the little kids I know are into MLP--because the show is sweet, and glittery, and has sweetly empowering messages, and pop culture references that amuse. I for one find it lovely that men should not be ashamed to enjoy a sparkly kid's show aimed primarily at girls, even if it's not my kind of thing at all. Are you kidding? Mefi fanfic is awesome. I do not know what this is, except that it is well past the event horizon into Scaryworld. I just learned what a Dutch Wife is. Yes, you sleep with it. Astonishingly, it's nonsexual. Though I'm pretty certain the latest My Little Pony comic uses a 16 panel grid that's straight out of Dark Knight Returns and I'm really not certain how the fuck I counter that. Is mouse porn just following the trends in mainstream porn, or is something else going on here? Direct from China,same deal as the officially issued ones you get here. Ships from USA. Sallypants steals My Little Ponies and hides them under the rug. I think there are two types of anthropomorphic animals. Animals with some human features, such as ponies that can talk, and people with animal features like Thundercats. There seems to a continuum. Oddly, they sometimes appear together. Remember heathcliff? IMO Gadget Hackwrench is a person with mouse features. Maybe I should hide from the Internet. This question only makes sense if "furry" means something other than what I understand it to mean. Unless you're referring to a literal lack of fur. In which case, yeah, she's a flesh-tone mouse for some reason. That's always weirded me out. Goons Yeah, it's because they are immature people who get weirded out that men like something Goons think they shouldn't. Everything else is after the fact justification based on all the weird creepy shit they actively dig up out of the dark side of the fandom to mock. The hater Goons have seen vastly more of the bad stuff than I have because it's pretty trivially easy to avoid. This type of creepy stuff is, of course, the only kind of Pony stuff you are allowed to post on SA. You are not allowed to post a thread of the non-darkside stuff. Don't try and bullshit like they have no issue with people who just like the show. That BS only flies over there because nobody is allowed to argue otherwise. If I posted simply that I liked the show on SA I would be probated or banned for it, as has happened to me. I think I'd prefer an attack by the many angled ones over this. SA thinks everyone on the Internet is a pedophile. Im glad they don't seem to focus on MetaFilter, they would be over here trolling night and day. The other day I was thinking about when they used to have DPPH and it seemed like there was an awful lot of futanari and yaoi stuff there. Heathcliff is a Funny Animal. I found that whole show weird. Heathcliff is a comic strip character, but some of the characters in the show are designed differently from the strip -- Iggy has black hair? Further confusing things, there was a Saturday Morning Heathcliff show co-starring Marmaduke where the characters were on-model and the stories stuck more closely to the newspaper strip. Heathcliff had his own cartoon segments, but he also had frequent crossovers with the strictly B-lister Cadillac Cats. The Cats god I remember their names: Hector, Wordsworth and Mongo [Blazing Saddles reference] -- also there was a girl whose name I think was Cleo had their leader Riff-Raff [Rocky Horror reference], but he never appeared in Heathcliff cartoons, only in the Cats' own shorts. Also they had that weird car , despite being nominally alley cats, that turned into different forms, for absolutely no good reason at ALL. It was all a transparent pandering attempt trying to gussy up a lackluster license with a marketing exec's idea of what kids like, while the character designer clearly wanted to make a different show and did the minimum work necessary to adapt to the Heathcliff property. Don't get me started on Rescue Rangers. Not my favorite of the Disney shows. If we're going to derail in this direction I feel like I should turn on the oneswellfoop signal, he's the resident expert on these things. I'm glad someone else spent time thinking about it. Even if the Internet is full of people marrying cartoon horses, at least you know you aren't the alone when you think up your cartoon animal taxonomies. It was all a transparent pandering attempt trying to gussy up a lackluster license with a marketing exec's idea of what kids like Oh, I was a kid when it was on, and the Cadilac Cats were unquestionably cooler where I lived. SA has a long history of ejecting pedophiles and calling out other parts of the internet for harboring them. If you're going to get all persecution complexy about it that says way more about how you see yourself than it does about SA. I feel like someone painted MeTa blue. Oh, I see: I mean I have no idea why the pony thing blew up like it did I suspect because it was a genuinely good show. Creator Lauren Faust is a very talented animator and character creator and she produced something that was funny, charming and kind natured without being sentimental. She completely succeeded in her aim to create something that showed that there was more than one kind of heroic girl in the world. Perhaps succeeded a little too well. Anyway, she maintains a deviantart account herself, here , and puts up her original characters and sketches. Unfortunately, the show got rid of her and since about mid-way through the second season has been declining in quality. For example, I see the end of the second season as being quite a big step away from the 'gang of girls' original series - the only person who can save the day is a male older brother character arbitrarily introduced at the last minute, linked to a new female character by conventional romantic love. Neither the main characters - the friends - nor the autonomous female ruler - Princess Celestia - can cope with the problem on their own. But in the beginning, I suspect that most of the men who liked it were not fetishists or attempting to destroy a female safe-space - they were just entertained. A lot of bad or stupid things followed after that, though. Because I haven't kept up with that news, can someone tell me why Faust is no longer involved? Was that her decision or Hasbro's or their team? Since the show has done so great, it doesn't seem to make much business sense to shoo off the creator. Aren't the MLP characters meant to be as young as the target audience, at least? So what does that say about people sexulizing the characters? I do like that somebody who gained success at great cost is named 'Faust'. I have one word: Like you, I'm a lot iffy on the whole "sexualising" thing, but the people who whom this is - for whatever reason - exciting justify it. I assume they do the same rationalisation exercises with the ponies to make it less skeevy. Unless they are actually skeevy, in which case they don't care. Thanks to Fan Fiction Friday I know this stuff. Can someone tell me why Faust is no longer involved? I would be interested to know this as well. It is difficult to know for certain, as Lauren Faust has always been very professional about either sticking to a non-disclosure agreement or not speaking ill of her colleagues. That said, she left at the end of the first season, having planned out the first half of the second season in detail including creating Discord for the Season 2 opener. I'm sure if you dig around on her deviantart page - see my post above - you will find her account of things. Another interesting detail: Fighting is Magic" a streetfighter style side-view fighting game with characters based on the ponies to cease and desist, Lauren Faust contacted them and offered to create original characters for their game. I think they have sensibly grabbed that offer with both hands. I'm not sure what it says about her attitude towards Hasbro, but it chimes with everything else I have heard or read about her, in suggesting that she is very nice! I don't know why you think I am getting persecution complexy or what it says about me as we seem to be saying the same thing. That is a pretty neat insinuation as well. I think SA should examine what seems to me to be reaction formation, and maybe their role in the creation of 4chan. Seems like a bit of "though dost protest too much" going on over there, especially for a site with so many pedophiles they had to eject them. You just replied twice to the same comment. Maybe take a break? Sure thing, I realized I couldn't add that via edit after I already typed it. I'm done with this anyway. I don't think so. I've heard one person posit that MLP is actually a metaphor for grad school, which makes a certain amount of sense. Let's not be too liberal with diagnosises of mental illness, shall we? Believing yourself to be the incarnation of a fictional elf is no more stupid than believing in an invisible skygod who made you late for the airport so that you wouldn't die in that plane crash, but did not do the same for the people who did die in it, just less socially accepted. I don't really have any feelings about MLP watched it, didn't get into it but this makes me think very highly of Lauren Faust. That's stone-cold awesome. SA's role in the creation of 4chan is nothing more than "A goon made 4chan, and the early population of 4chan was almost entirely people ejected in the Pedogeddon", a huge wave of bans and thread closures in which known pedophiles and topics which attracted pedophiles were banned from SA's anime discussion board, which nowadays prides itself on being a place where anime fans can meet and discuss without having to deal with pedo shit. I would also note that 4chan has a zero-tolerance policy for pedophilia and that their response to reports of pedo shit is to delete the post, ban the offender, and forward the report to the feds. Which means that if a website doesn't at least do that, that website has a worse policy than 4chan of all places. Cortex swaggered over to Jessamyn, a gleam in his eye and a beer in his hand No, no, no. Blue looked over at Green, as always asking her silly head off about anything she saw. Rolling his eyes behind her back at Grey, looking a bit shellshocked after the latest flamewar he had had to deal with, he couldn't suppress a grin. Green's constant questioning could be wearing, but he couldn't help but like her perkiness all the same Careful now, that's not how you think about a coworker his conscience warned him.. Followed either by ten more pages of angst, or fifteen pages of server side sex and jokes about dongles, depending on the writer. I can't really blame the guy in the article; I have a little special place in my heart for Twiley too. I would agree. I believe, though, that the point at which one is actually consulting with a series of wedding chapels for the purpose of engaging in a symbolic marriage to one such character from a kid's show might be something of a point too far I've actually given some thought in the past to my fondness for the "wank" communities; yeah, there is a bit of mockery involved, and that is kind of mean. So why do I read them? And I realized that - I actually am drawn to stories like this out of a weird sort of fondness and appreciation. It's the same impulse that makes me love really bad movies like Foodfight or Plan 9 from Outer Space ; it's fascinating, and in a weird way admirable, to see someone push the limits of the human imagination. David Letterman once said that it takes just as much brain power to cough up a bad idea as it does a good one; and we all marvel when we see an amazingly good idea, but I am equally amazed when I see someone go just as far into the "bad idea" side, sheerly because of the novelty involved. You know? You think humanity can't come up with anything wholly new when it comes to imagination, and suddenly you hear about a guy who wants to marry Scooby-Doo or something and you realize that imagination is boundless. And so alongside my marveling about how completely mind-bogglingly strange their actual idea itself is, I'm also thinking "but hooray that someone dared to come up with it". Well - except in the case of the actual pony fucker dude Fandom Wank heard about, or anyone engaged in anything else that exploits another being's will and autonomy without their consent; that's just horrific. For somebody who's trying not to be insulting you sure insulted lots of people. Otherkin and fictionkin and otaku-kin are closer to people who actually believe they're Jesus than to normal believers, and I feel comfortable saying that they're either seeking attention or are genuinely mentally ill. And I'd love if they and the people marrying cartoon ponies or sexulizing them got the mental health care they need! But while they spread themselves and put themselves on the Internet they will be mocked. It's worth noting that the AV Club is itself home to some pretty extreme fandom behavior, mostly around Community and Alison Brie. Believing yourself to be the incarnation of a fictional elf is no more stupid than believing in an invisible skygod Nah, I don't buy that at all. As a friend of mine once said, "It's bad enough to believe in stupid shit because you were raised to believe in that stupid shit and everyone around you believes in stupid shit. But making up new stupid shit to believe in? That's really stupid. Well, at least they're not dubstepping. Anyways, with all this web chatter about it, I imagine this'll be worked into a CSI plot line before too long. I thought this thread had nothing to teach me about the depths of fandom. I was wrong. Bluesleeve here says he has created Rainbow Dash. The idea is not totally new to me; I heard of "thoughtforms" long ago, but they weren't supposed to be nice. And I did know a teenager in the s who believed in the reality of White Wolf gaming concepts. On this day, February 2, in the year , newly minted New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio dropped a groundhog from his formidable six-foot six-inch stance. A week later, that very same groundhog was found dead. The Staten Island Zoo claims the two events were unrelated —whether you believe them, is a different matter entirely. Earlier today , rapper B. As any good Champion of Truth knows, the alleged moon landing was, of course, an elaborate sham constructed by Hollywood and NASA to distract the rest of the world from our newly acquired Nazi UFO technology. And as any reasonable person knows, that is bullshit. Did the moon landings really happen?.

Might I offer this? I'm a gonna say it. Bronies are rape by proxy. Girls are not allowed a safe place in pop culture. They are not alowed to have role-models that are not hypersexualized by a "fandom.

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When I start talking to women in the neighborhoods, joining the gang sounds almost organic—evolving alongside criminal activity. After that I was in the neighborhood. When they caught us and locked me up—I still thought it was worth it, I wanted to gangbang and slang drugs and just hang out. Too long. I am late to the party because, up until now, I have never been particularly interested in women. Hanging out with the homegirls was just not my speed. In my mind, there were two kinds of women—nuns and bitches—and I placed myself firmly in the latter category. Because of this I had no use for the girlfriends of gang members. These girls—some of them only fourteen or fifteen—surrendered their lives. As they entered the bloom of adulthood, they had no plans other than giving birth to multiple children and ensnaring a man. Marriage did not exist; pregnancy was the closest they would come to long-term commitment, and infidelity was the aftermath. The attitudes of men in the neighborhoods resembled something circa the s. Of course, all this possession and infidelity caused unending problems between the neighborhoods. Kenny Green was my guide to the sexual politics in the gang world. Most of it is about women—they make all the trouble. And now there are the women who want to be shooters and slang; they want to be part of the neighborhood. These are the women who catch my interest. I am not interested in the nuns—the girls who behave as if they are tattooed with the word victim. I stay as far away from them as possible. I want nothing of their silent suffering, their fortitude, or their devotion. Instead, deep down, I know I am just a tough little bitch with too much rage. I am blunt; I tell her I want to know why she gangbangs and deals drugs. I may be a chameleon, but I refuse to lie. Lying is dangerous; your street credibility—no matter who you are—depends on telling the truth. The girls come from toxic, abusive families, and are re-victimized in the gang setting. There are stepfathers who demand blowjobs or cousins who force them to have anal sex. But making the deliberate choice to become part of a neighborhood involves something beyond trauma. Sometimes the act of joining a gang is experienced as empowerment. These are not the nuns—these are the bitches, the girls who want, somehow, to have control. In the midst of my research, I start spending a lot of time with Dark Eyes, whose real name is Joanna Carillo. Joanna is a self-proclaimed third-generation gang member. She grew up watching her grandparents, parents, cousins, and uncles all caught up in the life of different cliques that eventually merged into Florencia After he died, her mother supported the family by dealing drugs. You can deal, but go away from the house, go somewhere else. We knew nothing at all about it or the people involved. They intended to sell the arms to Sudan, which was under embargo by many governments of the world for being a terrorist state. How disgusting can you get? Trujillo Ruiz reportedly first learned about Sealand while working in Germany for a man named Friedbert Ley, who had launched his own Sealand fan website in and asked Trujillo Ruiz to set up a Spanish branch office of the Sealandic government. When confronted by investigators about the fake passports, Trujillo Ruiz conceded that they were made in Germany but said he had been appointed acting head of state by the royal family of Sealand and been given authorization to issue Sealandic passports. Roy Bates was of course fine. The Germans had once visited the younger Trujillo Ruiz in Spain, and they appeared to be a bad influence on him, the father said. I n the early s, Roy Bates had prepared to turn the fort into a much larger ministate with a group of Belgians and Germans who had offered to go into business with him. The Germans were led by Alexander Gottfried Achenbach, said to be a former diamond dealer who was planning on a quiet retirement raising rabbits in Belgium until the Sealand opportunity sucked him back in. The Germans were remarkable busybodies, drawing up a constitution and legal decrees and bombarding embassies all over the world with requests for diplomatic recognition. Nevertheless, the petitioning continued in earnest and their zeal was infectious. Roy Bates had long intended to make the fort into a profitable business, and the plans he and the Germans cooked up were grandiose. Back in Sealand, however, Michael was working on the fort alone when a helicopter landed. Out came some of their German associates, who claimed Roy had given them possession of the fort. Michael was extremely uneasy about the situation — and completely outnumbered. Roy and Joan were similarly uneasy when a friend back in England alerted them that he had seen a helicopter hovering near Sealand. Their sinking feeling was justified. Michael tried to wrench himself free, his hair falling in his eyes as he was dragged into the room and shut behind a steel door. The only possible way out was a porthole window, but it was far too small for an adult to fit through. Michael was left in the room for three days, keeping himself warm by wrapping himself in a Sealandic flag. Eventually, the captors threw Michael onto a boat, which deposited him in the Netherlands, with no money and no passport. A sympathetic skipper helped him get back to England, where he linked back up with his parents. But Michael explained his ordeal. Holding the Fort. The family quickly decided that the only possible response was to recapture the fort. They gathered some rough-and-tumble friends and a few guns, and enlisted the talents of a pilot friend who had flown helicopters in a James Bond film. The plan was to fly to the fort, rappel down ropes, and retake the Principality by force. Attacking at dawn, they descended from the sky, fired a single shot from a sawed-off shotgun, and tossed the captors into the brig. A tribunal was established to try the invaders. Britain shrugged its shoulders when asked to intervene, saying the fort was not on its property. The Germans retreated back home after the failed coup and established the Sealandic government-in-exile, a dark mirror version of the Principality that persists to the present day. T he government-in-exile disavowed any role in the late s Spanish passport scam. They were arrested when they tried to cross into Italy. The money had in fact come from a gambling enterprise in Poland, but it was an aboveboard operation. Did we recognize these passports or not? For a time in , after Slovenia was briefly caught up in the Bosnian war, many countries refused to recognize our nation. Achenbach was 79 when he filed the lawsuit in , and he succumbed to old age in the middle of the litigation at age The strange legal and financial quagmire was a fitting final chapter in the life of someone who had spent his whole life involved in dubious ways to get money. Today, however, the Principality does offer a legitimate way to become a citizen of Sealand. The Bates family sells royal titles, an official business whose proceeds go only to funding the honest initiatives of the true Sealandic government. Costs vary: Prince Roy and Princess Joan passed into the next realm in and , respectively, but the country is going strong more than five decades after it was founded. Michael takes only intermittent trips out to the fort these days, but Sealand is always occupied by at least one armed caretaker, lest any of the events of its bellicose history repeat themselves. The government-in-exile is still going strong as well, led by Prime Minister Johannes W. Seiger since a constitutional amendment transferred power from Achenbach in Seiger asked this writer if I could put him in touch with Donald Trump to help him with his quest, canceling further contact when I was unable to do so. Fifty years ago, John Trudell overcame tragedy to become the national voice for Native Americans—and a model for a new generation of activists. H e sat at the same table each evening, sometimes with lighting and sometimes without, a cigarette often in hand, a guest always by his side. In the background, the sound of waves rolling against the rocks and the stuttering of a backup generator were constants. Then, with a crackly yet true radio connection, streaming through the wires from an unthinkable place — Alcatraz Island — he began speaking in a calm, determined voice. The nation was listening. In the Pacifica Radio Archives, located in a modest brick building in North Hollywood, you can hear what hundreds of thousands of Americans heard on those evenings. File through the cassettes and you will find more than a dozen tapes labeled with a single word: Each is followed by a date, anywhere from December to August But these were not simply programs about Alcatraz, that island in the notoriously frigid San Francisco Bay that was home to a federal prison until it closed in Rather, they were broadcast from the former prison building itself, from a small cell without heat and only a lone generator for power rumbling in the background. By the winter of , Trudell could be found in that austere cell, speaking over the rush of waves in a composed Midwestern accent. Why would the FBI compose its longest dossier about a broadcaster speaking from a rocky island a mile offshore? What was Trudell saying that frightened them so much? Trudell was advocating for Native American self-determination, explaining its moral and political importance to all Americans. On air, he often revealed the innumerable ways the government was violating Native American rights: He imagined a future in which equality — between different American cultures, and between all people and the earth itself — would become a reality. And for the first time, non—Native American communities were listening. More than , people tuned in to Pacifica stations in California, Texas and New York to hear his weekly broadcast. At just 23 years old, with long brown hair and hanging earrings, Trudell had one thing the FBI could not stop: The organization pointed to the Treaty of Fort Laramie, which provided that all surplus federal land be returned to native tribes. It had been unoccupied since President Kennedy closed the federal prison in By inhabiting the 12 acres of Alcatraz, IOAT hoped to set a precedent for the reclamation of hundreds of thousands of unclaimed acres across the United States. But there was an obstacle: That all changed on the night of November Under the cover of darkness and a dense blanket of fog, 79 activists from more than 20 tribes sailed from Sausalito across the frigid bay and settled on the island. The Indians have landed! A gathering was held that night at 2 a. Governing teams were also established. Onshore allies knew the landing had succeeded when they saw a bright yellow Morse code message blinking through the mist: J ohn Trudell was not on those initial voyages. At the time, he had just returned from deployment in Vietnam, enrolled in San Bernardino Valley College, and moved in with his girlfriend, Fenicia Lou Ordonez. When he learned of the landing on Alcatraz, he suggested they join in. Expecting to join for only a few weeks, they packed sleeping bags, headed six hours north, and hitched a ride across the emerald bay on one of the IOAT-operated vessels, many of which were typically used for fishing and shipping. What was once a treacherous journey with fierce Coast Guard resistance was now readily accessible, but not because the government had become any more benevolent. Fearing a public backlash, federal authorities called off the Coast Guard from intervening in these voyages. Soon after docking on the island, Trudell attended the daily island meeting of IOAT leaders and tribal heads. He pointed out that if they truly wanted to make a case for the Native American right to reclaim unused land, they urgently needed to reshape the narrative. On his drive to the Bay Area, Trudell had seen national papers like The New York Times and San Francisco Chronicle running stories portraying the occupation as a Native American theft — rather than a reclamation of what was stolen from them. He asked himself: December 26, For the next 30 minutes, Trudell led conversations with Native American activists, spiritualists and students — many of whom were living on the island, visiting as volunteers, or ferrying supplies. It was called Radio Free Alcatraz , and Trudell typically began episodes by describing challenges on the island. There were many: Alcatraz had shaky electricity, a dearth of clean water, and it was frequently hit by strong offshore storms. And Saturday, we were stranded on the island because of bad weather. Despite these immediate challenges, Trudell — often clad in a wide-collared button-down underneath an emblazoned leather jacket — spoke both with the equanimity of a captain reporting to headquarters and the kindness of a good friend. In an interview with KPFA host Al Silbowitz in December , Trudell sketched a portrait of life on the island and outlined the purpose of the occupation. This struggle was not unique to this moment. It was experienced daily by native tribes everywhere. We have a chance to unite the American Indian people as they never had the opportunity to do. In a conversation with Al Silbowitz, Trudell explains how the difficult conditions on Alcatraz all too closely resemble life on so many Native American reservations. The heart of the program was his intimate voice — masterful at revealing the aspirational humanity that defined the movement, while outlining the enduring goal of activists to construct a university and Native American cultural center. Trudell was not just a broadcaster: He was one of the unsung American forefathers of what we now call socially impactful publicity, or strategic communications. He already knew that for activists to succeed, it was not enough to campaign. They had to shape national consciousness. Trudell opened with a question: Would you explain — what tribe are you with, and where is it at? Jonny raised concerns about the unjust allocation of federal funds to her reservation and revealed the low wages factory workers were receiving at a firearm production plant there. Then the BIA, or Bureau of Indian Affairs, stepped in and determined many of them incompetent to handle their affairs, so they put this money in trust with white people, who got fantastically wealthy. He relayed stories that showed it, and he had faith that Americans everywhere, having heard these stories, would do the right thing. Oakes, in immense grief, left the island. Marshals might raid the island at any time. But Trudell did not falter. His was a voice of constancy, offering a lighthouse for a movement troubled at sea. Tragedy was not new to Trudell. The main sites, especially Equestria Daily, pretty much ignore this kind of stuff, and are generally safe for fans of all ages. That's all they can really do, and I've noticed you have to look to find questionable pony content. For some reason I never see any of it, for instance. Even I have to stop myself from mocking this one. Might I offer this? I'm a gonna say it. Bronies are rape by proxy. Girls are not allowed a safe place in pop culture. They are not alowed to have role-models that are not hypersexualized by a "fandom. PPG got away with it, Billy and Mandy got away with it Equestria has to be fucked into submission. What can you do? Dude, walk the fuck away from that "fandom" bullshit. That's what you do. Charlegmagne that sounds suspiciously similar to the rationale e. Having read the article I'd like to praise Sean O'Neal, who's been bringing delightful snark to the AV Club Newswire for at least a year, always against deserving targets. Do we have to blame trainwrecks like this on the Internet? I mean, this is a nice neighborhood. This is where I download audio from the Library of Congress and shit. I don't know anything about the brony scene. If you were actually a girl who just plain liked My Little Pony, how much of this crap could you reasonably expect to avoid? Like, is the sexy-sex MLP stuff cordoned off from the rest of the fandom, or is does this kind of stuff just get wedged in wherever? A media property isn't a "space," anyway, and I maintain it's a definite minority of pony fans who do this. But I always say this when there's a pony thread and no one seems to listen to me so believe what you want. What some people do with a property doesn't impinge on what anyone else does with it. PONY is actually pretty light on this kind of thing: I am no spokesperson for the group though, and have no numbers; this is just the impression I get. People like this existed before the Internet. The Internet just lets them connect with other people with the same sort of strangeness easier and faster. I mean, I daresay it would be nice if there could be things, especially kids TV shows, which were never sexualized by anyone, but that's just not human nature, and I don't see how that's inherently rapacious. And sometimes 'tough love' is needed. If my hobbies and obsessions didn't force me to interact with other people I could easily end up in the rabbit hole. And now that sounds like a euphemism. For more on strange Tumblr types, check out Watchful Entity. For general Internet mockery there's the F Plus Podcast. And to see the harm furries do, look up them forcing the cancellation of Tiny Toon Adventures by stalking the voice actors. I'm pretty okay with nothing being sacred. Yeah, huh? Except MLP was explicitly created to be a show young girls could watch and enjoy positively. Even the name - 'bronies' - speaks of men coopting it. The popular face of the fandom is creepy males, not young girls. That's what. Are teenage males not allowed to enjoy Star Trek without having middle-aged women Dude, check yourself before you wriggedy-wreck yourself. I can only speak for those I've myself seen: Foremost brony site Equestria Daily has a policy of allowing nothing like this. They used to occasionally post a "saucy" pic in their drawfriend posts, but even those were tame. The podcast Bronyville similarly doesn't mention this at all, except to respond to it check Ep. The imageboard Derpybooru accepts questionable images, but marks them as such. I hear the imageboard Bronibooru is a bit worse. Tumblr image boards vary widely, but most of them are pretty tame. On boards on nerd sites like 4chan, all bets are off. That's kind of a bullshit thing for you to decide for someone else based on your own experience, though, isn't it? Not to do the FTFY thing but surely the problem there is stalkers, not furries. Wait what, male viewers whether they are adults are children are not supposed to watch and enjoy MLP even if they are watching it with their kids or sisters because it's somehow invading a special preserve of female empowerment? I understand not wanting to sexualize a show aimed at children particularly aimed at female children that actually presents decent role modelling but to tar and feather the whole of the MLP fandom just because some people take that fandom to the extreme or into squicky territory is kinda backwards looking. If I had a son and he really like MLP I would encourage him because honestly it's one of the better written children's shows on TV and even though the quality of the writing seems to be falling off and more stuff like crystal ponies keep getting introduced to increase monetization for Hasbro it's vastly better than many of the other options. Without the mockery, in some ways, this was what the Internet was leading up to. I know it wasn't designed this way, but it's an example of emergence, and it's why the web really is changing the world MetaFilter is as well, as is the fact that I am constantly trying to download sandwiches when I am hungry, because I forget that I can't just download anything I need when I need it. I mean, some of these fan identities might have existed before the web -- there was a sort of proto-web in fanzines and fan communities. But, to paraphrase Malcolm McLaren, one person is crazy, two people are weirdos, three people is a revolution. The web has made it possible to find likeminded people, create virtual communities, and evolve a common identity and community in ways that never existed before. There are two kinds of community building, and I think we're seeing the results of one here and the failure of another. There are bonding social activities, where you get together with like-minded people and do things that strengthen your bond -- posting photos of your favorite My Little Piny characters, creating fanfic, writing glossaries, etc. The trouble with bonding exercises is that, because it is inward-looking, these communities might wind up forging an identity that is in opposition to the mainstream, or to other communities. You see it all the time -- churches split off from each other over difference in reading Bible quotes, birding communities split off over ethics of how to attract birds, community theaters develop a core of actors who actually believe themselves to be in conflict with another core of actors from another community theater. We become tribes, and there are great benefits to tribalism, but when it is too inward-looking, too defined by opposition, it becomes tribal warfare. Then there are bridging social activities, in which groups that are not alike find common events or goals and work together. MetaFilter can be like this, where people from varied backgrounds come together to discuss things that they find mutually interesting, and where there is a structure in place that enforces respectful interaction. But, in the real world, so are things like neighborhood block parties, or music events that are designed to bring together disparate communities, or even parades. The trouble is, if bridging activities don't have mutually beneficial goals in mind, they can quickly devolve into tribes confronting each other -- and the closer the tribes are to each other, the more they will magnify their differences and attach importance, thanks to the narcissism of small differences. So what we had here is a classic internet bridging failure. These two tribes -- who are all but identical to outside viewers, and obviously have quite a lot in common -- are instead interacting over perceived slights and offenses, and the rest of us are laughing. And I think this points to a very basic failure of the web -- that it tends to magnify conflict, even when it is utterly inconsequential. Perhaps especially then. But, then, the web is just a variation of the real world. These bridging moments fail all the time. We as humans need better mechanisms for interacting, and then we can imagine how they might work online. At least the web is good at one of these two kinds of social interaction -- it is superb at bonding opportunities. The last use of hugbox on the blue prior to this was at 1: I had forgotten about the term. Thank you for bringing it back; if you'll excuse me, I have to attend to some miscellaneous internet-entitled types. Gadget at 7: I give it as an instructive example: Yeah, and you can find a lot of other questionable stuff there too. I think that's more DeviantArt than Bronies. Bronyville Ep. Those guys are much much more "into" the fandom than I. Well, in this house all of it, to my knowledge. I dunno, she'll get unrestrained Internet someday but by them there will be a million and one other things to worry about. Now, ask me about the scourge that is in-app purchases, there's a real parenting problem. Charlemagne the thing is, you're a goon, and they're sort of steeped in that "constructive abuse" milieu from back before the internet moved on. I want to watch a show or movie, possibly a docudrama saga or like a Point Break type cult movie, but no whacky sitcoms or cartoons please, about a brave FBI agent who volunteers for a multi-year "deep cover" mission in the furry community where he pretends to be one of them very convincingly, Maybe TOO convincingly. Oh, darling, I know. I am an Old who predates the internet and has encountered most varieties of people "like this. There are some layered and temporally intense phenomena that require the rapidity, illusory sense of wide community, and transgeography that the internet can create - in effect, the internet is an intensifier and amplifier of phenomena previously mostly private and localized. I thought it was just the word used for what Temple Grandin invented. I'll keep that in mind. And I think there's a slippery slope you're getting lost down so that somehow you're conflating Charlemagne saying it's alright to shake your head at someone and chuckle, saying "You're a little bent, dude," and full-on 4chan style bullying and nastiness. I think we're missing the point here, which is that this is fucking hilarious. I just don't think that anything is exempt from mockery. Quite the opposite- I hold to a 'kill your idols' stance. I love Adventure Time, and so do most of my friends, but for some reason there isn't as much adult fanfic and fan art as there is for MLP. I think some 'prudishness' is okay when a kid Googling their favorite show risks stumbling into miles of gory porn. And for adults, having a permanent space where all your flaws are excused isn't healthy. I wish someone had kicked me in the ass at 16 and told me to get off the Internet. In other words, it's actually an event as old as ad-supported media, known by the s as a "publicity stunt. It's never too late. I can do this for you now, if you like. I sympathize with wanting a show aimed at children to remain desexualized, but don't assume that it's only men and boys interested in adding sex to media properties. Holy shit Internet. How much crack must I smoke, before I stop feeling dirty and violated by your sick sick crazy all-devouring need to love and cozy up with, and fuck the shit out of everything until it is dead dead dead?? My first exposure to Something Awful was, I followed a link there from Slashdot years ago, and they had replaced the link target with goatse. Since then I've seen both good and bad things from that site. I view them warily, and think their culture is kind of corrosive, but the people who brought us Boatmurdered can't be all bad. Enforcing social conformity though outright mockery is kinda a time honored tradition on the internet but I definitely agree that in many cases it's not really intended to engage the target constructively in an attempt to help them but rather ostracize them to the point where they remove themselves from the community. Of course for some targets any attention even negative attention just feeds their narcissism so they just escalate and make the environment even more toxic. I understand that it's tempting to call out socially "deviant" behavior but rarely is the internet lynch mob really doing anything other than making the participants feel better about themselves by putting other people down. Yeah it's definitely offputting to a degree for various reasons but I don't think that attacking him is really the way to educate him and is instead more likely to drive him deeper into that internal fantasy landscape. Charlemagne's specific quote on what kind of mocking he went in was that it was based around "There but for the grace of God go I. Reading back, Bunny Ultramod's comment has it. I'll go chastise him for not allowing girls a safe place in pop culture now. American prudishness What? You mean the rest of the world is cool with a 27 year old man "marrying" a cartoon pony? You know, many people think they have this attitude, but there's usually something , if you look hard enough. And there are objectively good things in the world that aren't deserving of mockery. It's easy to become a jaded cynic about everything, but there's no real value in that, you just make yourself depressed and become unable to find any joy in the world. From someone who has learned that the hard way. I'd have issue with him marrying a real pony. A cartoon pony? Mazel tov! Like signal, I've got a little dude at home who watches MLP. Not only do I not feel like he's stepping on girl empowerment, but watching the show helped him shake off some stupid ideas about females he was getting from the sidekicks, damsels in distress, and princesses who passed for female characters in a lot of the "boy" cartoons he was watching. He understands that girls can be heroes now and I'm glad of it. And the way to deal with it isn't to retreat into an easy fantasy world where I marry Princess Marcelline maybe the Ice King is a Brony. It's to force myself to get out among people and work on my issues and work out and TRY to connect with people. And I want to reiterate that nobody is mocking normal guys who watch MLP. I'd probably watch it if it was on. We're mocking members of its highly-visible fandom. JH - you need to apply your basic honesty about games to this. You need to understand how the designer is trying to fuck with you. How the designer is trying to get you to play by bullshit rules, and hoping you won't notice. What do you do? It's the only way to retain your coveted "man card. Where's the harm? To other people, I mean. The way I figure it a core part of personal freedom is the freedom to live your life how you want and not have alleged harm to yourself treated as some kind of danger to greater society unless you're actually hurting someone. I mean, I guess this is a bad example because this dude is actually harassing someone else. Sure, his tone is cordial, but his message is uncomfortably close to the dynamic of "stop looking at my wife or we've got a problem buddy" territory. But it's not deviance that's the problem with that. I think there's a slippery slope you're getting lost down so that somehow you're conflating Charlemagne saying it's alright to shake your head at someone and chuckle, saying "You're a little bent, dude," there is a difference between saying to yourself that a person is crazy and publicizing their name to the internet using your site that has a million views an hour Enforcing social conformity though outright mockery is kinda a time honored tradition on the internet it's a time-honored tradition IRL but nowadays the cops put a stop to it: Anyway, I do not trust anyone that takes it upon themselves to "improve" people unsolicited. When it's one dude, and it's a major website that's doing it, I think it's unethical. It's immensely frustrating to see all the "empathy and tolerance" stuff go out the window because lol internet and it makes me feel like it's all essentially hypocritical, self-pleasing bullshit. Also, without the creepy letter I wouldn't have much issue with this, but it's a little false to be all "if not for prudish Americans, no one would think it odd for a man to think he is in love with a cartoon pony. This, of course, alludes to you I sincerely appreciate the way you're trying to listen to your better angels here. I really do. But there's empathy, and there's failing to tell someone they're using a bidet as a water fountain, you know? I don't think it does this poor guy any favors at all to pretend he's not acting nuts. He wrote it in the letter. I understand what you are saying CiS but it's pretty clear from the second quote that the guy really seems to have no idea that his imaginary vision of Twilight Sparkle might be a different imaginary character than the one in the imagination of porn artist guy. There really seems to be a lack of sarcasm in the quote which makes me feel like the guy is deeply earnest and possessive about his imaginary pony waifu and honestly at that point in time ostracism isn't going to get him to open his eyes. He's probably used to being ostracized indeed being ostracized probably got him going down this apparently very deep rabbit hole. Maybe he'd be forced to admit that TS isn't real if really pressed but the internet lynch mob probably isn't the one to get that done. Indulging fantasies is not the same as raping girls. Given that there will always be a million weird fetishes out there that girls and boys will eventually discover, I think it's missing the point to say that you should be able to claim a 'space' as being kid-friendly when that 'space' is 'everything to do with a particular show' even if it's out of earshot of said girls and boys. Quick Reply Go to Full Editor. Also tagged with these keywords: Apr 20 Need an account? Register now! I've forgotten my password. Remember me This is not recommended for shared computers. Sign in anonymously Don't add me to the active users list. Supercharged The points of the user determines the rank. NOS-ed The points of the user determines the rank. Students under police probe for sex act in train. Taiwan Sweet Beers! Taiwan train derails at least 17 dead. Eventful Sunday - 2 accidents in 5 mins. 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Another blast was planned to follow at the Lexington Armory on 26th Street, with Melville delivering the bomb himself with help from George Demmerle, a newer member Melville had befriended on the Lower East Side. Demmerle, an overly rambunctious radical who not only was a member of the Crazies but also held rank as the only Caucasian member of the Black Panthers, greatly impressed Melville. Had they found his bomb factory? He had to mobilize. The revolution was in full swing. N ot long after the explosive on Centre Street, Demmerle and Melville made their way uptown, to 26th Street. The plan was to chuck the timed bombs onto the large Army trucks parked in front of the 69th Regiment Armory, knowing they would later be brought inside the building. But as Melville approached, he noticed something different than the numerous times they had cased the building. Figuring the action would have to wait for another day, Melville was just about to turn away when he was bombarded from all angles by FBI agents pointing pistols and ordering him to freeze. George Demmerle. Just like Melville, Demmerle was a man who had left his wife and child looking for purpose in life, but instead of becoming a self-appointed revolutionary, he found it as a low-level mole for the government, beginning in But to Melville, Demmerle was just another comrade in the struggle. How the hell am I going to get out of jail, jackass? A month after his outburst in court, Melville pulled another act of desperation. After racing down two flights of stairs, he was apprehended. On May 8, , Melville pled guilty to three charges: He was sentenced to a consecutive run of 31 years. Hughey ended up serving two years, while Alpert absconded. While harbored by members of the Weather Underground, she circulated the feminist manifesto Mother Right to much praise and criticism from the radical left, before surrendering in There, abusive guards were the norm, as were ludicrously sparse rations such as a single bar of soap every other month and one roll of toilet paper given out only once a month. The lone bright spot for Melville was finding prisoners to connect with from the Black Panthers and a likeminded Puerto Rican civil rights group called the Young Lords. Over the course of the next year, Melville sent out a storm of letters decrying the conditions at Attica to lawyers, outside supporters and the New York Commissioner of Corrections, Russell Oswald, while also publishing a handmade newsletter distributed to prisoners on the sly called The Iced Pig. For many both inside and outside of prison walls, this new awareness of incarceration conditions came from George Jackson, the San Quentin inmate who authored the best-selling book Soledad Brother. When word got out that Jackson had been shot dead during a bungled uprising on August 21, , it set off a brooding fury in Attica. In an act of solidarity, Melville led a multiracial phalanx of prisoners wearing black armbands into the mess hall for a very solemn hunger strike. One guard was singled out for a beating so bad he died a few days later. Over the next four days, negotiations were volleyed in and out of the prison walls by journalists, senators and the well-known civil rights lawyer William Kunstler. At the end of the sudden and bloody debacle, nine guards and 29 inmates were dead, with Melville reportedly being one of the first to get picked off. Legend says Melville was in mid-throw of a Molotov cocktail when he was gunned down. As much as that would make for a great dramatic ending to this made-for-TV story, evidence brought up in a civil suit during the s revealed this to be a mistruth, as no such item was found near his body. For an almost year stretch starting in , a group that initially called themselves the Sam Melville Unit carried out a series of bank robberies and bombings across the Eastern Seaboard and the Midwest. Last year, former New York City Police commissioner Bernard Kerik summoned the name of the Melville-inspired group when arguing that the left-wing protest group Antifa should be considered a domestic terrorist group. Arching back in his chair to lend further significance to his statement, he puffs on his cigar and continues. While other girls my age were sneaking off with boys and getting drunk, I was becoming a zealot—and trying to convert my parents. O n a summer Thursday evening, shortly after my 16th birthday, my face was pressed into the maroon carpet again. Mildew filled my nostrils and I coughed. I was mesmerized by the way God moved through her. The Secret Place of the Lord was the place we could dwell if we lived holy lives. In the Secret Place, God would whisper divine revelations to us and show us miracles. I dug my face harder into the floor — lying prostrate was how we humbled ourselves before the Lord. I sang, improvising a new melody to the Lord. I felt something release as I sang, something like the warmth of God. I kept singing and the tears started flowing, as they always did when I prayed long enough. They dripped off my face and darkened the carpet underneath. I was a homeschooled girl with only a smattering of friends. My best friend, Siena, lived just down the road from me, on the pine-speckled canyon seven dusty miles from town. I adored her, but Siena was a public-school jock by then and had way cooler friends than me. I was lonely, and this Pentecostal church had the only youth group in town. Not long after joining, I was all in. I prayed in my room for hours every day. I spoke in tongues and believed I was slaying demons as I prayed in my spiritual language. I threw out all of my secular music. I went on mission trips to spread the Gospel. I cut out my non-Christian friends. I signed a contract promising that I would protect my virginity for my wedding night. My parents were nominal Christians, but not churchgoers. I deserved parents who would guide me into the Things of the Lord. They told me that sin could be passed down for generations and that people born into a spiritual legacy — generations of people who were believers — had a leg up on people like me from heathen families. This came at just the right moment, developmentally speaking: I was leaving behind the childhood fantasy that my parents were perfect and coming to the realization that they were actually just winging this whole parenting thing, and that they sucked at it sometimes. This is a very normal realization for a child, but at the time, it felt irrevocable and huge. Jessa offered to be my spiritual mentor, and I excitedly agreed. I spent many hours in their living room, talking about my hopes and dreams. Jessa stroked her frizzy hair and told me all about the incredible destiny God had for me if I surrendered everything to Him. I clung to every word she said. I wanted to be just like her. You are demonic. We ate a meal of corn on the cob, cherries and grilled chicken, on a wooden picnic table a few yards from the water. I pushed the food on my plate around, sulking. I was thinking of ways I could convert them to my faith. Next to us, the river rushed constantly, filling the spaces between words. As the sun set, we played cards by lantern light. I wanted to mention this, but I thought that it would only stir up trouble. My heart hurt thinking about what my Jacob and Jessa were up to that night. I imagined them praying together, or worshipping around a bonfire, or dissecting passages of the Bible around the dinner table. I longed to be with them. I tried to comfort myself with reassurances that God was both all-powerful and all good and that human suffering was all part of His Plan. But for the first time since I joined the church, those answers came up short. Just 10 days after the fire, I left my hometown to go to a nearby Christian university. I spent that first semester in a fog, trying to make sense of my life. I remember lying on the top bunk in my new dorm room a few weeks into my college career, wondering if my faith made sense anymore, while my roommate used our dorm phone to talk to one of the boys who wanted to date her. I held still and listened. I watched Snow White on the inch TV screen that somebody had donated to me, under a fort of blankets and pillows on the floor. I allowed myself to be whisked away to a time before. A time before the altar calls, before the revivals, before the fire, before the fog. I hid for days in the fantasy of enchanted forests and fairy dust and singing fish, while my peers went to prayer meetings. I stopped trying to read the Bible. None of it made sense anymore. I called Jessa, hoping for a lifeline. I confided in her that God felt so far away. She asked me if I had been praying and reading the Bible enough. I told her that I often tried, but that it all felt so forced. She wore a scowl on her face, and my stomach filled with dread. The whites of his eyes swelled, and dark blotches of sweat stained his shirt. They told me I had the Spirit of Rebellion. They told me my heart was evil. I tried to push back, but they yelled and told me that God would abandon me if I continued to live in sin. I wish I could say I stood up for myself that night, that I ran out of the room and never came back, but the truth is I stayed. I stayed for what felt like hours, crying and letting them pray for my sins. I finally drove home in a blur, my body spent. I knew in that moment I had lost my faith. I moved on with my life without much talk about those fiery Jesus years, as if pretending they never happened made it so. It was years before I began to talk about my experiences in the church and process them for what they were: The more distance I had from the church, the more I could see how brainwashed I had been by fundamentalism. During my teenage years, I lived exactly how Jessa told me to — down to how I dressed and what music I listened to and what friends I was allowed to spend time with and how I spoke and how I approached the world. I believed that by following Jessa and Jacob, I was following God. They had the final word on salvation, eternal life and objective truth. They leveraged my normal human fear of death, and my desire for connection, as power over me. While it hurt at the time, I now look back at their cruelty with gratitude because it was the catalyst for me to claim my freedom. I ran into an old friend from youth group while visiting my parents for Christmas, and she asked me if I attended church. No, I said, quietly, shifting my weight from one leg to the other as we stood in the produce section of my childhood grocery store. I saw sadness in her eyes. I remembered what it was like to be in that world. For years, I believed that people who walked away from their faith would suffer eternally for it. I used to judge the backsliders, and now I was one. The words of my pastors that night so many years ago had been seared into my mind: You have the Spirit of Rebellion. Most of them come from those spiritual legacy families that I used to long for. Often, they are the first to break away from generations of religiously devout people. Some of them have been disowned by their parents, while some are constantly pressured by their family members to come back to the fold, complete with warnings of impending judgment. Compared to their journeys, I had it easy. My rebellion was church. M ichael Bates was caught off guard by a newspaper item he read in late July He and his parents, a retired couple residing in the seaside county of Essex in southeastern England, were being connected to the murder of Italian fashion icon Gianni Versace. Michael, then 44, is a stocky man with close-cropped hair and a tough demeanor. He runs a business harvesting cockles, an edible mollusk found in the North Sea near where he grew up. He squinted at the paper and continued to read. The newspaper laid out the puzzling circumstances of the case. On July 15, , Versace was leaving his opulent Miami Beach mansion when he was gunned down on his front steps by year-old Andrew Cunanan. Allegedly distraught that a rich benefactor had cut him off, Cunanan embarked on a kill rampage across four states, murdering four people before coming back to Miami and shooting Versace for seemingly no reason. When police finally tracked him down eight days later, Cunanan led them on a chase, broke into a houseboat, and shot himself. Reineck was a socialite who loved showing off his Sealand passport and was said to have diplomatic plates from Sealand on his car. Located in international waters and technically outside of the control of Britain, or any other nation, the country straddles a line between eccentric experiment and legal entity of uncertain definition. I'd probably watch it if it was on. We're mocking members of its highly-visible fandom. JH - you need to apply your basic honesty about games to this. You need to understand how the designer is trying to fuck with you. How the designer is trying to get you to play by bullshit rules, and hoping you won't notice. What do you do? It's the only way to retain your coveted "man card. Where's the harm? To other people, I mean. The way I figure it a core part of personal freedom is the freedom to live your life how you want and not have alleged harm to yourself treated as some kind of danger to greater society unless you're actually hurting someone. I mean, I guess this is a bad example because this dude is actually harassing someone else. Sure, his tone is cordial, but his message is uncomfortably close to the dynamic of "stop looking at my wife or we've got a problem buddy" territory. But it's not deviance that's the problem with that. I think there's a slippery slope you're getting lost down so that somehow you're conflating Charlemagne saying it's alright to shake your head at someone and chuckle, saying "You're a little bent, dude," there is a difference between saying to yourself that a person is crazy and publicizing their name to the internet using your site that has a million views an hour Enforcing social conformity though outright mockery is kinda a time honored tradition on the internet it's a time-honored tradition IRL but nowadays the cops put a stop to it: Anyway, I do not trust anyone that takes it upon themselves to "improve" people unsolicited. When it's one dude, and it's a major website that's doing it, I think it's unethical. It's immensely frustrating to see all the "empathy and tolerance" stuff go out the window because lol internet and it makes me feel like it's all essentially hypocritical, self-pleasing bullshit. Also, without the creepy letter I wouldn't have much issue with this, but it's a little false to be all "if not for prudish Americans, no one would think it odd for a man to think he is in love with a cartoon pony. This, of course, alludes to you I sincerely appreciate the way you're trying to listen to your better angels here. I really do. But there's empathy, and there's failing to tell someone they're using a bidet as a water fountain, you know? I don't think it does this poor guy any favors at all to pretend he's not acting nuts. He wrote it in the letter. I understand what you are saying CiS but it's pretty clear from the second quote that the guy really seems to have no idea that his imaginary vision of Twilight Sparkle might be a different imaginary character than the one in the imagination of porn artist guy. There really seems to be a lack of sarcasm in the quote which makes me feel like the guy is deeply earnest and possessive about his imaginary pony waifu and honestly at that point in time ostracism isn't going to get him to open his eyes. He's probably used to being ostracized indeed being ostracized probably got him going down this apparently very deep rabbit hole. Maybe he'd be forced to admit that TS isn't real if really pressed but the internet lynch mob probably isn't the one to get that done. Indulging fantasies is not the same as raping girls. Given that there will always be a million weird fetishes out there that girls and boys will eventually discover, I think it's missing the point to say that you should be able to claim a 'space' as being kid-friendly when that 'space' is 'everything to do with a particular show' even if it's out of earshot of said girls and boys. Bunny Ultramod's comment above is too long to put on a T-shirt and too short to bind into a handbook, although it might make for a decent pamphlet that I'd like to hand out to certain people. As for this brony vs. I feel sorry for him, without judging what he's doing with his life or his emotional choices, because he's already lost. Even though I think that he has every right to idealize a fictional character as a love interest, I don't think that he has any particular right to tell someone else how they should feel about the character, whether it's also to love the character, think it's cute, think that it's a creepily-well-machined pop culture money-vore, or want to fuck it in ways both extremely explicit and utterly improbable. The idea that one is perfectly OK and the other is an abomination unto the internet? Sorry, don't see it that way. In part, it's because the brony-fiance actively sought out pics being posted by this one guy, so it's kind of a matter of him looking for things to be offended by, but it's also because people will get off how they will, and they not only have the right to do so but also to share the things that get them off with others who may also get off on that sort of stuff. And, before you bring them up, no, that does not include pedophilia-oriented materials, because. I'm genuinely sorry if that might involve your kid's favorite cartoon characters, but that's a talk that you'll have to have with them sooner or later anyway. And, really, conveying the notion to them that some people might make pictures of their favorite characters that look stupid or nasty is probably easier to convey than that a grown man wants to marry Twilight Sparkle. I don't think that it's necessary and certainly isn't particularly useful to discourage the Rule 34 artists For The Sake Of The Children, and I don't think that the brony-fiance has much of a case here either, in part because of that "stop looking at my wife or we've got a problem buddy" vibe that Drexen mentions above. I'm really not seeing it. I have no idea why the pony thing blew up like it did, but I really don't think "girls can't have a show, we must ruin it" was ever part of it. And then I mean, for whatever reason, some folks outside of the show's target audience like it and want to talk about it with other similar people. That's, to me, a fundamentally ok sort of thing to have happen. Some portion of that group then made some porn and other stuff, and that makes the internet a risky place for young kids to wander around unsupervised, but I'm pretty sure if a young girl likes the show, her parents can help her find appropriate places to find more stuff; the official site is probably pretty good. It's just shitty and it means you're trying to work the same levers as these guys. It is easy and safe to make fun of something. It is hard and scary to say "I like this, this is good" because then criticism of whatever you like can feel like criticism of your tastes and worth as a person. But what ends up being true is that when you're out there and you're saying "hey I really like YA lit" or whatever, and you can talk about why you like it, then you can really connect with people on that. Sitting in a circle and talking shit is a shallow, ephemeral way to bond with people. The real tragedy is that the six year relationship he refers to was with My Friend Flicka. He dumped her as soon as Twilight Sparkle wiggled her shapely young tail in his direction. Now Flicka's hitting the singles bars, but has a hard time getting served, since all the bartenders want to do is ask "Why the long face? Why isn't the internet is full of fucked up porn of me? I like what you're saying enormously, overall, kavasa. But I am not so sure that I agree with the idea that all expressed enthusiasms on the internet deserve the same respect. This isn't a band this guy likes. It's a cartoon character he believes is his spouse whose honor he must protect. I am not sure where the line should be drawn between unusual enthusiasm and wrongheaded derangement. But I also do not feel this is a borderline case, either. I don't think that the "it's okay to like things" message and the "try not to be a frigging loon" messages are mutually exclusive. Do you guys remember back when entertainment reporters didn't feel the need to bathe everything they wrote in a bathtub's worth of thick, gooey snark? I think I do but it might just all be a fever dream. I do know it's why I quit reading AV Club years ago, though, and it should probably be taken into account that O'Neal the author of the linked article is an old, old friend of mine - fuck, he was best man at my wedding and we played in various bands and generally raised a lot of hell together. I tend to stay away from his site because I encounter enough bitter snark in real life; I don't need to seek it out on the internet. Has any corporation ever successfully cease-and-desisted a marriage? That seems like a very possible outcome here. O'Neal's snark is my favourite thing about the AV Club, and the reason that I check it multiple times a day. DirtyOldTown the guy is not the focus here. OK I went ahead and read the whole letter and I would like to float the idea that maybe, just maybe, this might be a bit of a put-on. Let's take it too teh Googles! PONY pr0n: About 1,, results 0. About 23, results 0. This isn't a fandom. It's a gangbang. Wait what item? You don't seek out snark but you hang out on Mefi? I thought the only currency of any worth on the blue was the cold hard lucre of freshly minted snark and the resultant bounty of favorites. And yet, here you are. That is exactly it kavasa , thanks. Thing is I'm very open about what I'm enthusiastic about, and I'm fine with other people doing the same, and I have no problem with normal MLP fans. But why can't we mock people who build their identity around being erotically attracted to cartoon ponies? And if I did, I'd be mocked for it. My brother said hearing about Fallout: Equestria got him interested in Fallout, which is Do not taunt happy fun internet. And you tell me to check myself before I wreck myself. Metafilter has quite a bit to offer other than snark, and tearing shit down isn't what this place is about. Well, anymore at least - Mefi was once a very different place, just as I was once a very different person should any of you decide to pull up some of the mean shit I've said here in the past. It's probably time to get a new account. I'm out, now kids. I'm sorry some folks' self-worth is so tied up into adult men obsessing over a cartoon for little girls. I'm very disappointed. The part where he takes his plushie out on dates in public is the part that made me lose my shit right there. It's sad To paraphrase good ol' TJ, it neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg if a dude has sepia-tinged sexytimes with a pony plushie. I'm guessing he picks up the tab a lot. I call BS, that letter is a joke. Although now I know about the Deviant Art My Little Pony stuff and some people's Christmas presents are taken care of for years to come so reading it wasn't a total waste of my time. The only time I come across this sort of thing is as an object of ridicule, but I would genuinely love to see some unironic documentation of such a relationship. Does anything like that exist? Is it even possible to take photographs of someone on a date with a love pillow phrasing? I'm afraid I wouldn't know where to start such a search. I would genuinely love to see some unironic documentation of such a relationship. There is this guy who's made the rounds of reality TV shows MTV true life, my weird obsession talking about his collection of "real doll" girlfriends. I can't remember his name but it's something like "Charmaigne" posted by sweetkid at 9: DirtyOldTown , in the same sense that hard cases make for bad law, edge cases in any given fandom don't necessarily have anything significant to say about that fandom. I liked the Harry Potter books, enough to get my own copies even though I started reading them well into my adulthood, and I don't feel the need to have to defend that because an adult at a bookstore event for the publication of one of the books got so enraged at losing a costume contest to a child that they expressed the desire to poke that kid's eye out with their wand. True story. DirtyOldTown - yeah I feel you, they're of course pretty different. But even if you're not according them the same level of respect, I still don't think Charlemagne's position "we're doing it for their own good" holds any water. The reason we make fun of people is generally to feel better about ourselves, and there's always going to be someone lower on the ladder, right? It would probably help if you tried to read and think about what's been said instead of pointing at two numbers and how one's bigger or coming up with something about self worth what? I mean I get why you're angry about it, but come on. Charlemagne - because almost any inflection point between acceptable and unacceptable levels or areas of hobby is arbitrary. Some of his coworkers were literally aghast that he actually plays dungeons and dragons , like, omg. I'm not getting this across very well. What ends up happening with that sort of culture, in my experience, is really poisonous. Cliques, the appointed taste leaders, scandals where a taste leader is discovered to actually do Some Uncool Thing, etc. And - here look I know I'm getting all psychoanalysis on the internet here - but I've seen the sort of "I have been a sad nerd before! And I like these sad nerd things! But I am still cool because I'm not like Francis over there" thing you're doing before and it's just not a great place to be. Sorry, I'm being really patronizing. But I promise it's better to just own the shit you like without feeling the need to publicly point out how you're ok but those other people aren't. Exceptions are shit that spirals into real world harassment or other real world bad behavior, and I'm extremely leery of drawings etc that veer into pedophilia. Well, having been a post-teen in the 60's I was exposed to Tiny Tim. You really have to have witnessed this to appreciate the breadth and depth of the trauma. Mine, I mean. For example, his wedding. On the Johnny Carson Show. To Miss Vicki. I could handle the falsetto and the ukulele, but his obvious and abject sincerity really got to me. Tiny Tim's, I mean. My credulity meter has been permanently fucked. I am so sorry I remembered this. So, okay. I love horses. And Mules. But he--this guy-- loves a cartoon mare. Fair enough. Who am I to judge? Still, he has no right to be jealous. This is the guy I was thinking of. Although my kid sister had the original MLP's back in the mid's, and I was aware of the rebooted cartoon, I had never heard of Bronies. Wow, that's something. Some of his coworkers were literally aghast that he actually plays dungeons and dragons, like, omg. This is full-on, Chick Tract , "No, not Blackleaf! This whole thread is Geek Social Fallacy 1: Ostracizers Are Evil. What gets me is how sexualized and violent MLP fandom can get and I'm not sure why. And for people who say that mocking is destructive You make some valid points. However, just for perspective I'd offer this: The way you felt about the person who wrote that craaaaazy letter? And yeah, it was. That might not be dissimilar to how I felt discovering that "brony" was an actual word and several of you were already familiar with it. On reflection, it probably is disingenuous to suppose it could ever help the guy to call out his disconnect with reality, particularly by taking the piss. But then, if we're going to be frank about what will or won't come of mocking him, it probably bears mention that a guy so committed to a cartoon wife probably doesn't give two shits whether a comment questioning his sanity gets a dozen likes on MetaFilter. I find myself in the odd position of admiring the people calling for kindness and empathy to this man, even as I still feel pretty comfortable pointing and laughing. Oh no, someone whom we kneejerkingly regard as a weird social outcast writes a strongly worded, abnormal letter to someone who we'd also kneejerkingly regard as a weird social outcast and then latter one decides to air the grievances on the internet? Wow, could we get anymore normal by not being these guys? The snark train is sure to be chugging away on this one! So it's like a MLP "waifu". I'm pretty sure most waifu guys are pretty much aware it is on one level fantasy and on another revel totally ridiculous. For something completely befuddling, I just saw this "serious otaku" German review of something called an "onahole". You missed the point. So however high or low up the ladder you think you are, there are always people "above" you. And while I love the geek social fallacies thing, it really doesn't apply here. I have ejected people from groups and events for being shitty, see my "real world" exceptions above. The other things you said are the same are also not. Analogies are not proofs. The time to use an analogy is when someone doesn't understand your point of view because it's too alien to them. Correct response to unacceptable behavior: This is why this isn't a geek social fallacy. Incorrect response: So basically unless you are actually friends with this particular cartoon pony and she's really creeped out by this guy and you have some plausible way of getting him to move on, all you're doing is trying to cement yourself as more awesomer than him. I occasionally read a site known as Fandom Wank every so often. As one could probably ascertain from the name, they specialize in observing and discussing the weirder reactions to various fandoms; the site recently celebrated its tenth anniversary, and people have been reviewing some of the "wanks from the past" - including: The one about the guy who considers himself in a polyamorous relationship with his girlfriend and his horse KMZ referred to it above - it is known to members as "His wife? The one with two women who separately believe themselves to be each in her own mystic marriage to Severus Snape not Alan Rickman, mind you, Severus Snape and end up getting into a fight over who Snape loves more. I have just submitted a post to Fandom Wank about this issue, as it seems to combine all three of these classic tales into one. MLP tulpas are just another unintended side effect of exposing rinpoches to the internet. Several commenters: When strangers on the internet start teasing, it's not a gentle and affectionate corrective because the relationship of support isn't there, and it crosses into meanness a lot sooner and more easily. A Discourse on and Defense of the Waifu Movement. Thanks for indulging the slight derail with those links. The Real Doll is probably the perfect subject for this sort of thing, being so piquantly photogenic and all. I guess what I'm really saying is when he describes a "beautifully hand made custom Twilight Sparkle plushie [ Gadget Hackwrench pr0n That series was cancelled before the first web browser was invented. I'm pretty sure that this is a masterfully executed wind-up. It's unhinged enough to be simultaneously compelling, hilarious, and terrifying while still maintaining a semblance of plausibility. Not an easy needle to thread by any means! Compliments to the author. You truly are the "best of the web". We should be careful with the word violent. I'll admit there are some bronies who have unfortunate sexual fixations on pastel cartoon horses, but I've never heard of anyone ever coming to blows over it. But since we're saying "can get" and not "is" It's because it's an innocent kids cartoon. The domestic violence support group has uncovered a series of disturbing posts, urging followers to 'share and shame' the page, which has since been removed from Facebook. Well pretty much everything disgusting you can possibly think off,' Red Heart Campaign wrote. The invites-only group has been notoriously known for its degrading comments and explicit photographs. Men have shared photographs of other women, with members making vile comments on their appearance. In one of the sickening posts, a man jokes about having sex with his girlfriend's cousin and two of her friends after she cheated on him. She cheated and used me for cash so she could buy meth. I won,' he claimed. Another man weighed in on the alarming discussion, claiming: I won. In another disturbing post, one man labelled women as 'emotional beings'. A virgin can cry having sex for the first time. A woman may cry while having sex due to hormones alone,' he wrote. Only an angry woman that interprets a gang bang as gang rape. Your interpretation of a gangbang, which many women love and often arrange on their own accord, is disgusting. You're comparing apples to oranges love. Some men would share photographs of other women on the page, where members would voice their opinion. The page, which has over , followers, has been a platform for men to discuss their views on women. The page encourages men to discuss about rape, revenge porn and violence against women stock image. Featured false. Waits at ferries, border crossings Air Date: April 19, Northern Ireland shooting a 'terrorist incident' Air Date: Watch more here Teens dismissive of concerns about alleged rave sexual assault. The pictures appeared on the site the next day. 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Having read the article I'd like to praise Sean O'Neal, who's been bringing delightful snark to the AV Club Newswire for at least a year, always against deserving targets. Do we have to blame trainwrecks like this on the Internet? I mean, this is a nice neighborhood. This is where I download audio from the Library of Congress Small girl gangbang fuck photo shit.

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PONY is actually pretty light on this kind of thing: I am no spokesperson for the group though, and have no numbers; this is Small girl gangbang fuck photo the impression I get. People like this existed before the Internet. The Internet just lets them connect with other people with the same sort of strangeness easier and faster.

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I mean, I daresay it would be nice if there could be things, especially kids TV shows, which were never sexualized by anyone, but that's just not human nature, and I don't see how that's inherently rapacious. And sometimes 'tough love' is needed. If my hobbies and obsessions didn't force me to interact with other people I could easily Small girl gangbang fuck photo up in the rabbit hole. Guys into sex with ponies are into fucking women Small girl gangbang fuck photo into their place, and not.

The popular face of the fandom is creepy males, not young girls. and the endless awkward pictures of grown men in pony costumes who finally Look at Slap*Happy's comments above: It's not a fandom, it's a gangbang. “Well, there's this one gang bang,” I start, looking over at his face to see a reaction.

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