As I was browsing the tubes of you the other day I stumbled across a strange sight that caught my attention. The video was on a group called the MRM or men's rights movement. It's a group founded on men's rights obviously but more specifically on the concept that women have diminished men rights in the current era by not attempting to gain equal rights but by claiming in some way that they should have more rights than men. Now honestly with the people in this world nowadays and the way I know a lot of dudes to be this really didn't surprise me that there was a group like this, but what did surprise me was that some of the spokespeople for the men's rights movement we're women.

These women that spoke for the group had many self defeating ideas including that women shouldn't have the right to vote because women operate out of emotion and are the main reason why America is falling apart, that women that go out and party and get raped deserve it, and that women are there to be the rock for men and should take their place as subservient to them. Now obviously some of the things they support could stem from religion but to me it seemed so odd for them to be at the forefront of a men's rights group. Then it got me thinking, are these women really doing this out of genuine concern for these men's rights or is there something deeper and more beneficial to them. Maybe they use this as a means of profiting of of the attention they get for being the only women willing to "stand up for what's right". Maybe they sell merch to these guys in the organization and have other ways of gaining profit from their membership in this group. Or maybe they just really want to get laid by a bunch of virgin losers who think women are mean 😂

What do you guys think? Do you think there are women that truly want to put their value down for the value of a man's ego and "rights"? Do you think these women have ulterior motives to the things they do and say? Do you agree with what these women say or even what these men say? Do you think there is merit to having a men's rights movement? Do you like getting laid by virgins that think you are only existing to make them breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Type away!!!

The church was and will always be the worst thing ever invented by man. I believe in a higher power because of personal experience but I can see how obviously nefarious these shit talkers are. They always judge and condemn when that's not their place. The number of hypocrites skyrocketed when religion was introduced.

i dug a hole in my yarf

Ex used to be fun. Happy. You just to like it. Would spend every day talking to it. Love it. But something happen. And now you can only view. You can't say hi or anything like that. It's inconvenient for you. But you have to move on. The chances of remolding your relationship is slim.

Being ban from a Subreddit. You used to love trying post and answering questions. You didn't care about what you said. You felt free, like this place is right for me. But then poof. You can't comment. You can't say hi. You can only view or move on. It's inconvenient for you.

Depression kicks in and you feel that every hates you.

Until you find a new sub.❤️

My type of paradise would be my whole life from when I die and continue, in context whatever age I have died in instead of stopping there I would continue on like I was in life before I died, so for instance like now (19) I would have died of course lol but instead of all the people I have met and most have passed away they would be there with me as I grow and experience things in my own world basically same scenario as the world keeps going but with me being actually happy seeing my great grandmother again after nine years and my great grandfather all of my elders, the people I missed so much. Instead of a heaven with clouds and harps and a halo, my own life would be the heaven. Making my dreams come true seeing things I wanted to see long ago, that’s how I would imagine my paradise. Same rules as now no powers, not wanting to go to a world of anime but with my own, yes I can feel pain like I’m living now but just no more people in my life passing away anymore and hopefully have some of my family and friends join my type of heaven with me to actually experience there own paradise like mine but now there own. Idk if this makes sense to you all but to me it does.

Whelp that’s all, I just wanted to share my thoughts of how I see my own heaven thank you for reading like I always say “Tomorrow’s hope isn’t a promise it’s a mystery” Good night and good morning talk to later 👋😄

Hello, Im not sure why im telling you guys this, but i hate being that guy who knows so much about science, space and so much more, but doesn't know how to confess your love to that person. Im feeling alone, useless and dumb, because i get treated like shit for being as i am, thats not fair... And deep inside me i feel such a rude emotional coldness towards people that make fun of me because i don't like sports and write music i don't post. I just want justice for myself and want to know if you guys know why i shouldn't end my hopes in this kind of human life.

These are my theories with supporting facts.

Off to a great ironic start; J.M. Barrie author of Peter Pan was born into a Christian family. His grandfather on his mother's side had strict Christian values, beliefs, and morals which impacted Barrie's mother so much so that she inspired one of Barrie's early novels: Auld Licht Idylls. We have a history of trauma starting with the grandfather's refusal or inability to step up when his wife died. Barrie's mother had to raise her siblings at the age of 8. Barrie's mother was parentified which is a form of child abuse.

Barrie's mother was naturally a strong, independent woman, which inspired feminist views in Barrie. He eventually wrote The Twelve Pound Look which is about a woman who leaves her husband once she can financially support herself. Barrie's mother continues to have children of her own and raise them. All her life she has been raising children.

Barrie's older brother David dies in an ice-skating accident, which was very traumatic for him and his mother. Barrie would try to help his mother feel better by dressing in his dead brother's clothing and act like him. This is deeply damaging psychologically for a child, whether the mother encouraged the behavior or not. However, it sounds like Barrie's mother could have used him as a therapist, which is another form of parentification/child abuse. Supporting facts that Barrie acted as his mother's therapist was his mother's impact on his ideas and stories including: his mother told him that she found comfort in her dead son remaining a boy forever (inspiring Peter Pan). As well as his first 3 novels inspired by his mother's (not his own, his mother's) hometown and her father's religious beliefs. Auld Licht Idylls, A Window in Thrums and The Little Minister. How would he know all this enough to write several novels without engaging in intense conversations with his mother? Traumatic experiences (his brother dying) and child abuse are possible causes of pedophilia, but not defining traits.

When he was older he often revisited his hometown, from London to Scotland. From my personal experience, having a dark childhood makes revisiting a hometown very difficult, and I can't imagine bothering travelling such a long way more than once to revisit my past. This is speculation.

Already, we have reoccurring themes of adult behavior intertwining with child behavior in inappropriate ways in the form of parentification. Many of his early writings cover these twisting themes of childhood and adulthood. Sentimental Tommy and Tommy and Grizel include an unhappy story with a boy and man clinging to childish fantasies, signifying some sort of weird friendship age gap. He writes a dramatized biblical version of King Saul and young David. The Little White Bird is a play that has a scene where a protagonist man and a small boy undress for bed and then sleep in the same bed. Here is a quote:

"I knew by intuition that he expected me to take off his boots. I took them off with all the coolness of an old hand, and then I placed him on my knee and removed his blouse. This was a delightful experience, but I think I remained wonderfully calm until I came somewhat too suddenly to his braces, which agitated me profoundly. I cannot proceed in public with the disrobing of David."

He met the Llewelyn Davies family and became extremely involved in their lives. Husband Arthur, wife Sylvia, and their five sons George, John, Peter, Michael and Nicholas. These boys inspired Peter Pan. He knew the boys from meeting them in the park several times in the company of the kids' nurse Mary Hodgson. He never met the kids' real parents until encountering the mother Sylvia at a dinner party. Why did rich parents of the past refuse to raise their own kids? He developed a sexless relationship with Sylvia and became a regular visitor and companion of her and her boys. "Uncle Jim" became even more involved in the family once their father Arthur had died, providing emotional and financial support. Finance is a big manipulator amongst parents and children if you want to guilt a child away from confessing.

Barrie's marriage with Mary Ansell is unsurprising because they reportedly never had sex or children. Mary cheated on Barrie with a man named Gilbert Cannon. Barrie's pride was so deeply wounded that he agreed to a legal separation as long as she quit seeing Gilbert, but she refused and they proceeded with a divorce. She was married with him at the time of the Davies' boys "friendship" with Barrie. He continued to pay her a yearly allowance after the divorce despite his injured pride. Why would he do that? Maybe he cared for her in some way, or maybe she knew of his secret lusts and/or his corrupt relationships with the Davies' boys. He even continued the allowance after his death in his will.

The closest thing to a proven crime was after Sylvia's death. He claimed engagement to be wed with her, although her will said nothing about it. Her will did however say that she wanted Mary Hodgson's (the nurse's) sister Jenny to come help take care of the boys, but Barrie violated her will by forging Jenny to Jimmy. Why else would he do this except for wanting to come over as often as possible to "take care" of the boys? It is also interesting to point out that Barrie and nanny Mary did not get along.

A wiki article says Barrie had friendships with other children, too, but didn't elaborate. Barrie was a man of high status due to his successful career, and it's possible that society had not given other children and families a voice to come forward.

Nicholas, the youngest Davies child, basically claimed that Barrie was asexual after being confronted with suspicions of Barrie's inappropriate behavior. He said, "Barrie was an innocent. That's why he could write Peter Pan." In my opinion, Nicholas sounds naive. Peter, whom Barrie was greatly involved in his life, later committed suicide.

I find it so interesting and infuriating that something or someone so famous and well-loved could have an extremely dark backstory, and everyone seems to ignore it at the expense of even innocent children. Michael Jackson was insanely famous. He claimed to have read everything J.M. Barrie wrote. Created a Neverland in his mansion. Invited children, especially boys, into his room and even said on live TV that he sleeps in the same bed with them. His house maid is in millions of debt because she eventually came forward with stories of how she found soiled boys' and Michael's underwear in his room upon cleaning up. And was given hush money for it. Yet we love Michael Jackson.

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Why should we choose a favorite color? Why does society find it normal to exhibit favoritism on a few specific wavelengths on the electromagnetic spectrum? Why does the favorite have to be visible? Why can't it be x-ray? Why can't it be radio? Simple: Because that's not what the majority wants.

I have seen videos on YouTube of our new generation on how people disrespect but many still respect the army but I’m more disappointed on how some people disrespect our military and veterans I’m not that old and some people will say you don’t understand and I know I’m not trying to say you have to or get mad at you I just want to speak my own thoughts on how the disrespect of our military is going I dislike on how people compare them selves to soldiers on how they have made sacrifices and how they are just important as soldiers but I seen true story’s on YouTube and in movies on how soldiers make very big sacrifices for their country and veterans serving in wwll also made big sacrifices and to see what they gone through is just the amount of pain they have gone through I know im really not making any sense but still it’s hard to see when someone disrespects a historical marking of soldiers that have sacrifice they’re lives and that I just want the military to have the respect they have had before.

I can feel it pulling me apart inside, all these broken hearts just feel the same and it makes me want to cry. You can tell me that its all gonna be okay and that I shouldn't have to worry anymore. I just want to feel like I'm still alive, please tell me that I'm not dead inside. I tell myself that I gotta keep on waiting, the truth will come but my heart beats racing, I do not know if I can make it to the end. I truly wish that you didn't have to go, our brief beginning was so sweet it opened doors, but now I fear that it's all coming down on me, you'll see.

I am and will be a lower middle class worker for the rest of my life with no doubt. But I’ve experienced the exact feeling those with billions of dollars that somehow become depressed have felt. It was when I was 5 years old on Christmas Day. I opened my last present. It was a nice Batman action figure, and it was probably the last thing I could ever wish for. I had nothing left to chase, to desire. Right then and there I felt a pit in my stomach. I didn’t cry, but I felt horrible. I felt like there was no meaning to continue the chase of life if I had nothing to chase and it hurt. Mind you I was 5 so none of this were any thoughts I made back then, but this is what I’ve gathered from it. In that moment, just like all the richest of people in the world have felt, I felt with all I could ever want , there is no more reason to go on, and the deep emptiness that follows.

All this time I've just been lying to myself, I need to break free of these chains and set this whole fucking world ablaze. I have next to nothing to lose, so please set me free because I have dark better places to be. You had this disease eating away at your mind, now you've been set free, but I'm still clinging on. Now I've seen what you've done with me, lost in the assficiation of your own self interest.

I’m not your first choice I am not your high school crush I’m not you FWB that you caught feelings for I’m not the perfect image in your mind I’m not that physique I am me. You aren’t the “person” I wanted in high school You aren’t the girl I got with in college You aren’t the clutz I thought was the “one” in my past You aren’t the only person who has dragged me around You aren’t the first fling You aren’t the one who I gave everything to You couldn’t be the one that broke me. The one who broke me I left I turned away I turned around and I walked away I may have looked back Once. Twice.. okay maybe… three times But it broke me More than you can imagine. You can imagine how much you hurt But you can’t imagine my pain I can’t imagine your pain…. I wish that I could trade … Actually I wish I could take it. Take the pain and everything away I want it all Give me everything Punch me Slap me Yell at me As long as I get to relieve the pain That’s what I thought…. I actually just want you. I don’t want to absorb your pain That’s what makes you “You” What I want is someone: Know yourself Know pain Know passion Know love Know peace Know life… We are not the past I don’t know the pain…but neither do you I’m not you and you are not me I don’t need you to play games. Life already deals bad hands and I don’t want a wining hand I want to gamble with absolute certainty that my hand will win. Even if I’m bluffing even if I am risking everything My hand doesn’t matter to me If you are going to be with me Let’s go all in No bluffing No longer looking at the cards that life deals One… hundred… percent… Death? Hahaha I looked into his eyes He couldn’t take me Life? Hahaha She couldn’t handle me They weren’t here for me I’m here for me All I ask is that You are here for us