The message has been sent, and I received it loud and clear. I, like every other man, am a rapist. Guilty! The court of female public opinion has spoken, the verdict rendered, and the sentence pronounced. It's off to the gallows. I think rather than request a last meal, I'll just ask for March to the Scaffold to be played. Seems appropriate
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Of course my pain doesn't matter, because this isn't about me. I have been, unfairly I think, lumped into two groups to which I don't belong. I have never ever done anything to a woman that was inappropriate, and upon occasion I have even stopped anything from happening when "she" was the aggressor. So I don't think I belong in the bowl period.
But that issue aside, I am a fantastic listener. In fact, I've been accused of listening by many. I may be mistaken, but I believe that even you made that observation once. I may well be wrong about that, but I think you did. I remember the details of when, but it doesn't matter. So, at least in my opinion, my listening skills aren't the issue. Unlike others (perhaps) I don't need to be told "Sometimes, your role is to shut up and listen although a good number of people in my feed seem to think I should see that. It's just real hard to listen when your busy trying to avoid bleeding out from the open wound. Even so, I still listen.
There is one thing I haven't heard, and I don't expect to hear. But I am listening...and I haven't heard a whisper of conversation or dialogue. I've not heard a minute of civil discourse. I've seen a few structured essays, complete with numbered solutions or ideas, but they all include the two things that are guaranteed to ensure they fail.
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