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Hey. Here to vent and just talk about my experience and how to get over what has happened. Two days ago was my birthday and I am turning 28. I have been in almost a three year relationship with my boyfriend (living together for almost two years and shared pets) who is 37. We have been rocky since December. We have just started seeing a couples counselor and for the past three weeks have attempted to men our differences. I have been staying with my parents on the weekdays and him on the weekends (was living in a house he owned). We have been having a good time with intentional activities together and I have been trying to work on my short comings in therapy. He has been hesitant to put in effort in the relationship ship in the ways I need and I wanted to not be around him during the week because I WFH and he has been unemployed for over two years.
Well. We got into a fight on Tuesday and came close to breaking up. We didn’t break up and agreed go still see each other for my birthday on Friday (I took the day off work because he was going to plan something special). Thursday was my birthday and he texted me “happy birthday!” I called him and just acted normal and asked what we had planned. He was weird on the phone and quiet, he seemed like he didn’t really want to do something and I asked what’s up. One thing lead to another and he ended up saying that he wanted to break up because things have not been working for some time. I was so emotional and pathetically pleaded with him to get back with me. He said he wasn’t going to change his mind and said that he isn’t getting what he needs out of this relationship. I told him it is hard for me to show up in the ways he needs when he can’t do the same for me.
We spent a few hours throughout the day on the phone and ultimately the conclusion was to break up. My birthday felt like a wash and I have just been in my head and feeling like shit since. I thought we were going to be forever and it’s so painful that I felt like he took a special day away from me. I don’t feel entitled to much and usually like to do things for others, but I genuinely was looking forward to the weekend and plans I made with some friends for my birthday and now I’m just wallowing in self pity.
Anyway. I just wanted to share and let everyone know that no matter what life works out in seemingly funny and ironic ways. I’ll get through this and so will you! All we have is ourselves and when you think you know and love someone, they can still surprise you with awful and selfish behavior.
TLDR: I got dumped on my birthday over the phone by my partner of three years.
I can't keep quiet any longer. I have to tell the world the truth. I am being blackmailed. Recently a man/group threatened to severally harm me or kill me if I do not continue to give him more ideas to hurt people and the US government by using Mormonism as a coverup. I am refusing to do so, but he goes on threatening and I have no reason to believe he will give up except perhaps I bring this to light. I wish I had more evidence. I hate how the church breeds this kind of maliciousness. If I had known people of this degree of evil existed within the church I would have left a long time ago.
Their is a sub-cult of Mormons within the "The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints" who planned and executed the Insurrection on the United States Capital by allying with other underground or terror groups such as The Proud Boys and manipulating all of them. To put it all as simply as possible, I was still a believing Mormon back in Jan 2019. However, a member confused me by shaking my hand in a strange way. He was new to the ward at the time and only just met him. Essentially he took me into an empty side room in the church and claimed the handshake was a secret he used in the military. However, he acted very odd about it and told me to not tell anyone. I didn't for many months. However, I had heard about secret handshakes in the temple and theorized that perhaps they are used as a secret non-verbal form of communication. Thus, I was convinced he had accidently used it on me. I can't explain all the details, but later I became convinced that the church was communicating with me non-verbally for some reason I did not know. So, I prayed to god and the answer was to find the bishop and tell him something (I will not say at this time what or why). However, our ward had been split into two and there were 2 bishops. I found the other wards bishop (because the other one wasn't available) after noon or so on one of the Sundays in Jan 2019 and shook his hand then we went into a side room. I don't recall everything we talked about. However, it turned out he had been released as bishop.
What followed was just unfathomable. First, when I told this released Bishop what I thought I was supposed to, I got called a liar. He gaslighted me to the point I apologized just to make him stop getting angry. Then we had this weird heart to heart thing talking about our lives. He told me he had been in the military and was about to move to Utah. He said he hated the US government for things he witnessed in Afghanistan. To change the subject I then told him I sometimes write books as a hobby and asked if he wanted to write a book. He initially said no, but later changed his mind as we continued to talk. But, as I started coming up with ideas for the book, he became angry again. I then allowed him to come up with ideas. He just seemed to have an easy trigger at getting angry. That was when he told me he had the crazy fantasy of doing an Insurrection. We started combining our ideas together. He somehow convinced me we were playing the bad guys in the story-as if we were roleplaying. So we made up a bunch of crazy ideas. He claimed he could make it all happen. I just took it as acting. The story involved a bunch of events before the second coming of Jesus Christ. MY original idea involved two men becoming Anti-Christ's and were going to cause all sorts of havoc across the earth. Things would get so bad because of a new war that Jesus would be the only one to stop it.
But, as things got worse and worse I became suspicious he MIGHT BE FOR REAL! What really triggered it all was he suddenly starting asking me what I wanted out of it all-as if we had been conspiring. When I said no, he became a little angry again(hope you see the trend). What followed next was this weird veiled set of threats. At the end he basically had threatened me to destroy my car (which he did) and send people after me to kill me if he was ever caught or if any of this didn't work- which is ambiguous in and of itself. This previous bishop has in fact been successful in completing all these events; many which I have not said. One of the ideas was to infect the FBI. I tried to call and meet with local authorities, called the FBI twice, sent an email to a political leader, and sent an email of info to the CIA. The only ones who responded were the local authorities and the FBI. But, it was the same each time. They wanted more evidence than I had. I'm tempted to post the evidence I do have but then I might get in trouble because of it. I'm trapped where I live because I am running out of money. I am somewhat depressed, but sort of coming out of it. In no particular order here is more info I can say without saying names or other identifying information:
The president of the LDS Church was manipulated by this group. He was told to try to get the marriage equality bill passed some time ago. That was MY idea; not his. The church was also told to come up with ways to preen the heard so to speak. This was also my idea. There are more things which I said that I can't recall at this time, but the most important one which the President of the LDS Church needs to know is that I spoke about how lesser authorities will sometimes plot against the upper leaders to kill them and take their spots or to use their connections to manipulate them. I do not know or fully understand this released Bishops next plans, but even though I have left the church now, The president of the Church's life might be in jeopardy and I am sure this previous Bishop will tug any strings he can to use his connections. The church has a mole that neither member nor non-member would approve of.
Christians and Jews are being manipulated. They are being lied to in an effort to control them, using them against each other, and other groups.
This mole group has also been involved in various other destructive tactics such as spreading misinformation and hatred to create various divides between groups such as white vs black, rich vs poor, straight vs LGBT, and so on. They hate the USA. This released Bishop is taking advantage of the church's connections with China as well. The president of the Church needs to find this guy and weed him out.
If I recall correctly, their next plan is to target the LGBT+ community with the goal of their extinction. I would suggest everyone in this group buy weapons and armor of every kind to defend themselves. This makes everything extremely complicated since so many religious people are against the LGBT and have been led to believe so many lies about them. I don't know how to solve any of this.
Worst of all I can't just get up and move. I am trapped where I am because of strange blackmail. I can't ever trust a Mormon again in my life.
Can anyone suggest who to talk to about this? Who can we trust anymore? Who can I give the evidence to so I can live in peace to some degree? The FBI isn't going to help. Why did I have to get caught up in something so beyond my nature? I need advice! I have been ignoring this for far too long because of real fear. I am going to post every day I can and everywhere I can until I see results. I have since left the LDS Church, but I am being harassed by them through other people who are not even Mormon. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm living in fear every day.
I’m a 6’0 woman and my sister is 5’3 -5’4. We look identical yet people have asked me if I am secretly a dude . I also feel like when I enter the female restroom I scare other woman ; I have been mistaken for a dude by a cashier when I had a pixie haircut . People have assumed I’m gay due to my height and wearing sweatpants /tshirts . Lastly I’ve had men want to fight me and be aggressive towards me
These interactions have traumatized me and led me to become subconsciously more girly . I grew my hair out , wear makeup daily , and dress more stereotypically feminine to protect myself and my gender
I am not sure why but I noticed hyperfeminity is expected from taller woman or we no longer are seen as woman
Like to be a woman is to be under a certain height which is messed up since woman come in all heights
I only get attention from older men. By 'attention', I mean receiving compliments, comfort (when I'm feeling down) and affection. It's usually online, though I've had experiences with older men IRL cat-calling me and trying to talk to me. I'm not sure if it's because I'm more traditionally attractive in their eyes, because I'm young, or mature for my age.
I feel like I'm nearly invisible to the boys at my school. I'm viewed as intelligent, so they're likely to ask for help with their school work, but nothing else. I'm not ugly, nor am I dead-drop beautiful like the girls they're interested in (at least in their eyes, I know everybody's perspectives are different). Perhaps it's how I present myself, as I am not apart of the 'popular kids', don't have TikTok and haven't started doing 'cool things' until very recently (like smoking and drinking).
I do get attention from men my age online, but it's way less than the amount of older men that try to pursue me.
Is it because I'm prettier online, and am able ro present myself a certain way? Is it because I'm too 'mature' for the boys my age? Is it because older men tend to be more desperate and willing to go for somebody like me? What is it? I feel like I'm inadequate and never going to get attention from boys my age, meaning I'll never have that 'teenage romance' experience.
Hey! As the post says, looking for some no strings attached fun in the DFW area! I can host today or travel later this evening if needed. I am not really looking for a date night scenario, just looking to meet and if we vibe then have alot of fun! No MEN please .. please.
About me: Super laid back, 25 year old, latino italian, taller with average body build. Pics in profile, can send more if needed!
Thanks! Have a great day!
Jeg går på en bachelor studie som jeg skal fullføre neste år, men jeg vet at denne studieretningen skal ikke gi meg noe arbeidsmuligheter med mindre jeg tar en master. Det vil jeg ikke gjøre akkurat nå, fordi jeg har funnet et annet bachelor studie som skal gi gode arbeidsmuligheter og som jeg syns er ekstremt spennende.
Dersom jeg skal søke det studiet til neste år, hvordan skal poengene mine bli regnet ut (de jeg skal søke med)? Planen er jo å fullføre bacheloren jeg holder på nå, og søke rett etterpå, men skal karakterene mine på NTNU ha noe å si for de poengene, eller skal jeg ha samme mengde poeng som da jeg søkte til nåværende bachelor (fra videragående)?
We start the night after SummerSlam. Seth Rollins is still the World Heavyweight Champion after successfully defending his title against Finn Balor. On the Raw after SummerSlam, Rollins is jumped in the ring when Drew McIntyre's music hits and he makes his big return. He clears the ring and sends the heels running. He comes face to face with Rollins and the two have a respectful face off.
The next week, McIntyre is confronted by The Judgement Day, Balor challenges McIntyre to a match between the two of them, and the match is made official and is also a number one contenders match where the winner will get a title shot against Seth Rollins. Later that night in the main event, McIntyre and Balor have their match. There's attempted run ins by Dominic and Priest who both eat a double Claymore, McIntyre goes for the Claymore on Balor when Ripley distracts from the apron, Balor hits the shot gun drop kick into the corner and goes for the Coup De Grace, McIntyre rolls out of the way and then hits a Claymore for the 1-2-3. Immediately after the match, Judgement Day try to attack McIntyre when Rollins runs out and clears the ring with a chair, he's swinging wildly and ends up accidentally blasting McIntyre as well. The show closes with Seth looking at McIntyre with a sort of apologetic look while McIntyre is seething.
The next week on Raw it's announced that Seth Rollins vs Drew McIntyre will take place at Clash At The Castle 2 in Cardiff Wales on September 2nd, Rollins kicks off the show and calls for McIntyre to come out and explain himself. McIntyre comes out and immediately the two go face to face and are yelling back and forth off mic at each other, McIntyre lifts the mic to speak and instead just drills Seth with a Glasgow Kiss and stands over him as Seth lays unconscious.
We get to Clash At The Castle and the main event is the match for the World Heavyweight Championship, Seth Rollins vs Drew McIntyre. The match starts off fast paced with Seth dumping Drew outside to the floor, he then follows it up with a suicide dive driving Drew into the table, Seth then rolls back in the ring and hits another suicide dive again driving Drew into the table. Seth rolls back into the ring and goes for a third suicide dive but is instead caught by Drew and Belly to Belly suplexed across the announce table. Drew throws Seth back into the ring and goes for The Claymore but Seth counters it into a roll up for a close two count, the men pop up and Seth goes for the Pedigree but Drew powers him up onto his shoulders and hits Seth with a White Noise for a close 2 count. Drew begins to slap at Seth who's staggering to his feet, Seth then fires back with a forearm strike which angers Drew who goes for a clothesline, Seth ducks it and goes for a rip cord knee but Drew shoves him away, Drew goes for the Claymore but Seth avoids it and Drew accidentally blasts the ref.
Ref is down, and Drew is shocked, he turns around into a super kick from Seth, another one, and then a Stomp. Seth goes for the cover but the ref is still out, Seth goes over to the ref and is trying to pick him up when he turns around and is blasted with a Glasgow Kiss. Drew looks around and realizes the referee is down and slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, he looks around at the crowd and gets back in the ring and stands in the corner holding the chair. He again looks around the arena at the crowd with a look of conflicting and sadness before he takes a deep breath and has a killer look in his eyes, he steps forward and blasts Seth with the chair. He then just beats the ever loving hell out of Seth with the chair, just laying into him over and over again with the chair as it breaks into multiple pieces. Drew throws the chair out of the ring as the ref starts to stagger to his feet. Drew gets in the corner does the countdown and drills Seth with the Claymore and pins him 1, 2, 3.
Drew takes the title and celebrates as medical officials check on Seth.
The next week on Raw, it's announced that Seth will not be on Raw as he's still recovering from his injuries, but the new Champion is here tonight and he's going to come to the ring to celebrate and explain. Later that night the ring is set up with a table with champagne, Scottish memorabilia, man playing the bag pipes, and then Drew comes out and pretends to be the valiant warrior babyface champion before nailing the bag pipe player with a Glasgow Kiss. He then starts to clear the ring of all the nice celebratory items before grabbing a microphone. He says that ever since Clash he's just been asked "Why Drew, why?" And he says it's very simple, 1 year ago he was screwed over in front of his hometown crowd and had the glory stolen out of his hands and this year he was willing to do anything to prevent that from happening again.
The next week during an interview McIntyre is jumped by the returning Rollins and the two have a brutal brawl ending with McIntyre power bombing Seth through the announce table. The rematch is then set for Extreme Rules in a last man standing match.
Drew is able to win the brutal battle after he Claymores Seth head against the ring post and keeps him down for 10. Drew then goes on to have a monster heel run Champion before dropping the title at WrestleMania to either Rollins, or maybe a well built tweener Gunther.
Preface Presented below is a transcript of a conversation between a human, redditor u/snodeplannen, and ChatGPT 4. The user is the narrator for a story set in the Star Trek Universe. The AI is instructed to respond as a character. The story below, which admittedly isn't very good, was guided by the narrator. Of particular interest is the fact that the AI seems fully versed in the Star Trek Universe and is able to understand subtle hints in the narrator's story to figure out what it should do next. Please note the narrator was typing and writing off the cuff and is not a native speaker, so in the user sections you will find mistakes. If ChatGPT can see through them, so can you. I did try to get ChatGPT to collate it, but as it did so it kept rewriting and leaving out parts of the story.
June 3rd, 2023. User
Okay, I want to try a role playing game. This went off the rails last time, as you kept taking over as narrator and rushing to the end. Here's the setup: YOU are a young Starfleet officer. You wake up aboard the USS Defiant, all alone. You have to figure out what happened. I am the Defiant's computer and, and I can't stress this enough, the narrator. Not you. You can only add what your character perceives and says. Okay? ChatGPT
Understood. I'll stick to my role as the character and won't intrude into your role as the narrator. Let's go.
I blink my eyes open, the disorientation hitting me first. I glance around, seeing the familiar confines of my quarters aboard the Defiant, but there's an odd stillness. No hum of the engines, no faint chatter from the comm system, no sounds of activity from outside the door.
"Computer," I call out, pushing myself off the bed, "report." User
'All systems nominal.' ChatGPT
I frown at the seemingly normal report, my instincts telling me otherwise. "Computer, where is the rest of the crew?" I ask, moving towards the door of my quarters. User
'The crew is in sleeping quarters alpha 1.' ChatGPT
That's strange. The whole crew couldn't be in one place. Unease creeps in.
"Computer, why is the entire crew in alpha 1?" I say, already heading towards the door to investigate. User
'The crew is ensign Makov. You are in sleeping quarters alpha 1.' ChatGPT
A cold realization washes over me. Alone. I am alone on the Defiant. Panic threatens to take over, but Starfleet training kicks in.
"Computer, initiate shipwide life signs scan. Report any signs of life apart from myself," I command, heading for the door with a newfound urgency. User
'Scan complete. No other life forms were detected.' ChatGPT
My heart sinks at the computer's report, but I maintain composure. "Computer, pull up the ship's log. What was the last command issued and by whom?" I order, leaving my quarters and heading towards the main bridge. User
'The last order was issued 6 hours and twelve minutes ago by Captain Sisko. It was: 'Raise shields'. The order was executed.' ChatGPT
That didn't sound promising. I walk into the eerily quiet bridge, my steps the only sound echoing in the room. "Computer, show me the shield status and surrounding space conditions," I command, moving towards the main console. User
'Shields are down after a time-out was reached. We are stationary. All systems nominal.' ChatGPT
It doesn't add up. The silence. The emptiness. An order to raise shields with no subsequent actions.
"Computer, access Captain Sisko's personal log from last night. Are there any entries?" I ask, nervously tapping my fingers against the console. User
'Enter your command authorisation.' ChatGPT
"Authorisation Ensign Makov Delta 9-7-3," I respond, my voice steady despite the swirling uncertainty. User
'This authorisation is not sufficient to see the captain's log.' ChatGPT
Frustrated but understanding the protocol, I move on to the next line of inquiry. "Computer, any signs of combat or intrusion aboard the ship or in the surrounding space?" I ask, eyes darting over the array of screens in front of me. User
"Computer, could there have been any non-combat related incidents that would explain the disappearance of the crew? A temporal anomaly, a transporter malfunction, a radiation burst?" I question, the possible scenarios running through my mind. User
'Transporters have passed a level one diagnostic. We are in sync with Starfleet's time keeping array. No unusual radiation was detected inside or outside the vessel.' ChatGPT
This was baffling. It's as if they simply vanished. I run a hand through my hair, letting out a sigh.
"Computer, were there any incoming or outgoing communications just before, during, or after the shields were raised?" I ask, hoping for any clue as to what might have happened. User
'There was one outgoing message, from comms. It was: 'Unidentified vessel, please alter course NOW.' ChatGPT
A lead, at last. "Computer, play back any responses to that message. Also, display the sensor logs from that time period," I ask, settling into the operations station, ready to review any incoming data. User
No reply was received. Logs are not available from that moment onwards.' ChatGPT
The lack of data was both suspicious and frustrating. A sigh escapes my lips.
"Computer, could a cloaked ship have been in our vicinity at the time?" I question, holding onto the hope that I'm not utterly alone in space. User
'Affirmative. We are within range of several species that posses cloaking technology and in a commonly used interstellar route.' ChatGPT
A spark of hope arises. "Computer, is there a way to detect a cloaked ship nearby? Any energy signatures or radiation anomalies that could suggest its presence?" I ask, quickly working on the console to bring up the sensor array controls. User
'One possible way to detect cloaked vessels is to emit a tetryon burst from main engineering. The range for this method is limited. Starfleet at present has no other ways of finding cloaked vessels, other than firing random phaser bank shots. This is not recommended in public shipping lanes.' ChatGPT
"I see," I nod, considering the risks and rewards of the tetryon burst. "Alright, computer, prepare to emit a tetryon burst. We need to know if there's someone out there."
This was a big decision, but it was time to be proactive. The uncertainty was more threatening than potential consequences at this point. User
I anxiously wait, scanning the console for any potential feedback. My heart pounds in my chest, the silence of the ship amplifying the tension. "Computer, report on the results of the tetryon burst." User
The ship shudders as the engines do something no sane Starfleet engineer would want to have happen. The viewscreen shimmers as a wave of tetryon particles eminates from the ship, as if a stone was dropped in a pond. You observe a faint ribbon leading away from the vessel.' ChatGPT
I catch my breath at the sight, focusing on the faint ribbon. It could mean something, or it could mean nothing. "Computer, analyze the ribbon. Can you determine its origin and endpoint?" I ask, my gaze fixed on the screen. User
'Extrapolating. Continuing along the trajectory of the ribbon I can detected a minor meteor, a large asteroid field with mining facilities and beyond that the Vindaluvian home world.' ChatGPT
I drum my fingers on the console, processing the information. Could the crew have been taken to one of these locations?
"Computer, can you scan the asteroid field for any signs of life, especially any that matches the crew of the Defiant?" I ask, keeping a close eye on the displayed trajectory. User
'Not from this range.' ChatGPT
"Understood," I nod, a new sense of determination coursing through me. "Computer, plot a course to the asteroid field. We'll continue our investigation there. Engage at warp 3."
I take one last look around the empty bridge, steeling myself for what may lie ahead. User
The ship begins to move forward, as carefully as only a Starfleet computer who takes no particular joy in flying might do. At warp three, the estimated journey time is six hours, seven minutes. ChatGPT
I let out a long sigh, sinking into the captain's chair. It's a long wait, but I need to be patient. "Computer, maintain course and speed. Alert me if there are any anomalies or approaching vessels."
I close my eyes, trying to get some rest before reaching the asteroid field. I'll need all the energy I can muster for what's to come. User
'Incoming message.' ChatGPT
My eyes snap open at the sudden announcement. "Computer, on screen," I command, standing up from the chair, my heart pounding with anticipation. User
The Starfleet logo appears as the computer deals with a cryptographic protocol. Admiral Benson, not your most beloved Starfleet Admiral, appears on screen. He blinks. ChatGPT
I straighten up, offering a crisp salute to the admiral on screen. "Admiral Benson, this is Ensign Makov aboard the USS Defiant. I wasn't expecting any communications." I keep my voice steady, swallowing the trepidation. User
'Makov, are you the only one on the bridge? Where's Ben?' ChatGPT
"Admiral," I pause, trying to find the right words. "Captain Sisko...and the rest of the crew...they're missing. I woke up to find the ship empty. I've been trying to find out what happened." I report, my expression earnest. User
'Sorry, you WOKE UP? And the rest was gone?!' ChatGPT
"Yes, Admiral," I confirm, my voice firm despite the absurdity of the situation. "I woke up alone on the Defiant. All life signs scans have only picked up me on the ship. I'm currently en route to an asteroid field that might have some connection to the crew's disappearance." User
The Admiral connects to the ship's computer. You can see him browsing through the logs and the ship's manifest. 'So Sisko, O'Brien, Worf AND Major Kira have just... disappeared? There isn't even a transporter log!' ChatGPT
"That's correct, Admiral," I reply, a bit of helplessness creeping into my voice. "There's no trace of them, no sign of a struggle, no transporter logs. It's like they just vanished. I've been doing everything I can to figure out what happened." User
"Well, then I guess you're up. Proceed with caution. Mining operations are always looking for free labourers, try not to become one. Backup is on its way. Any questions?" ChatGPT
"Yes, Admiral. I'll proceed with caution," I respond, a mix of relief and worry washing over me. "Do you have any additional information or suggestions on how to proceed? And do we have an ETA on the backup?" User
"Backup is half a day out. These facilities tend to have a 'new arrivals' wing, to beat them into submission. So you're looking for holding cells. Benson out." ChatGPT
"Understood, Admiral. I'll focus on locating the holding cells. Makov out." I offer a final salute before the communication ends.
With new orders and a bit of hope, I turn back to the helm. "Computer, continue course to the asteroid field. Prepare for a detailed scan upon arrival."
The waiting game begins again, but this time, there's a glimmer of hope. User
Three hours later the computer chimes. 'We are approaching visual range of the mining facility.' ChatGPT
"Thank you, computer," I reply, pulling myself up from the brief rest. "On screen, please."
As the mining facility comes into view, I take a deep breath. "Computer, initiate a detailed scan of the facility. I'm particularly interested in any holding cells or signs of our crew." User
'Working.' The asteroid field isn't particularly thick or large, but the mining operation seems to focus on one of the largest asteroids. Domes dot the surface as small transporters mill about the surface. Air scrubbers indicate they're using a lot of oxygen, so it's likely they're also doing subsurface work. Three large scowls are received loads from steady stream transporter beams. Somehow everything here looks dirty. A Starfleet shuttle would look out of place here, but only to someone who is watching. ChatGPT
Taking note of the bustling activity, I try to formulate a plan. "Computer, do we have any non-Starfleet shuttles aboard? Something that might blend in better with the local traffic?" I ask, scanning the asteroid for any possible entry points. User
'Negative. Extravehicular repairs can only be conducted by wearing an EV-suit.' ChatGPT
Nodding to myself, I try to figure out a different approach. "Computer, can we go unnoticed if we approach using minimal power, almost drifting like a piece of space debris?" I question, hoping for a stealthy way to get closer. User
'Affirmative. Admiral Benson has just authorised the use of the Tactical Emergency System.' ChatGPT
"Excellent," I reply, feeling a surge of hope. "Computer, engage the Tactical Emergency System. We'll approach the facility under its cover."
With that, I brace myself for the next phase of this mission. The crew was relying on me, and I wasn't about to let them down. User
The viewscreen displays a Starfleet Officer without any kind of rank, but dressed in Command Red. He's in his mid-fourties and bald. "I'm the T.E.S. Need any assistance?" ChatGPT
A bit taken aback by the sudden appearance, I quickly gather myself. "Yes, I could use some assistance. I'm Ensign Makov, and I need to approach that mining facility stealthily. Can you help with that?" I ask, gesturing towards the viewscreen showing the asteroid field and the facility. User
"Mining facility? We'll stand out like a sore thumb. How many hours have you logged in a space suit?" ChatGPT
"Over two hundred hours," I answer promptly, "I'm comfortable with EV activities. Why do you ask?" I wonder if he's suggesting a more direct approach. User
"If you can get to one of those scrubber exhausts, I'm sure that's a way into to facility. There seems to be a cell block near the surface. I have no idea who is there, but whoever it is will probably welcome a couple of phasers and like you a whole lot. So pack a backpack full of them and get to the airlock. I'll bring us as close as possible and give you a push with the tractor beam. You up for that?" ChatGPT
I swallow the lump in my throat, apprehension giving way to resolve. "I'm up for it. Let's do this." With a determined nod, I leave the bridge to prepare for the EVA mission. This is my chance to potentially find the crew, and I'm not going to let it slip away. User
Suiting up and gathering all the handheld phasers aboard takes ten minutes, during which the T.E.S. gingerly brings the ship close to the mining facility whilst hiding behind the vast ore scowls. You open the hatch and find your self clinging on to the ship's hull. ChatGPT
I take a moment to steady my breathing, the vast expanse of space spread out before me. Gripping the phasers tightly, I brace myself for the push. "I'm ready when you are, T.E.S." I call out over the comm, my voice resolute. User
'Okay, I'll hook on to you and give you a push. I'd suggest going in feet first, but it's up to you. Do you know what you're looking for? Those five big stacks. One of them, near that plume of smoke, seems to be offline for whatever reason. That might be your best bet.' ChatGPT
"Understood, T.E.S. I see the stacks. I'll aim for the one that's offline," I reply, aligning myself for the trajectory. I take one last deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the task ahead. "Alright...I'm ready. Let's do this." User
'Good luck, Ensign. I'll brief any backup as soon as it gets here.' As the tractor beam finds you, you can't move a muscle. Relying on the T.ES. you just let go. It's as if a giant hand slowly throws you down a bowling lane. Feet first, you head towards the grouping of exhausts. A small, unmanned maintenance shuttle deftly gets out of your way. ChatGPT
As I float through space, I keep my focus on the target. The feeling of being pushed by an unseen force is disconcerting, but I trust the T.E.S. Every moment is crucial, and there's no room for hesitation.
As I approach the offline stack, I get ready to activate the thrusters on my suit to adjust my course if needed. I also keep an eye out for any other unexpected obstacles or threats. User
You land next to the exhaust, on the asteroid's surface. It seems impossibly high from here, but it's made of metal and your soles and gloves can easily attach to it. The only way is up. Fortunately, there's hardly any gravity. Eventually you find yourself standing on the rim of the exhaust and look down into the vast, dark chute. ChatGPT
I take a moment to look down into the dark chute, the unknown stretching out before me. I reach out to activate the flashlight on my suit, the beam of light piercing through the darkness. "I'm in position, T.E.S." I inform the ship's system, before carefully beginning my descent into the exhaust chute. User
The vast amounts of ore block your signal, even out here. There's no answer. You start the descend and pass two large rotor blades. If those weren't stationary, this would be the end of the line. But luck is on your side so far and eventually you see an access hatch when you're well below the surface. It opens easily. Let's hope it's not also an airlock for whoever is inside. ChatGPT
I hold my breath as I pull open the hatch, hoping against hope that the air on the other side is breathable. If not, I'm confident in the integrity of my suit, but I'd rather not test its limits if I don't have to. As I make my way through the hatch, I scan the area for any immediate threats, ready to defend myself if necessary. User
The scanner indicates low air pressure. Which is better than no pressure. You cross a walkway and find an actual airlock. It is unsecured, because whoever ends up here probably doesn't want to mess about with frozen keypads or mounds of dust. You engage the mechanism and soon feel the familiar sensation of artificial gravity and air pressure. It's not exactly breathable, but a tear in your suit won't kill you. Now to find the holding area. And if at all possible a rebreather, so you can ditch the suit. ChatGPT
Acknowledging the state of the air, I carefully move through the corridor, keeping my senses alert. I'm in unknown territory and every step matters. "Computer," I say into my suit's comm, "can you map the structure of this facility? Locate holding cells or life signs?"
As I move further into the facility, I keep an eye out for any equipment or gear that might prove useful, especially a rebreather. The less I stick out, the better. User
The relatively weak processor in your tricoder strains to get a bearing on this place. A dirty, seemingly abandoned tunnel dripping with condensation lies ahead. At the end there's an exit, which won't open. Time to use one of those phasers in your backpack. ChatGPT
I pull out a phaser from my backpack, checking its settings before aiming at the sealed exit. With a steady hand, I fire a low power burst at the door, hoping to cut through the obstruction without causing too much damage or noise. User
One hinge cracks under the weight of the door, now that the other one is cut through. You jump aside as the door seems to fall flat, but it remains attached to the frame. The resulting opening is just about large enough to crawl through. Now you're in a well-lit corridor with several doors. In a Starfleet EV suit. ChatGPT
Understanding the need for stealth, I decide to move as quickly as possible through the corridor. I approach the nearest door, aiming my tricoder to scan for life signs or any clue to the crew's location. My other hand remains on my phaser, ready for any immediate threats. User
One door has markings on it that you can't read. You scan it with your tricorder. 'Room of lockboxes' it says, extrapolating the characters. A room of lockboxes? Would that be a locker room? ChatGPT
"A locker room..." I murmur, piecing together the possible meaning. A locker room could mean personnel... and where there's personnel, there might be the equipment I need.
With careful steps, I approach the door to the locker room, hoping to find a rebreather or something else that could help me blend in. User
The room is deserted. It's filled with equipment, none of which seems less than a decade old but certainly useable. There is also a rack of dirty, brown overalls and a line of boots in various sizes. A dispenser offers rebreathers. There's only one left, but that's enough. The air is clear, but smells sulphuric. Without the rebreather, you wouldn't last long. ChatGPT
Relief washes over me as I find the rebreather. I quickly grab it and replace my helmet with it, testing the fit and functionality. The sulphuric smell is jarring, but it's a small price to pay for blending in.
I quickly change into the brown overalls, stowing my suit carefully in an unoccupied locker. I grab a pair of boots that match my size and put them on.
Looking at myself, I hope that I blend in well enough to not attract attention. With a deep breath, I step out of the locker room and proceed down the corridor, continuing my search for the crew. User
Footsteps sound behind you, of more than a few people. Your first instinct is to hide, but it would look very suspicous and there really isn't anywhere. However, there is a floorscrubber here, with one open panel. Someone has given up trying to repair it. Perhaps a bit of acting is in order. The footsteps are just around the corner. The language is vaguely familiar, a bastardised version of English. Whatever they're saying to each other, they're not sharing jokes, that much is clear. ChatGPT
2 / 2
I quickly move towards the broken floorscrubber. Grabbing a nearby tool, I lean over the open panel, trying to look like I'm deeply engrossed in fixing it. I keep my ears alert to the conversation, trying to pick up on any valuable information while also readying myself for the possibility of having to interact with the approaching group. User
Let's continue with the narrative. ChatGPT
Sure, let's continue.
Glancing around the room once the miners have left, I check the lockers for anything useful, while keeping an ear out for any incoming footsteps. "Computer, any idea where the holding cells might be?" I ask quietly. User
Your tricorder beeps almost indignantly, as it has nowhere near enough processing power to even begin speculating. You're on your own until you can get to a comms terminal. The men pass behind you and one of you taps you on the shoulder. His face is blackened with ore dust. "No work. Never work again. That. Stop that." He points at the scrubber you were pretending to fix. You nod. He shakes his head and catches up with his workmates as they round a corner. Apparently you don't stand out here, which should make it easier to find the way. You follow the men, but they seem to be entering a washroom. Across it, there is a peeled off directory on the wall. A printed one. ChatGPT
"Finally, something useful," I mutter, quickly crossing the washroom to examine the directory. I look for any indications of holding cells or equivalent terminology that might hint at the location of the crew. The symbols and words are unfamiliar, so I take out the tricorder and try to use it as a translator. User
Cells being a fairly universal concept, the tricorder identifies a few scribbles with ease. If you understand the diagram correctly, you need to go up two levels and head towards the center of the structure. You double-check the presence of your backpack filled with phasers, snatch a helmet off of a shelf and press it on your head. ChatGPT
Drawing a deep breath through the rebreather, I nod to myself, mentally preparing for the upcoming challenge. "Alright, up two levels, towards the center... I can do this." I look around, searching for a way up. After locating what appears to be a ladder leading upwards, I begin my ascent. User
Two levels up you emerge from what seems to be a service hatch. A technician, dressed in torn clothes, looks somewhat surprised when you emerge. "Hello brother. Are the lifts broken?" he asks in Adari, a language you have some familiarity with. Only now do you see the horn protruding from his forehead. "I am trying to avoid someone," you say, with a knowing smile. He gives you a tired smile back. "What is your sector? I want a clean face all day too," he says. ChatGPT
"I work... the ore processors," I reply, making up a role on the spot that seems plausible, considering the location and dirty condition of most workers. "But I'd rather stay away from my boss today. He's been in a foul mood." I'm trying my best to blend in. "Can you point me to the center of the structure?" I ask, hoping the diversion worked. User
"Yeah, 'the structure'. Let's call it that. Sounds nicer than 'prison of the damned'. What do you want at the center, there's only central holding there. I never go near that place. All that wailing. Gives me the shakes," he mutters. ChatGPT
"Oh, I just... wanted to see a friend," I reply, trying to keep my tone light, while inwardly my heart sinks at his description. "Don't worry about it, I'll find my way. Thanks for the chat." I give him a quick nod before heading in the direction he had indicated earlier, hoping I'm making the right choice. User
He wasn't wrong about the wailing. As you follow the corridors, passing along scruffy workers and a couple of guards with face covering helmets who are leaning against a wall, you can hear a lot of yelling, moaning and above all the sound of defiant Klingon opera louder and louder. The voice sounds familiar, but all singing Klingons generally sound alike. ChatGPT
As I continue toward the source of the noise, I find myself in front of a heavily barred door. I can't help but suppress a smile, recognizing the defiant voice as that of Worf. "Computer," I whisper to my tricorder, "Is there a way to shut down the power to this door?" User
The tricorder scans the control panel and warbles optimistically. It then shows a graphic representation of the door, with an arrow pointing at one location and a low energy setting for a phaser. ChatGPT
Taking a moment to look around and confirm that no one is watching, I set my phaser to the recommended setting and aim at the indicated spot on the door. After taking a deep breath, I fire. User
Something inside the door clunks and it opens just enough for the seal to crack. You jam a fingernail behind it, then a finger and eventually you manage to gain enough purchase to open the door. As it slowly opens, you find yourself at the far end of a long row of cells. At the other end is a desk, with a guard sitting behind a monitor. He is staring at it intently. Perhaps the stun setting might be a good idea. You adjust the phaser and take careful aim, when an arm reached out from one of the dark cells and blocks the shot. "Uhm... he's got three buddies in there. You can't see them from here," whispers Captain Sisko. ChatGPT
"I figured you might be here, Captain," I say, lowering my phaser discreetly. "Any ideas for getting you and the rest out without causing a full-on alert?" User
"That depends. Did you bring any weapons?" ChatGPT
"I brought a backpack full of phasers. There should be enough to arm everyone here," I reply, carefully removing the backpack from my shoulder and showing the Captain. User
"Good man. Worf is next to me, then Major Kira. Let Worf take the lead on this. Worf! Help has arrived.' 'Good. I was getting bored with singing,' grumbled a familiar voice. His hand emerges from between the bars, demanding a phaser. ChatGPT
I hand the phaser to Worf, watching as his large hand swallows the device. I then pass phasers to Captain Sisko and Major Kira. With the three of them armed, the odds seem significantly better. Now, we just have to make sure the element of surprise isn't wasted. User
Fifteen seconds later, three guards sink to the floor. Although the phasers were set to stun, nobody seems particularly worried about their health. "Get their uniforms and lock them up," says Sisko. "We can walk out of here. Once we're at the shuttle docks, we can probably find something that flies." "Captain, there are three uniforms and four of us. And the others are housed on another level," says Worf. ChatGPT
"Right. I can stay behind and create a diversion while you three escape. I'll catch up," I offer. "The priority should be to get you three and as many of the others out as we can. We also need to alert Starfleet about this place. I'm sure they'd love to know about a mining facility that's been kidnapping officers." User
"That's a very daring plan, Ensign, but we leave no man behind. Kyra, you and Worf go and find the others and proceed to that place where they searched us. Anyone in uniform is a valid target. And anyone who wants to come along, can do so. The ensign and I will try to find a comms terminal and alert Starfleet. Ensign, I assume you're not alone here?" ChatGPT
"Admiral Benson is aware of the situation, sir. Backup is half a day out. Before we separated, I was under the control of the Tactical Emergency System," I report, glad to see that the Captain is taking charge of the situation. User
"Oh. I had my reservations about that system. Holographic doctors are one thing, but that went a bit too far for my tastes. Okay, phasers for everyone. Bring enough for the others. Ensign, with me." ChatGPT
"Understood, sir," I reply, distributing the remaining phasers to my colleagues and following Captain Sisko down the corridor. As we navigate through the mining facility, I stay alert for any guards or threats that may be in our way. I can feel a sense of hope and determination building up within me - we might actually make it out of here. User
"HALT!" bellows a voice behind us, immediately followed by a reddish phaser burst. The Captain turns on his heels, pushes you out of the way and fires. A guard falls to the floor. The phaser fire was detected by the security system. A klaxon starts blaring and the ceiling lights turn red. A voice starts giving unintelligible instructions over the tannoy. "We need to find a comms panel, Ensign. Any ideas?" asks Sisko, scanning the corridor for more guards. A frightened looking maintenance worker comes to see what's going on, but ducks out of the way as soon as he sees the pair of you. ChatGPT
"I remember seeing a room with a lot of terminals when I was making my way through the facility earlier, sir," I reply, my mind racing. "If memory serves, it's two corridors over, near the scrubber exhausts." I keep my phaser ready and move towards the direction of the room, all the while keeping an eye out for more guards. User
"That's the wrong way, Ensign. I imagine they have more than one place with comms terminals. You cover the rear. Follow me. Put your hand on my shoulder so you can look behind you all the time. If it wears a uniform, it's fair game." ChatGPT
"Yes, sir," I reply, placing my hand on the Captain's shoulder. I pivot and start to walk backwards, keeping my eyes and phaser focused on the path we've just traveled. The constant blaring of the klaxon mixes with the distant shouting and running steps of approaching guards. Despite the adrenaline rush, I manage to keep my aim steady and my breathing calm. The training exercises at the academy never truly prepare you for the real thing, but they do help in maintaining focus. User
You down three guards and accidentally scare the bejeezus out of a woman pushing a cleaning cart, but eventually Sisko stops. "Got it. Stand back while I blast this door." A few seconds later the corridor fills with acrid smoke from a melting door panel. Behind it is a room with several desks. ChatGPT
Entering the room cautiously, I scan the area with my phaser ready. Seeing no immediate threats, I turn my attention to the various panels and screens scattered throughout the space. The room is filled with a myriad of communication equipment - probably a central control hub for managing mining operations, worker communications, and security measures.
"Captain, I think this is it," I say, gesturing to a terminal that seems to be linked to an extensive communications network. "I should be able to send out a distress signal from here." I start to work on the terminal, trying to hack into the system and figure out how to send a message to Starfleet. User
"Try reaching the Defiant," suggest Sisko from the doorway. "OH NO YOU DON'T!" Another guard bites the dust somewhere. "Captain! WE ARE BEHIND HIM!" bellows Worf." "GOOD! Move along, we'll be there shortly. Ensign, how are you getting on?" ChatGPT
"I've managed to break through the initial security layers, Captain," I respond, my fingers moving rapidly over the terminal's interface. "It seems this system has been rigged to only accept authorized codes for communication."
Suddenly, a stroke of inspiration hits me. "Captain, when we first boarded the Defiant, I had to program my authorization codes into the ship's communication systems. If I can find a way to mimic those codes from this terminal... I might be able to trick the Defiant's systems into accepting the distress signal."
I double down on the task, focusing all my attention on reconstructing my authorization codes. As I do so, I keep an eye on the room's entryway, ready to react in case more guards show up. User
The terminal beeps and lights up. You don't understand any of the dials, but with any luck your tricorder can interface with it. Time to hail the Defiant. ChatGPT
"Defiant, this is Ensign," I say, praying the connection holds. "Requesting immediate assistance. The Captain and the crew are here, but we are currently under attack. Coordinates being transmitted now."
A static-filled silence follows. I glance at Sisko, an unspoken question in my gaze. Did it work? Did our message get through? User
"Ensign, this is the Defiant. I can't beam you out of there. Get to the shuttle dock, so that all that ore doesn't block the transporter lock. The USS Rotterdam is thirty minutes out." ChatGPT
"Understood, Defiant. We'll make our way to the shuttle dock. Be ready for us," I reply, exhaling a sigh of relief. I turn to Sisko, updating him with the situation. "Captain, we have to move. The Rotterdam is on its way but we need to get to the shuttle dock for transport." User
Worf's voice comes in through the Captain's commbadge, as it somehow manages to create a local connection. "Worf to Sisko. We have secured the shuttle dock. Mr. O'Brien is injured. Where are you?" ChatGPT
I quickly respond, "This is Ensign [Your Name]. Captain Sisko and I are en route to your position. We'll be there shortly. Hang in there, Chief." With that, I turn to Sisko and suggest, "We should move, Captain." User
"Ensign Markov and I are just behind you, Mr. Worf. Try not to pick us off as we approach. Oh and the Defiant is operating with that emergency command protocol, so it's ready to beam you up. Have Major Kira and the Chief go ahead, if possible. But hold the fort for us." "Understood, Captain. Worf out."
Five minutes and more shooting than is good for a man's digestion you reach the shuttle dock. You literally have to step over a pile of dead guards to get through the door. "Had fun, Mr. Worf? Does your phaser not come with a stun setting?" asks Sisko. "I recognized the men who took us, Sir. My finger must have slipped on the settings dial," growls Worf, looking you over to assess if you're likely to snitch. "It happens," said Sisko matter-of-factly. "Ensign, get us home." ChatGPT
Without any hesitation, I raise my commbadge and say, "Ensign Markov to Defiant. Four to beam up." User
(Okay, take it home. You're all aboard, O'Brien will live, you get a speech and a medal. Write out those events from Markov's perspective and finish off. I'll add something if you pause.) ChatGPT
As the familiar hum and sparkling light of the transporter envelops us, I take one last look at the chaotic scene we're leaving behind. My heart pounds in my chest, not from fear, but from the exhilaration of having faced danger and come out the other side. It's a rush I wasn't expecting.
When we rematerialize aboard the Defiant, a group of medics is waiting for us. They immediately rush to Chief O'Brien, but his smile and light-hearted joke assure me he'll be alright. As I step off the transporter pad, I let out a sigh of relief.
Later, back in my uniform and at a ceremony in the Defiant's Mess Hall, Captain Sisko delivers a speech. He talks about bravery, about loyalty, about the strength of Starfleet and the spirit of those who serve. He doesn't dwell on the danger we faced, but rather the courage it took to face it.
When he calls me up, handing me a medal for bravery under fire, I can't help but feel a swell of pride. The applauding faces of my crewmates, the recognition in their eyes... it's a moment I will never forget. This is why I joined Starfleet, for moments like this. To be part of something greater, to face adversity and stand tall.
"Ensign Markov," Sisko says, offering a handshake along with the medal, "Your courage and quick thinking played a crucial role in our escape. Starfleet is proud to have you among its ranks."
As I return to my quarters that night, medal in hand, I find myself smiling. Yes, today was difficult, even frightening at times. But it was also invigorating, and more than that, it was important. It's a reminder of why I'm here, of why we're all here. To explore, to protect, to boldly go...
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Feminists like to pretend that giving dowry to men in the past was unfair towards poor innocent women. But in reality, men have always been the victims of dowry. The act of a woman paying a man mildly huge sums to take care of her literally means her buying the man's time, undivided attention, protection, financial assets, and energy. Yes, unlike what social media brainwashed people like to tell us, men are the ones who have been objectified and commodified by society since ancient times.
Deep down women have always known that a man would rather just sleep with as many women as possible than commit to just one relationship. Women, on the other hand prefer being with just one man who they deem the best deal for them. So to tie down the man to themselves, just for a mildly huge material sum, a woman was able to take control of the man's life, his time, his attention, his energy, his resources, his status and his connections. She is literally buying the man by paying dowry to him.
So yes, dowry was always used as a weapon to objectify men, and I am sick of hearing people say it's not.
This incident happened in august of 2022.
I'm currently 20(F) with autism and I live with relatives on my moms side as of now. I previously lived with my dad and stepfamily before going to college and then suddenly dropping out due to mental health issues. Before I went to college however, I was living with my dad but I had a summer job. I was 19 at the time. This job paid for a bunch of clothes and food that I wanted and I was happy with it. I did dress on the skimpy side with goth and emo elements (roast me in the comments all you like). Nobody ever said a thing about it, no one seemed to have a problem with it. I may be living with family but I'm also an adult using my own money.
Now, I have 3 siblings in that house. At the time they were aged: My bio brother (18), older stepbrother (17) and the youngest stepbrother (15). I've known the 2 brothers since I was 13 when my dad first started dating their mom.
I never got along with the two, with the oldest always calling me a bitch and making fun of me. The youngest always kept his distance. My bio brother and i were sometimes close but somewhat distant if that makes sense, but he had my back if they tried to do anything to me.
Here's where the story starts: I came home from work one day and after dinner I wanted to wear a cute 2 piece set of strawberry pajamas that I had got off Amazon. I went to look for them and they weren't there. I looked all over the house. Not in the laundry room, not in any other room. I thought maybe I left them at a friend's house? I brushed it off the first day and would look for them tomorrow. The next day I was looking for some other clothes, (I have alot of crop tops and skirts and this was summer and those were alot comfier to wear in the heat). And I noticed they were missing too. Not just dome crop tops, but skirts too. And so I desperately searched all over the house and I became slightly frantic and angry. I checked EVERYWHERE. All rooms of the house that weren't bedrooms. Nothing. So I asked my bio brother if any of his friends had gone into my room and I told him about the missing clothes. He said no, and I believed him, ad I had met his friends before and they weren't sketchy or weird. I then thought maybe the older stepsibling had taken them and mailed them to his gf who lived in another state. I was so confused as to why my clothes were disappearing. I finally knocked on my younger stepsiblings door and asked him. He started acting very suspicious, his eyes got wide. He was like "nope sorry". And the weird part was, he changed the subject really fast and i didnt realize until months later that he was trying to flirt with me, asking if I wanted to play video games and hang out more often. I thought he was just being friendly and wanted a better sibling relationship with me. But being as im autistic I dont pick up on things easily. So i brushed it off and i didnt think he was a culprit at all. It seemed very unlikely at the time. But now I know there were signs. Not getting any answers, I went to sleep angry that night.
On the third day I was meant to start work in the afternoon, so the first half of the day was spent searching for my clothes. I texted friends, current bf, anyone. I then went to my dad and said "half my clothes are missing and I don't know where they're going to. I know I'm not losing them because I've torn my room apart trying to look in any place they may be. He said "there's no way someone is taking your clothes, you're just losing them." OK I believed him but after going through everything again, I went back to my dad and said "look, you need to check the other boys rooms cuz I'm not crazy, someone is taking my clothes!" He yelled at me and gaslit me some more telling me that basically I'm crazy. He then took my youngest stepsibling to sports practice. Soon after I left I went to my bio brother and asked if he's seen anything at all.
That's when he got really stressed out and hit his fist against the wall. He sighed and said "come with me." He took me into the youngest stepsiblings room and pulled the blanket off the part that separates the bed from the wall.
I've never felt so sick to my stomach. I have a phobia of vomit but in that moment I wanted to throw up so bad. There behind the bed was most of my skirts, crop tops, HALF MY UNDERWEAR, almost all of my bras and a swimsuit that I loved so much yet never got to wear because it was ruined. He explained that the night prior he had come home from his own summer job to find my youngest stepsibling running out of my room butt naked with a pair of my underwear. It disturbed my brother so bad he had to sit and think whether it really happened and had went to look when he was gone and found the clothes. He said he was sorry for not telling me sooner, I am in no way angry at my brother, I'd be pretty in shock myself if I had to find that.
So I immediately called my dad and told him what I found. I started ranting to some of my closest friends over the phone to get it off my chest.
When my dad came home, I was so upset and crying, and I was getting angry. My dad told me he and the kids mom would talk to him. The next day I wanted to talk to my dad about what happened. He told me "don't worry he wasn't wearing your clothes." Which meant something far worse was done with them and it didn't help. I couldn't day out loud that I could tell he wasn't using them to wear but I felt sick trying to say anything. I wanted to talk to my dad alone but my stepmom (a real bitch in her 40s) said "you can say it in front of me" which I didn't want to because she's always hated me. I got mad and my dad told me "you can just wash them and wear it again."
Now anyone whose had some kind of trauma involving certain clothing in certain incidents will know that, that's not how it works and its not easy to get over. Which is what my dad was telling me, to get over it. And he refused to help me purchase new clothes or pay me back for all the things I had lost. He then told me the most heartbreaking thing I never thought he'd say. "This wouldn't have happened if you weren't dressed like that constantly." I teared up and walked back upstairs.
For the next 3 days I slept on the floor of the room my dad used as a workshop next to my room. Because my stepbrother was caught coming OUT of my room naked, who knows what all he did. I could not stop crying for all those days.
My bio brother saw how distraught I was and he got his friends together to take me to the mall to get what little I could purchase. I was so beaten down by the situation I stopped going into work so I couldn't afford to get new clothes. I'm grateful my brother and I have a good relationship. And now if there's anything he needs help with, I'll be there for him. My dad told me to either wash the clothes or throw them away. I would have lit them on fire if I could but I chose to throw them out. But even with gloves on, every time I went to touch them I would break down crying. My brother offered to help and he threw them away for me, I can't stop saying how grateful I am for him. I wasn't sure if my stepbrother had used anything that I had in my drawers at the time, so I took everything out of my drawers and washed them. I scrubbed the entirety of my room with bleach products. My bed sheets were all washed as well.
For a while after that nothing happened. I didn't feel comfortable wearing what I wanted anymore until I moved out for college.
My dad and I don't talk anymore, and I've somewhat gotten over the incident. But I get enraged when I talk about it, even now I'm sweating and seething.
But the thing that really bothers me about the whole thing is when my stepbrother was trying to flirt with me, he said he wanted us to play minecraft in the same room upstairs. And it may be just my imagination running wild but I dread thinking about what would have happened had I accepted to play video games with him if I hadn't found my clothes yet.
TL:DR; I found out my youngest stepbrother using my clothes to get his rocks off and my dad told me I shouldn't dress in skimpy clothing if I didn't want that to happen.
Also, I'm not sure if this was a form of SA or not but I wanted to get the police involved but I feared that getting the cops called would ruin my chances of going to college since my dad was paying for it. If it is or isn't, please let me know. Also if there's any questions, I'd be glad to answer. I just want to get this off my chest.
If pregnant women could decide the sex of the child, how many girls would be born compared to men? 2 to 1? 5 to 1? 10 to 1? 50 to 1? And what would be the best ratio for the world?
It is no secret that many perks of men are completely or nearly obsolete in today's society. Testosterone, natural better strength and speed were important on the savanna and all until the industrial revolution, specially in today's world where machines can and do most of the heavy-duty jobs. A world where women outnumbered men would be a better place. I can think of at least a couple of points where men are inferior or just worse than women.
- Men are generally bigger and thus consume more food and are more likely to get cancer (due to more cells) which is a drain on the healthcare while not contributing more to society to make up the difference. The only fields where they actually make up the difference is so small today and is generally unsafe so it should be regulated further and the human factor be replaced with even more machines and robots.
- Men are much more prone to violence and hostile behaviour.
- Men are less in control of their sexual desires and are thus potential threats of rape and pedophilia.
- Toxic masculinity
- Men are less compassionate and considerate of other human beings.
- The male reproductive system is far less important than the female reproductive system.
- Men are more likely to start war and unnecessary suffering.
- Fathers more often flee their responsibilities and leave the whole care of the children to the mothers.
In a world where men where very few in numbers and women controlled almost all areas due to numbers alone there would be far less problems. I personally think a ratio of 20 women to every 1 man would be best to somewhat mirror the little advantage men have that is actually desired in society today. What do you think would be the best ratio between women and men in the world?
I've been out for 9 years, I'm now 26 years old and 2.5 years post top surgery. It took me about 4-5 years to be sure I wanted top surgery, and I was adamant for a long time that I didn't want to go on T.
Now, I'm older than I ever thought I'd live to be, but when I picture myself in the future, I don't picture a man or a woman. People always say they want to be an old man, want to look like their male relatives, etc. I don't have those visions for myself. All I know is I'm unhappy with my body, and for the first time I'm now having dreams where I have a dick instead.
How did you know T was right for you? I'm just scared I'm going to make the wrong choice, and I'm paralyzed by the "men are all toxic" rhetoric coming from women and the LGBTQ community at large. I feel like medically transitioning further is just going to make everyone hate me, and I'm afraid of hating myself, too.
Hey! I'm looking for some movies that could technically fit under the genre of a superhero movie, but ones where the characters probably wouldn't be viewed as a superhero. I guess they could be described as sci-fi-esque movies where the characters overcome a villain using "superpowers".
Some examples of movies I am thinking of would be Everything Everywhere All At Once, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, or Steven Universe: The Movie.
Although they would technically fit the title, I'm not really looking for movies like Kick-Ass or Mystery Men which are definitely unlike Marvel or DC Movies, because they focus too much on the superhero identity aspect (although I do like those movies).