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From: mpsilvertone@yahoo.com (HarryLime)
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Subject: Re: I Met A Girl / Will Dockery
Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:07:10 +0000
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On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 16:58:27 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

> On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 16:09:03 +0000, HarryLime wrote:
>
>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>> On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 19:15:47 +0000, HarryLime wrote:
>>
>>>>> Not at all
>
> I didn't expect you to agree, Pendragon.
>
>>>> I don't agree:
>>>>
>>>>>>> I Met A Girl
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> I met a girl
>>>>>>> she came from California.
>>>>>>> It was in a dream
>>>>>>> we knew each other instantly.
>>>>>>> She was a little freckled girl
>>>>>>> from out of
>>>>>>> my high school past.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> And she looked up at me
>>>>>>> and talked real spacey.
>>>>>>> I've forgotten her name
>>>>>>> though she told it to me twice.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> We talked
>>>>>>> a really detached situation.
>>>>>>> She said years ago
>>>>>>> I was so shy
>>>>>>> she thought I was gay.
>>>>>>> At this point I kissed her
>>>>>>> and put my finger to her hole.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> And she looked up at me
>>>>>>> and talked real spacey.
>>>>>>> I have forgotten her name
>>>>>>> though she told it to me twice.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> I don't know why it was
>>>>>>> that I would think of her.
>>>>>>> I made a couple of puns
>>>>>>> about her name that made me blush.
>>>>>>> But her softness in tone
>>>>>>> made me feel all right.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> All I want to do
>>>>>>> is get in contact.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> -Will Dockery / May 8 1982
>>>>>
>>>>>>> You were emulating Trump,.
>>
>>>>>> Donald Trump was barely even known on May 8th 1982.
>>>>
>>>> Again, it was simply a poetic depiction romantic Interlude I enjoyed in
>>>> my youth.
>
> Yes, the characters are all based on real people.
>
>>> Again?  You had previously said that it was a dream.
>
> My poetry is based on memory and dreams, basically, and alternate
> reality or part of a multiverse, as Marvel Comics would call it.
>
>>> Now you're saying that it actually happened.
>
> Perhaps I should repost the poem, you seem confused again, Pendragon.
>
>>> You're just digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole
>
> Wake up, Pendragon, it's only poetry, this isn't real life here.

Isn't it?  "Yes, the characters are all based on real people." -- WD

>> Or should I say putting your finger to one?
>>
>> --
>
> It's called foreplay, Pendragon.
>
> Didn't your father ever sit you down and tell you about the birds and
> the bees?

Foreplay is meant to be consensual, Donkey.

According to your poem, you dreamt that you ran into a girl you had been
barely acquainted with in high school.  In fact, your acquaintance was
so minimal that you couldn't even remember her name.  She told you that
you had been so quiet and shy that she thought you were a homosexual. 
You responded by attempting to prove your manhood to her -- kissing her
and groping her crotch.

That isn't foreplay, Donkey.  That's sexual assault.

What if the shoe had been on the other foot?

What if a guy you barely knew in high school ran into you at the local
Waffle House?  He had been the quarterback on your school football team,
and you had always thought of him as being the height of manliness...
but now, five years after graduation, he's wearing drag and talking with
a lisp.  At a loss for words, you tell him that you used to think he was
straight -- to which he responds by planting a kiss on you and shoving
his finger up your butthole.

Would you call that foreplay as well?

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