My mother appears to have lost my copy of Monsters of the Weimar, which I requested be emailed to my USA address (mk postal system is unreliable). The plan was to read it when I visited for the holidays. Her health has been subpar as of late, so I don't wish to make a fuss of it however... It was really a very expensive novel. I can't just re-order it, it's out-of-print and it's only going up in price. Disappointing, to say the least. This softcover reportedly contains The Sadist by Karl Berg, A Study in Sadism by George Godwin, as well as a rare work on Fritz Haarmann. Der Sadist! Background information: Der Sadist documented the confessions of Peter Kurten prior to his execution; just two English copies of the original novel exist. For a long while, I thought this novel was unattainable. And then I found the Weimar compilation, high in price but least it was attainable. I'm not certain I will ever get over this.
I would recommend you read the manga, but then: You would have to settle with the biggest cliff hanger of all. Who knows when Togashi will update?...
Actually, yes... *suddenly shy*
Ah, the Domesday. The year was 1086. Nary a single hen or swine was left unaccounted for thereafter, and every reeve was to endure the taxes imposed upon them by sovereignty...
Well, I didn't start sleeping on my lonesome till the tender age of ten or eleven. ...
I like to keep my hands on my chest when I am in a sleeping position, alone under the covers. There is indeed nothing sexual about it, it simply boils down to preference. My father possesses similar habits, which is interesting (my mother thinks we're weird). I wonder if inclinations relating to somatosensory responses are passed down from parent to offspring?
Happy birthday. . . .
If it alleviates the shame, apparently I was reprimanded in school because I wouldn't do work because I thought I was going to elope with Sonic. This was kindergarten. I do not like to think on it.
Odd Della Robbia
And suddenly we're back in grade school again.
Thanks, and it's quite alright. Happy holidays to you. :-)
an altogether meagre offering, @Hansode Shiranui http://www.mediafire.com/download/x5jdwaixzn7tbtj/Nights' Secret Santa.rar
I sincerely hope you aren't professing to animal abuse, mister rat.
Months old photos of my cat and I, plotting the world's imminent destruction. Spoiler: villainy
Allergic to passion.
Your spirit animal, kučence.
Christmas: It's a Wonderful Life, How the Grinch Stole Christmas Halloween: Hitchcock films (Psycho), Coraline Saint Patrick's Day: Flight of the Doves
Do you have fantasies about healing him or curing him of his depression? Rescue fantasies are a trademark symptom of codependency, take it with a grain of salt. In any case, I cannot understand the attraction. Depression should not be romanticized.
With regards to interpersonal relationships, I function in a similar manner. The last time I was in a relationship, my partner was not even aware I had sexual thoughts toward him till he inquired about it; it simply never occurred to me that the conception of such might be of importance or otherwise noteworthy to him. I'm not asexual, however -- and you do not identify as such either? You sound Pan, somewhere in gray area. Although I mentioned having experience on the subject of celebrity crushes, my 'experience' narrows down to a single person. Beyond this person, I'd never focused on any one celebrity beyond passing admiration for their work or acknowledgement of their aesthetic appeal or healthy physique. I won't attempt to justify my strong feelings and proclaim that I knew them on a personal level, for I didn't. But it's all in the eyes, the mannerisms, body language: an actor's filmography positively exudes his character. Whenever I see this person onscreen, I feel a surge of gratitude, respect, appreciation, familiarity, et cetera. It's really very odd, and difficult to explain. It's not even physical attraction. Perhaps, as the aforementioned theory proposes -- the process transcribed does indeed tell more about the bearer of such feelings than the actual receiver of them. Anyways, I hope it makes a tad more sense now--? Probably not.
Have you experienced this phenomena known as crushing, 'puppy love,' infatuation? If you have experienced several variations thereof, how do crushes on the interpersonal level differ from crushes on celebrity figures? What was the underlying basis for each attachment? Was it strung from romantic feeling or sexual desire, or was it strung from platonic admiration -- colloquially referred to as man crushes or girl crushes, and not necessarily an indicator of sexual orientation? I do not often experience crushes, but I've enough experience to be capable of relating two forms: personal and impersonal, i.e. celebrity (or even fictitious) crushes. I hesitate to call it such, as the overwhelming majority of 'celebrity crushes' I have had were on deceased persons. Indeed, it seems a natural requirement that the person be buried six feet under till I find them appealing. I hear people grieving over the implausibility of their unrequited affections, however those woes are foreign to me. My crushes, personal or otherwise, tend to be ground in admiration as opposed to need of possession; desire to lay the world at their feet, and shower them with appreciation. I've heard it proposed that most crushes are based on the imposition of a person's valued attributed onto another person -- the object of their desires. Whilst that theory certainly holds true for most variations of selfish puppy love, it is a simplified understanding insofar as it only takes into consideration those crushes based in possession. I, personally, don't care for that. I don't have silly date fantasies.
