The original post on Facebook was deleted but some enterprising soul
saved it off.
I know some of you don't like links but I'm supplying one to back up the
conversion of the text from the screen capture to text.
https://imgur.com/a/iCSmUhs
The text? Glad you asked!
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"John Henry Now JH, you ask, why the hell would anyone CHOOSE to not
have sex for a decade?
Well, because I'm not into paying for it for one thing. But I took
myself out of the pool.
I took myself out of the pool because I'd come to realize that my relationships were following a consistent pattern of abuse, and by abuse
I mean I was abusing my girlfriends. I never broke anyone's bones or
anything so severe as that, but that's because I was a raging asshole
and I knew that's where the line was that kept me out of jail.
This isn't going to be an easy read. I hope you all understand it's not
an easy write either.
Through three, three-year relationships spanning a period of about a
dozen years, I was an abusive son of a bitch. While it's probably not a coincidence that those were more or less the same dozen years I was
strung out on coke, that's also just a bullshit excuse. The reality is
that I was broke, fucked up, and wrong. There was a huge, huge gulf
between the person I was in my heart, and the person I acted as in my
day to day life. And yes, that includes the employment of corporal
punishment with my daughter, and hooboy don't we have a social approval structure in place to rationalize THAT kind of abuse!
Those of you with perception may be catching on to why integrity is such
a big thing to me.
The reality is that I was an abusive boyfriend. I was a domestic
abuser. I was a "wife-beater." That's not who I was in my mind and
heart. That's not who I wanted to be. But every time it ended up there.
It took a fourth failed relationship that was long-distance for me to
start getting a clue, and ultimately it took my daughter moving away and refusing to speak to me for over a year before whatever it was inside me finally broke, and I finally got the balls to face myself and admit that
I was an abusive son of a bitch and needed my ass kicked.
I had to get my bullshit straight, and until I did that I could not, absolutely could not, inflict myself on another human being.
Of course I was also a handsome son of a bitch, and a persuasive one, so
I "got away with it."
************
I'm glad he's straightened out his bullshit as he's gotten uglier an progressed to full time mooching.
The original post on Facebook was deleted but some enterprising soul
saved it off.
I know some of you don't like links but I'm supplying one to back up the conversion of the text from the screen capture to text.
https://imgur.com/a/iCSmUhs
The text? Glad you asked!
*******************
"John Henry Now JH, you ask, why the hell would anyone CHOOSE to not
have sex for a decade?
Well, because I'm not into paying for it for one thing. But I took
myself out of the pool.
I took myself out of the pool because I'd come to realize that my relationships were following a consistent pattern of abuse, and by abuse
I mean I was abusing my girlfriends. I never broke anyone's bones or anything so severe as that, but that's because I was a raging asshole
and I knew that's where the line was that kept me out of jail.
This isn't going to be an easy read. I hope you all understand it's not
an easy write either.
Through three, three-year relationships spanning a period of about a
dozen years, I was an abusive son of a bitch. While it's probably not a coincidence that those were more or less the same dozen years I was
strung out on coke, that's also just a bullshit excuse. The reality is
that I was broke, fucked up, and wrong. There was a huge, huge gulf
between the person I was in my heart, and the person I acted as in my
day to day life. And yes, that includes the employment of corporal punishment with my daughter, and hooboy don't we have a social approval structure in place to rationalize THAT kind of abuse!
Those of you with perception may be catching on to why integrity is such
a big thing to me.
The reality is that I was an abusive boyfriend. I was a domestic
abuser. I was a "wife-beater." That's not who I was in my mind and
heart. That's not who I wanted to be. But every time it ended up there.
It took a fourth failed relationship that was long-distance for me to
start getting a clue, and ultimately it took my daughter moving away and refusing to speak to me for over a year before whatever it was inside me finally broke, and I finally got the balls to face myself and admit that
I was an abusive son of a bitch and needed my ass kicked.
I had to get my bullshit straight, and until I did that I could not, absolutely could not, inflict myself on another human being.
Of course I was also a handsome son of a bitch, and a persuasive one, so
I "got away with it."
************
I'm glad he's straightened out his bullshit as he's gotten uglier an progressed to full time mooching.
On Friday, August 4, 2023 at 8:19:01 PM UTC-4, Davey Zimmerman #274 wrote:
The original post on Facebook was deleted but some enterprising soul
saved it off.
I know some of you don't like links but I'm supplying one to back up the
conversion of the text from the screen capture to text.
https://imgur.com/a/iCSmUhs
The text? Glad you asked!
*******************
"John Henry Now JH, you ask, why the hell would anyone CHOOSE to not
have sex for a decade?
Well, because I'm not into paying for it for one thing. But I took
myself out of the pool.
I took myself out of the pool because I'd come to realize that my
relationships were following a consistent pattern of abuse, and by abuse
I mean I was abusing my girlfriends. I never broke anyone's bones or
anything so severe as that, but that's because I was a raging asshole
and I knew that's where the line was that kept me out of jail.
This isn't going to be an easy read. I hope you all understand it's not
an easy write either.
Through three, three-year relationships spanning a period of about a
dozen years, I was an abusive son of a bitch. While it's probably not a
coincidence that those were more or less the same dozen years I was
strung out on coke, that's also just a bullshit excuse. The reality is
that I was broke, fucked up, and wrong. There was a huge, huge gulf
between the person I was in my heart, and the person I acted as in my
day to day life. And yes, that includes the employment of corporal
punishment with my daughter, and hooboy don't we have a social approval
structure in place to rationalize THAT kind of abuse!
Those of you with perception may be catching on to why integrity is such
a big thing to me.
The reality is that I was an abusive boyfriend. I was a domestic
abuser. I was a "wife-beater." That's not who I was in my mind and
heart. That's not who I wanted to be. But every time it ended up there.
It took a fourth failed relationship that was long-distance for me to
start getting a clue, and ultimately it took my daughter moving away and
refusing to speak to me for over a year before whatever it was inside me
finally broke, and I finally got the balls to face myself and admit that
I was an abusive son of a bitch and needed my ass kicked.
I had to get my bullshit straight, and until I did that I could not,
absolutely could not, inflict myself on another human being.
Of course I was also a handsome son of a bitch, and a persuasive one, so
I "got away with it."
************
I'm glad he's straightened out his bullshit as he's gotten uglier an
progressed to full time mooching.
No wonder he's screwed up. Ten years of masturbation will do that to a guy.
Family Guy <madeforzyngagames@yahoo.com> wrote:
On Friday, August 4, 2023 at 8:19:01 PM UTC-4, Davey Zimmerman #274 wrote: >>> The original post on Facebook was deleted but some enterprising soul
saved it off.
I know some of you don't like links but I'm supplying one to back up the >>> conversion of the text from the screen capture to text.
https://imgur.com/a/iCSmUhs
The text? Glad you asked!
*******************
"John Henry Now JH, you ask, why the hell would anyone CHOOSE to not
have sex for a decade?
Well, because I'm not into paying for it for one thing. But I took
myself out of the pool.
I took myself out of the pool because I'd come to realize that my
relationships were following a consistent pattern of abuse, and by abuse >>> I mean I was abusing my girlfriends. I never broke anyone's bones or
anything so severe as that, but that's because I was a raging asshole
and I knew that's where the line was that kept me out of jail.
This isn't going to be an easy read. I hope you all understand it's not
an easy write either.
Through three, three-year relationships spanning a period of about a
dozen years, I was an abusive son of a bitch. While it's probably not a
coincidence that those were more or less the same dozen years I was
strung out on coke, that's also just a bullshit excuse. The reality is
that I was broke, fucked up, and wrong. There was a huge, huge gulf
between the person I was in my heart, and the person I acted as in my
day to day life. And yes, that includes the employment of corporal
punishment with my daughter, and hooboy don't we have a social approval
structure in place to rationalize THAT kind of abuse!
Those of you with perception may be catching on to why integrity is such >>> a big thing to me.
The reality is that I was an abusive boyfriend. I was a domestic
abuser. I was a "wife-beater." That's not who I was in my mind and
heart. That's not who I wanted to be. But every time it ended up there.
It took a fourth failed relationship that was long-distance for me to
start getting a clue, and ultimately it took my daughter moving away and >>> refusing to speak to me for over a year before whatever it was inside me >>> finally broke, and I finally got the balls to face myself and admit that >>> I was an abusive son of a bitch and needed my ass kicked.
I had to get my bullshit straight, and until I did that I could not,
absolutely could not, inflict myself on another human being.
Of course I was also a handsome son of a bitch, and a persuasive one, so >>> I "got away with it."
************
I'm glad he's straightened out his bullshit as he's gotten uglier an
progressed to full time mooching.
No wonder he's screwed up. Ten years of masturbation will do that to a guy. >>
You’re the last guy in here who I expected to be shitcanning masturbation. John, Chad and yourself are living proof that it can sustain a man through the longest of dry patches!
The concern is not masturbation, but what prolonged, exclusive commitment
to it, can do to rationality and perspective.
John speculates that because he was smart and handsome, he got away with abusing women. The same John Henry DeJong who has been begging so he could change his life for twenty years without success, who is thirty pounds overweight, balding, toothless, won’t wash nevermind cut or style his stinking, matted, grey-since-thirty hair, can’t walk on his deformed feet, hobo-goateed, broken-nosed visage of a homeless poster child.
Who calls himself “a handsome son of a bitch”.
Masturbation may not warp the mind, but relying on it for two decades as
your only source of companionship and intimacy can have a profoundly
negative impact on both body and mind…
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