Forgive me Holy Father because I was/am a dirty little tramp
As a teenager with scruffy clothes, shit hair, little money, and even less to do -outside of hanging around outside corner shops spitting on the pavement or trying to bunk turnstiles into football matches- I used to spend an inordinate amount of time sitting in the public library reading pretty much anything I could get my hands on...

'thats highly commendable of you' you say...

well it WASNT.
For some reason Ive always found libraries to be apallingly sexually tense places...it must be something to do with the enforced silence and the tight tweedy-ness of the librarians...and after about 10 mins or so of trying to read a Star Wars graphic novel or a book about WW2 - Id inevitably get the raging horn.
Which usually led me first to the Shaun Hutson books with their lurid descriptions of copulating couples about to be eaten alive by something fucking stupid like slugs and then to the gents lavatories where I'd indulge in an act of self pollution over the afore mentioned sex/eaten by something scenes.

SO thats my confession Holy Father...
When I was shit haired scruffy teenager and didnt have the money to go to football matches or didnt want to hang around outside shops spitting Id go to the library and masturbate over shit horror novels...

Ten hail Marys Holy father?
that'll do nicely
cheers
( bigmeuprudeboy is using powerpoint or paint...have MERCY, Fri 27 Aug 2010, 11:05, Reply)