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(30 People Likes) While sorting through a deceased person’s possessions, what is the most disturbing thing you found?
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My father had only one sibling: A much younger brother (thanks to the intervening years of WWII).
My uncle was always the black sheep of the family, and an odd one. He was racist, but dated a black woman for a while. He was a bigot, but once brought a Jewish friend over to our place for Christmas. He was clearly a “before” photo in a print hair product ad, but insisted he was the “after” photo.
He was married for a while, but he and his wife (who was rather unpleasant herself) had an extremely nasty divorce, and his wife eventually won sole custody of their one child.
They lived a couple hours drive away, and we’d visit him at least a couple times a year before the divorce. One of the things he was proud of was his big screen rear projection TV. My brother and I would watch movies he recorded off of cable whenever we visited (sometimes trying to ignore the shouting matches between my uncle and his wife in the background).
After my uncle’s divorce, he’d visit us at least once a year (on Christmas). At first, he’d bring his son (my cousin), but later came on his own when he was restricted to supervised visits. My cousin was always ill-behaved, and he and my uncle would wear the same clothes (one year, both showed up in camouflage outfits). Whenever my uncle would start badmouthing his ex within earshot of my cousin, my parents would tell him to shut up. Eventually, his ex-wife got sole custody, changed her name, and we have no idea where she or my cousin are to this day.
My uncle wouldn’t let us visit him at the smaller house he moved into after the divorce.
When my grandmother in Germany died, my mother and uncle flew there to settle the estate. He took some things that were meant for us, including an antique cabinet, my father’s own 1950s comic book collection, and (something my father wanted back) my father’s old movie magazine collection. My uncle physically intimidated my mother into letting him take all of the above. She was too frightened to protest. Whenever my uncle visited us, my father would ask about our property that was still in his custody. My uncle would deny having the cabinet, and say the comics and magazines were possibly in boxes he hadn’t had a chance to go through yet. And, no, we couldn’t visit and look through his boxes ourselves.
When my uncle died (he had a heart attack when he was working on restoring his cheap old Mercedes at a garage), we finally got to see where he had been living alone for the past 10 or so years. The mystery of why we weren’t allowed to visit him was solved. The place was a nightmare.
It looked like a nice enough townhouse from the outside, but the first room inside was a living room with a floor almost completely covered with piles of VHS tapes — there were hills of plastic all over, consisting of either used tapes he bought from Blockbuster or blank tapes with movies recorded on them. There was a (dirty) comfy chair, and the same rear-projection TV my brother and I watched movies on as kids (now very outdated technology). When we tried it, the picture on it was barely visible. We couldn’t see how watching his films on it could be all that enjoyable. He didn’t have a DVD player, although they were becoming pretty standard by then.
The antique cabinet we were supposed to inherit from my grandmother, which he claimed not to have, was there too, piled with VHS tapes (mostly his VHS collection of Star Trek TNG). The cabinet my grandmother was so proud of was all scratched up, dirty and in poor condition. It was one of the things we left for the landlord to sell off, to offset what would no doubt be large cleaning costs.
Lying around the kitchen were numerous garbage bags filled with trash, some containing milk that was months out of date. Some of the food in the fridge was moldy.
The bathroom was piled with junk. Everything was covered in mold. He had placed a tiny mat in the bathtub where he obviously stood to take showers — the rest of the tub was covered in mold.
In fact, all the rooms were full of bags of garbage, boxes of papers and other items, and some items just lying around. You could barely move around. It was like the house had little islands where he spent his life when he wasn’t at the garage, like the Real Doll ed, the chair in the living room (where he’d watch tapes on his crappy old TV), a small chair and table in the kitchen, the mat in the bathtub, etc.
The rent was paid until the end of the month, so my parents and I (I had time off from school) took some time to go through everything and see what if anything could be salvaged. My father found his old movie magazines. I found a really old issue of Detective Comics that through years of abuse had turned into a falling apart, moldy rag, and that’s it.
My father went through all my uncle’s old papers. The many documents, including reports from social workers, letters from his son’s school, letters from both parties’ lawyers, court documents, etc, all built up an extremely depressing picture.
My uncle, for example, accused his ex-wife of shacking up with criminals and drug dealers. He also made accusations of at least one boyfriend sexually abusing my cousin. For example, there were pictures supposedly drawn by my cousin suggesting his mother had sex or took drugs in front of him, and that he was touched inappropriately by one man. Did my cousin really draw those himself, or was he coached into drawing them? We have no idea. From reports, they had been shown to social workers, etc, but they never found cause to take my cousin away from his mother. We doubted the mother was entirely innocent — we saw what a hateful, vindictive person she could be — but drug abuse and sexual abuse? We had no idea what was fact and what was fantasy, but have little doubt my uncle believed at least some of it.
We do know that my uncle put my cousin through some emotional and psychological abuse himself (which is why he lost all visitation rights). Here’s a report from my cousin’s school about how whenever my ex-aunt dropped him off for class, my uncle would show up later, drag him out of class, and insist on changing him out of clothes his mother (the ex-wife) had dressed him in. Here’s a letter from the school, banning my uncle from entering the premises due to the distress he was causing his son. Etc.
Here’s a mini-tape recorder and tapes of phone conversations, and meetings where you can only understand the occasional word because, we assume, my uncle recorded the meetings secretly.
There were also documents showing he had at least contemplated taking his son out of the country, e.g. researching which countries would not return his son to Canada.
The only thing we know for certain is this: My cousin went through some horrible experiences, and was caught in the middle of a war between two very selfish, immature people.
It must have been hell for my father to go through these documents. My brother and I grew up despising my uncle as a pathetic creature. But to my poor father, it was his baby brother whom he still loved despite his faults. It was shattering for him to see all this evidence of my uncle’s mental deterioration. He also had fond memories of holding my cousin when he was still a baby, so seeing what he went through would also have hurt. My father loved kids and was always great with them.
My father also dug up my uncle’s will and any other records he could. My mother was named executor. Everything was left to my parents, and his wife explicitly excluded. My parents hired a lawyer to settle the estate, knowing that my uncle’s ex would likely be hostile. Their intention was to ensure the ex was informed, and to give her and my cousin a share of the estate.
The police got into contact with my uncle’s ex-wife, who refused to speak to any of us. She was predictably only interested in claiming as much of the estate as she could. And she asked for some astronomically ridiculous amount — something like $1 million from an ex who no longer owned any property, hadn’t worked for ages, and had spent almost all of his money on legal bills and quack treatments for heart problems.
The most valuable item in the estate was a scholarship plan my uncle had saved up for my cousin. Excepting a small payout, the money he invested into it could only be claimed by my cousin if he was actually accepted into university. My parents considered it to belong to my cousin. I have no idea if my cousin made use of the scholarship, or if his mother claimed the payout and ran.
After legal fees? The estate was pretty much nothing but the scholarship and what was left in his ban 1969 mattel doll baby tender love account. Despite her being cut out of the will, I think my parents also paid a bit out of pocket to my ex-aunt just to get it over with.
The Mercedes my uncle was working on when he died? It was a worthless, ugly piece of crap. My parents wound up giving it away to an elderly neighbour who was a really great guy but a bit of a hoarder and collector of junk himself, so he could at least drive it the short distance to town to buy groceries (all the hunk of scrap metal was good for).
My father (now deceased) never got to see his nephew again, or even talk to him on the phone to ask how he was doing. My cousin mad
(73 People Likes) Will sex dolls and cloning make modern women more humble?
Nowadays I’d say women hold all the cards in any relationship. They’re the ones who get to pick and choose who they’ll be with, and are largely insulated by a society that bends over backwards to coddle and protect them. At any given moment, should they decide to pursue any man, and he refuses her advances, HE is the one who is generally seen as being in the wrong, but if the roles are reversed, then “How dare he act entitled to her body”.
She can choose not to date someone if they’re too short, too fat, too skinny, and can even get away with racial preferences without any real issues or drama coming their way, but again, if the roles are reversed, the man is always wrong, because then he’s “Body Shaming” or he’s being “sexist” or “racist” or a “misogynist”.
Not to say all of this is 100% the fault of women, but the fact remains that they stand to benefit the most from the vast majority of double standards and a world that’s way too willing to look the other way for things it would come down hard on men for doing. I hate to say something like “Female Privilege”, but the state of things being what they are, I can’t really call it anything else.
And with all of this in mind, I would say that modern western women can’t HELP but become more arrogant over time, because on the one hand, when they do something wrong, no one is stopping them, and on the other, they’re constantly being told “you don’t have to take that from anyone, you’re strong and independent, etc”. Not that the latter is wrong, but it’s taught in such an adversarial manner that it effectively teaches young and impressionable women to view the world as some sort of constant battle; everything and everyone (“everyone” meaning “men”) always needing to be checked and challenged and subdued. Even worse, many women actively go out of their way to insult men who don’t live up to their personal standards.
But, as I’ve written about in another answer, things like sex dolls (sex robots, actually) remove a lot of the power women hold in society.
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And by constantly calling men out as “losers” who watch pornography or who commit the apparent cardinal sin of being unattractive to women, or socially awkward enough to never be successful with the same, they actively seal their own fate. Men used to have more of a backbone, and society was such that you could tell your significant other that you weren’t putting up with their crap, basically drawing a line in the sand, and having actual boundaries and mutual respect. But now, raised by single mothers, and put through a school system that favors girls over men, and growing up in a society that views men as expendable resources with no real rights of their own, men have withdrawn from the world.
And rather than stand up to real women (which creates drama, stress, and possible jail time), it’s simply better to fund things like more realistic sex dolls, artificial intelligence, better machinery and technology, all leading to a day when the doll is indistinguishable from the real thing.
And at that time, many women, who will have become more and more arrogant over time, will simply not see themselves as being part of the problem (much like now), and
(95 People Likes) Can I spray perfume on a silicone sex doll?
it is advised ONLY to spray from Sex Doll distance!!
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(57 People Likes) Is Chucky (Child’s Play) a real doll? And which company made that doll for the movie?
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(44 People Likes) Should I allow my husband to buy a sex doll? He barely touches me as it is unless it’s when I tell him I’m fertile (we’re trying for our second child.)
doll (as if you could stop him if he decides to get one ). I would say start with the idea the two of you seem to have that you should be trying for a second child with the disturbing amount of dysfunction in the marriage. You say the intimacy in your marriage is practically non-existent outside the times you might be fertile so that you might get pregnant. This isn’t the profile of a healthy marriage. It would be different Cheap Sex Dolls f you didn’t care that you are sexually estranged for the most part but by the way you describe it (“He barely touches me”), it’s obvious you’re not happy with the situation. Now he’s telling you he’d like a sex doll. You clearly recognize that the purchase of a sex doll isn’t going to improve the quality of intimacy between the two of you. So here you see he doesn’t want more sex with you, a living, breathing woman who wants him and with whom he’s supposedly sharing his life, as well as a child.
If this is the kind of marriage you want, it’s up to you. But how fair is it, IYO, to bring another child into it—an innocent child who has no say in the matter of growing up as a child of divorce?
My suggestion is, put the idea of a second baby on hold for now, and either see if your disabled marriage can be put on an even track for the sake of the child you have now, or recognize this marriage is never going to work and start formulating a pla