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Politics : Sharks in the Septic Tank -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: epicure who wrote (1752)	1/19/2001 6:15:26 PM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 82486

Gay parents, leading troops in which their own children are members, are of no more or less concern to me than straight parents, and the same common sense rules should apply to them. I actually didn't know gay parents were being refused the right to lead their kids' troops. That's awful. Speaking of males vs female predators: I used to take the subway two stops to my school in Brooklyn when I was in the 7th, 8th and 9th grades and had many terrifying incidents of having erections pressed against me during rush hour. A friend of mine arrived at school with semen running down her coat. I very much admired a bold friend of that time who traveled with a hat pin. She would hold it up and show it to her tormentors, and they would move on. Many times, as a child and as an adult, I've had exhibitionists do their pathetic thing. (I've told a couple of funny stories about that on SI, I think; not sure; funny in retrospect, not at the time.) My sister was a rather disturbed, lonely child, and would go to movies alone often (unknown to the family) when she was a eleven or twelve. Men sat and masturbated next to her frequently, she told me when we were adults. She would get up and move, but they would usually follow her. I wonder how many males were bothered in these ways by adult females when they were young. A few, but not many. Once, when I was nine or ten, I solicited it, knowing vaguely what I was doing. An older, teen aged, boy had molested my younger sister, and I was, bizarrely, curious and jealous, and asked if he would show me the cellar, too. It was painful and scary, and triggered a traumatic family scene.