Originally Posted by Psicosis

I assure you that your destination was the one I intended.

Originally Posted by Taco John

So how does this page go a full 33 pages long without any real controversey?

Originally Posted by gochiefs

33 pages my ass. Try 7.

Anyone not setting their posts per page to the max is a pussy!

Originally Posted by Iowanian

Reeeeeally threadwrecker.

I clocked in at #24. Don't see any of your jibberish in the first 100, but they're never worth looking any further than that anyway.

now, go ahead and get the last word in, flytrap.

Originally Posted by ChiefGator

Psi, obviously I don't know your biological issues, but you still may enjoy reading 'MiddleSex'. It's an interesting story about gender identification.

Mark

Originally Posted by Vlad Logicslav

If others want to confirm their rep comments then they will need to step forward. I consider rep to be private like PMs. The comments were generic enough I felt was not revealing who said it.

Originally Posted by Mr. Kotter

Nah...that's okay; I'll just butt out... :rolleyes:

Originally Posted by go bo

well, here's mine (as of today)...



:D :D :D

Originally Posted by Saulbadguy

Sweet. I thought the max was 60 PPP awhile back. Now its 80...or i just never set it to 80.

Originally Posted by gochiefs

Now to prove my point even moreso I will leave this thread and never come back. :harumph:

Originally Posted by BobChief

Wow. Gochiefs failing to honor her word.

What a shocker.

Originally Posted by Saulbadguy

Sweet. I thought the max was 60 PPP awhile back. Now its 80...or i just never set it to 80.

Originally Posted by SideWinder

Shit, I didn't even know setting your pages was an option.
How the hell do I do this?

Originally Posted by ArrowheadWolf

So... if I admit that I was born with two penii will I get bombarded with positive rep?

Originally Posted by Rain Man

It was only about four blocks from the Uptown. In looking at a mapquest map, I would guess that it was on Rolla Street somewhere between 6th and 8th. It was a very similar style to the Uptown, but I think it closed either when I was in college or soon thereafter (mid to late 80s).

They were the only two theaters in town for years. The multiplex east of the Forum only opened up right as I was graduating, and I think it was what did in the Ritz.

When I moved to Rolla in 1975, they had no fast food restaurants and no chains at all other than the Dairy Queen and a KFC. It was unbelievable how few restaurants they had there, especially for a college town. My dad managed the A&W, which was more or less right across the street from the Dairy Queen, and business was gangbusters there for years until all of the other fast food places showed up.

Originally Posted by ENDelt260

No wonder I don't know about the Ritz.



I got to Rolla in Fall 97... must've already been gone.

Originally Posted by ArrowheadWolf

So... if I admit that I was born with two penii will I get bombarded with positive rep?

Originally Posted by ENDelt260

You've got 'em flip-flopped in your head. The Uptown is the one across the street from the basement bar (presently known as The Grotto). North of the Uptown on Pine Street and on the opposite side of the road is campus.

Originally Posted by patteeu

Oops, I guess you're right. And since my mind appears to be slipping, I have to wonder if it was really Dairy Queen that had the excellent coney dogs instead of the A&W. hehe

Originally Posted by RedDread (Post 4591751)

Hmmm, I was wondering if this had been bumped because UP had become a post-op or something.

Originally Posted by Ari Chi3fs (Post 4591834)

Maybe we could spark some magic with GoChiefs and UP? Love is in the air?

Originally Posted by blueballs (Post 4591867)

what did they do with your junk

Originally Posted by Rausch (Post 4591763)

No, apparently Kotter's just wallowing in that fresh "out of the closet" smell...

Originally Posted by Rausch (Post 4591763)

No, apparently Kotter's just wallowing in that fresh "out of the closet" smell...

Originally Posted by CrazyPhuD (Post 5739766)

ROFL now I want to know what UP was really trying to say....

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 5739785)

I was trying to remember certain pertinent dates and decided to dig this up. Then I saw something funny and, seeing a thread with a bunch of pages and me as the OP, thought it was the wrestling thread.

How delightfully disparate and incongruous.

Originally Posted by Simply Red (Post 5739800)

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 2463095)

So... I'm a girl.

I know I've posted lots of wacky shit here over the years. Sometimes out of boredom, sometimes because I'd really like to think I'm funny, and sometimes because I was just in the mood to do so. This isn't one of those wacky moments. This is me, taking a very small step towards doing something I've wanted to do and saying something I've wanted to say to someone, ANYONE, for the longest damn time.

Yep. I'm "coming out." I'm transgendered. "MtF," in popular parlance (figure it out). Gender dysphoric to the max! "Evil, demon-possessed, deluded homo." Whatever you want to call me. And no, not in the Eddie Izzard "executive transvestite" way. I mean the, "I've known and felt I was female, in some way, for as long as I can remember despite being born in a male body" way. The "lots of early suicides and lots of shattered lives due to not being accepted by friends and family" way. Now, why would a girl like me not want to shout about that from the mountaintops?

I have cringed every time I've been referred to as a "he," or a "him," or an "(insert masculine pronoun here)" over the entirety of my 19 years of "existence." Well, minus the first couple of years. I think it was an accomplishment to simply eat and crap my pants at that point (Does that look like I said I ate my pants when I was very young to you? It does to me.). Regardless, from my earliest memories, I can recall almost intuitively knowing, or somehow inferring from responses I got when engaging in "wrong" behavior, that I would be well-advised to drop it and act another way or face some sort of terrible consequences that I couldn't even imagine (and now, looking back, I don't know what punishment is worse than being locked inside a ****ing miserable, hollow shell of a life and sleepwalking through my days while fearing any social interaction and going into some hyper-alert state of panic during said interactions because I might do something to "give myself away," but the logic of a four year old carried over into real-life application for the following fifteen years isn't exactly amazing).

Funny thing is, I would always end up doing things to trip my plans up and make me ripe for identification. For instance, the 6th grade book fair. I was never well-liked by my classmates at the private school I had only just begun attending, and even though I'd been a good baseball player, my skills apparently didn't equate well to kickball. Every day, I thought I'd prove something to them. Every day, I sucked. I dunno, it was a weird time. Anyways, I had just enough change left over to buy a poster -- but not enough for a book -- at this book fair. I'm not sure what there was, but the only thing I could see myself spending my money on was a poster featuring a cute little polar bear cub. So I bought that one. What the hell compelled me to do this, when I knew full well I was already disliked and picked on? Like I said, I dunno. I made up some incredibly brilliant cover story about it being for my cousin, but it still didn't change the fact that I had to carry around that damn polar bear poster all day and be ridiculed by both boys and girls alike for it.

Okay, I'm rambling, and this is going nowhere. Long story short, I got another shot at another private school in the 10th grade. Quit by November, shortly before an awakening of sorts, due to mysterious reasons like, "it's too far from home" and the ever-incredible, "I just didn't like it." Why did I really quit? I was tormented every day, even though the people there were almost all pretty darn nice, even the ones I had gone to school with before (2nd-5th grades, my halcyon days if I ever had them) and hadn't been in the same circles with at the time. All around me were girls of all types, and I was completely out of place every single day. I didn't want to make out with them like my male classmates presumably did, I wanted to BE them. I wanted to be the somewhat geeky girl with the medium-length blonde hair and the thick glasses who loved Slipknot (okay, taste in music aside). I wanted to be the girl with braces and a very nice body and great, rusty blond-ish hair. I didn't want to be the girl with the pig-laugh as much as I wanted to be one of the aforementioned girls, but I'd have gladly accepted that, too.

For God's sake, how the hell could I have broken through that initial wall in the way of the seemingly unattainable goal of not being miserable? I mean, this is the first time I've ever even been able to TYPE it out, much less say it to someone, and I'm doing this in WordPad, and I'm not sure I'll even get up the nerve to C&P this over to the reply box. It is beyond ****ing torture to know who you are and are NOT and be told by society through years and years of conditioning that you MUST pretend to be the one you're not. It is immeasurably horrible to hide who you really are because you're scared you'll get into some sort of trouble or have things become even worse. But then, it's even worse to realize that YOU HAVE NOTHING EVEN WITH THE FACADE and still remain silent because you're so scared of what could happen to ruin an already ruined life.

I have finally decided to take that step because only now do I truly realize what I've lost and what I will continue to lose by lying to others. I've long since given up on lying to myself, but keeping secrets has never been my favorite thing, even if I'm prone to keep secrets in spite of myself; Come on, I kept the fact that my eyesight was terrible from my parents for six years. It's why I quit baseball in the first place (imagine almost hitting a home run but having it be snagged at the wall by an outfielder and being confused because you're trying to interpret signals from your coaches and teammates to tell you whether you need to round the bases or go back to the dugout). SIX YEARS. That's a pretty minor bit of information in the grand scheme of things, and here I am holding it in as if I were afraid of being labeled a freak like those poor transgendered people or som--oh, right. Damn. How the hell will I ever let that one out? :rolleyes:

Why all the boring backstory? Not sure. It isn't all that illuminating, in retrospect. I actually just chopped out a large chunk of it that did nothing but take up even more space. My hands are shaking, my spelling's shit, I've locked the cats out of this room which contains their food and litter box, and I know I've probably left lots of thoughts hanging despite the length... sorry for the generaly incoherency (hey, cool band name).

Okay, one very ironic aside before continuing. My bed sheets are pink. I originally acquired them on a temporary basis while washing my old light blue ones, but they're much more comfortable and, like I said, I love the irony and the in-joke aspect of the blue comforter on the outside and the pink sheets on the inside.

Anyways, I'm sure I'll regret posting this at some point in the very near future (like... hmm... now). But I've made up my mind after literally thrashing about my bed for long periods of time over the past twenty-four to thirty-six hours, yelling at my ceiling, at God or God know's what, or yelling at nothing in particular about "blue balloons" and "pink ballons" and why they make them and why I and so many others were put in the wrong ****ing pile, and HOW ****ING CRUEL CAN YOU BE TO KNOWINGLY DO THAT TO SOMEONE?! I had seriously reached a breaking point, and I wasn't sure if those idle thoughts of suicide would remain so idle anymore. So, I came to the conclusion that today is the big day, and hopefully not just on this forum or the internet in general.

Friday the 13th. As always, my timing is beyond impeccable. And even though Dave Chappelle just took a break from dealing with his own shit right now and called me from South Africa to remind me that you can sometimes keep it too real, I somehow thought the best way to jump into that vast ocean called "OMGWTFBBQ" was to post this somewhat anonymously (but with my intraweb cred at stake -- for a shut-in like me, that's big!) on a very lively SPORTS-driven message board with thousands of members.

I'm sure I'll be treated differently, and probably not in a good way, but oh well. If I never get a rep comment in which I'm referred to as "man" again, it'll be at least a little bit worth it. And I'm sure some people will feel free to tell me I'm evil or sick (and I am sick, in other ways that I suspect are caused by hiding my identity for my entire life -- wanna know why I'm so forgiving with Ricky Williams? Because I am absolutely positive that I've got Social Anxiety Disorder, which has a damn appropriate acronym, and I've been afraid to get it addressed because I was scared of this getting out along with it.) and going to hell or whatever, or if not tell me at least think it. That's fine. I may not ever be able to be a "regular" poster on what I've considered to be a great outlet again, and that's fine, too, even if it'll hurt a little and I'm sure I'll be upset when I feel rejected over this, even if only 1% were doing that and the other 99% said, "I don't profess to know what it's like or even to know much about it, but you go, girl." Yes, the last part was a joke. The "you go, girl," part anyways.

Like I said at the beginning of this novel-length... thing, I AM A GIRL. A nineteen year old girl with a very weird upbringing that she hated nearly every moment of and issues galore, to be sure, but yes, I am a girl. And being able to type that right now, after so long being unable to muster the strength, makes me feel like that misery was worth it.

So, there went nothing. My official entry in the "worst post ever" contest. I'm going to let the cats back in here so they can eat and and I'll go take a shower now. I'll check back in on the mayhem later.

Hoooooooly shit.

Originally Posted by GoBobDole (Post 2464256)

Psi feeling compelled to share that story is so damned inspirational that Bob Dole feels like sharing, too.

Just like Psi, Bob Dole has posted some wacky shit here over the past few years, with the primary difference being that Bob Dole is actually intelligent and funny (and as those of you who have met Bob Dole know, extremely handsome). And just like Psi, this isn't one of those moments. Bob Dole has wanted to share this since the old KC Star forum days, but hasn't had the nerve to admit it until reading this story (and having 4 beers). It truly is liquid courage!

Just like Psi, Bob Dole ate and crapped his pants at a young age, but unlike Psi, Bob Dole stopped before his 14th birthday. Just like Psi, Bob Dole is often miserable, but unlike Psi, Bob Dole chooses to ignore his frustrations and occupy his mind with women and alcohol instead of lounging on pink sheets throwing tantrums nobody can hear.

And unlike Psi, Bob Dole isn't rambling, so shut the **** up.

Bob Dole played kickball as a child, but Bob Dole ruled. Well, at least until that bitch Allison Devan wasn't paying any attention and ran face first into Bob Dole's upper lip and crammed one of her brace-enhanced ****ing rabbit teeth through Bob Dole's upper lip on his 9th birthday. Happy Birthday Bob! Hope you enjoy the smell of that sticky crap they put on with the butterfly stitches, as it will be your constant companion for the next 3 ****ing weeks. At least the stupid bitch managed to grow some decent tits later on and didn't have a problem sharing them. And doesn't everything in life come down to tit size in the end?

Still not rambling.

Bob Dole suspects that Psi also tried bowling, but sucked at it. Why else would there be no mention of bowling? On the other hand, Bob Dole was an excellent league bowler in his teens. The league secretary was a 40ish woman named Wanda who had an impressive rack. She was truly an inspiration, as only a nice rack can inspire a pubescent boy, if you get Bob Dole's drift. Bob Dole carried the third highest average in the league most seasons and used a 14 pound ball. It was about the size of one of Wanda's titties.

This is harder than Bob Dole thought it would be. Type type tpye, backspace backspace backspace, rinse and repeat. Damn this beer is good and cold. Bob Dole has an excellent refrigerator. It's a Whirlpool. Icemaker equipped. Almond in color. Handles installed on the left, thank you very much.

But back to the point, since just like Psi, Bob Dole wandered a bit. Bob Dole's sheets are white. Both sets. Cotton. Queen size with a decent thread count. Bob Dole is also white, but not as white as the sheets. Bob Dole likes them to be pressed when they come out of the dryer so they are nice and smooth and crisp. Of course, Bob Dole likes to think that every Thursday is Steak and a Blowjob day, but that isn't ****ing happening either.

Why all the boring backstory? Because it makes Bob Dole laugh knowing that you're actually reading this shit. Lemmings.

Just kidding. The backstory is important because it talks about titties and bowling and kickball. The backstory serves to illustrate that males in mid-america are fascinated with that stuff. And dodgeball. What the **** is wrong with all the people trying to ban dodgeball? They probably want to whack off their peckers, too.

Friday the 13th. Wow. Bob Dole can read a calendar.

(Other really interesting and entertaining stuff edited for brevity and saved for future use.)

Anyway, the primary point is that Bob Dole has been living a lie for more than 4 years, which is like 28 dog years. And Bob Dole has two dogs, so it's been like 56 years, which is a lifetime to almost everyone here but Skip. Bob Dole has come to think of two or three of you as almost decent human beings during the time here, and Bob Dole can't stand living the lie any longer.

Bob Dole's name isn't really Bob Dole.

Originally Posted by Mr. Kotter (Post 5739864)

Just in case UP gets a wild hair and decides to delete this post as well....heh.

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 5739802)

I'm honestly embarrassed by this thread, by the way. Not because of the sentiment or the emotion or anything, but because I'm such a completely different person now. I mean, maybe not on the Planet, but it's weird even realizing I was ever in the place I was in back then.

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 2465516)

Explaining things has never really been my forte, so an already beyond difficult subject for anyone who's not actually experienced it to understand is made even tougher, but I'll try to explain a little.

I've never identified as a guy. Just, haven't done it. I've never felt like I "belonged" in that classification, and I've really never been that comfortable around guys (especially as time has gone on; my best friend's not your typical "manly man" -- some would probably describe him as a "metrosexual," with his longish hair and soft features and generally not-terribly-masculine interests; he's a guy, just not a super-masculine one -- and I'm still uncomfortable around him most of the time; 'course, part of that could stem from the fact that, while he's nonchalantly looking at porn, I'll be holding back thoughts like, "Why does she feel the need to do that? If I had her body, there's no way I'd let everyone see it like that. God, I wish I had her body."). Like I said, even when I was very young and really didn't have a clue what all of the differences were, I always thought of myself as being a girl. I couldn't see myself any other way, despite the confusion I felt when I realized that admitting that to people would be a bad idea. I was pretty perceptive for a kid, really, which both helped and hurt.

As for most of the stuff you mentioned, it didn't really impact my perception of who I was as much as it was affected by my perception of who I was. I think I'm probably straight, on the whole, because I find certain guys to be pretty hot at times (and whenever I look at pretty girls, envy is the overwhelming emotion), but I never really think too much about that simply because I have too much of my own stuff to deal with to worry about anyone else. Also, I do think it would be nice to have the option of wearing something cool-looking or pretty rather than the crap I wear (mostly a big, bland pullover and cargo pants, weather permitting, with ragged sneakers, which is ironically what seems to be fairly popular among trans guys -- "trans guys," by the way, refers to genetic females who feel their gender identity is male), but again, it's more of a side effect rather than some driving force.

Now, why is it that I didn't (and don't) identify with the people who share my physical similarities? What makes the vast majority of people comfortable in their bodies/assigned gender roles while that small group of us isn't? I have no idea, and really, no one does. There are lots of theories, but that's all there are. Nothing conclusive. Most of them revolve around stuff like hormone levels at birth or what have you, but I don't really know enough or even care enough to find out too much. I can't change who I am, so does it really matter why on a scientific level? Sure, it would be great to be able to hold up something to "prove" myself to those who can't comprehend it, but there's nothing out there that currently does so, so I can't bother myself with it.

I don't know. It's just really tough to explain, and the rambling takes over every time I try to. Imagine yourself placed into a female body (or a male body, for female posters/readers, which is more analogous to my situation), and then imagine everyone expecting you to act like you're entirely comfortable with that and that you like who you're expected to be, when you are really, truly not. Toss in severe self-consciousness and paranoia, and maybe that's an approximation of what it's like, though from a different direction (and I have a ton of sympathy for trans guys; both sides have it extremely tough in similar and different ways).

In the end, though, I don't really think it's possible for someone who hasn't had to think about their gender to understand, though, just as someone who's always been blind or deaf doesn't really "get" sight or music the way people who have lived with it as a part of their lives for as long as they can remember do. It's just such an innate part of your being.

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 2465581)

I was homeschooled from 6th grade through high school, aside from the aforementioned three months I spent going to a private school in the tenth grade. I was going to be on the basketball team there (it was a small school), but I decided to quit before the season started due to reasons both related and unrelated to this. Really, though, the people there were pretty cool, and the only time I've ever had a really rough time was the sixth grade, and at times in the first grade.

I don't know if I was ever suspected, but I hated going to school because I was always scared it would be revealed. I tried my best to just sort of sleepwalk through it as best I could.

It's weird, though. People who remember me from school (usually the halcyon days of 2nd-5th grades, and I mostly hear about this in third party form, as my "network" of friends is basically just my best friend -- why he still hangs out with me is beyond me, but he really is like my brother, and he's my only connection to the world, really; I never do anything other than go to sporting events -- a few hours where I can be a part of the crowd and forget I'm a "freak" -- unless I'm going somewhere with him, and it's very rare even then, since I'll often turn him down if he asks if I want to go to the movies with a few friends or something) tend to have nice things to say about me, though I don't know what they could have really liked about the boy I portrayed back then, since all I can remember is a friendly but scared, humorless shell who got good grades (I remember being heartbroken when I finished second in the fifth grade class in grades).

Almost certainly.

Dunno. If it were as easy as snapping my fingers, definitely. But it's a long, tough process, and I'm not sure I have the self-confidence to do it. I've let myself get fat over the past few years in some sort of self-destructive "I don't care anymore" thing, but even if I can fix that (and hey, fat chicks are people, too), I've got all sorts of insecurities on top of that. I think it'll boil down to self-confidence and the kind of support and help I get when I set things in motion. Another big fear is that I won't be able to find a good therapist who can actually help me.

As for other stuff, I don't have a job (I'm only barely a college student, via online classes, because I have an irrational fear of what it'll be like to actually be on campus; that's the SAD speaking, I'm sure). I live with my mom, and when I describe myself as a "grade-A loser/slacker type person," I'm not joking.

By the way, I never posted at the Star board. I discovered the Planet a couple of months before I registered.

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 2465593)

Most likely. I'm extremely insecure. But being in the right body would, at the very least, help me feel a little more confident in myself, I would imagine.

For instance, I often get pissed off at not getting to have a real childhood, despite having loving parents and some decent friends, and nothing can change that unless there's some sort of magic pill and a time machine out there.

That's what transition is: changing the outside to become more aligned with the inside. Whether I go through that or not, I can't change who I am on the inside, and I am not male on the inside (and I'm glad about that, despite the difficulties; I used to pray to God at night to change my body, but I always included a qualifier to leave my mind the way it was). Again, it's an insanely difficult thing for anyone who's not actually had to experience this to understand, so I don't expect you to, but changing the outside wouldn't make me something I already believe myself to be any more than buying a motorcycle would make you more of a man.

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 2465783)

Okay, plunging back into the depths, despite the already-pounding headache.

It's not really a big deal. I'd rate my basketball skills as "okay to bleh," and I'm not a terrible shooter, but I lose focus really easily when playing basketball, which makes my shooting get pretty pants. I can dribble between my legs, if that makes me a good ballhandler. ROFL

I was just a bit more "settled in" with these people, especially my two best friends at the time, and I was actually fairly popular despite my aforementioned lack of offering anything really notable aside from general niceness. I had sort of gotten worn out by the end of fifth grade, regardless, and the only people I've even talked to in the past, say, five years that I know from that time are my best friend and about five others, not counting the ones I went to school with in tenth grade.

If I hadn't gone the "eat whatever and don't do a damn thing because I don't care" route, I suspect I'd be fairly close to the aforementioned numbers. I may be 5'11" though, not sure. Or maybe that's just what I hope. Closer to 260 than 160 at this point.

I never knew what everybody meant
By endless, hopeless, bleak despair
Until one day when I found out
The first time I ever left my house
It saw me and followed me home
And stayed with me for my whole life
-- TMBG, "Hopeless Bleak Despair"

I don't think I totally started grasping what it really meant until I was twelve or so, and then I think I finally "woke up" once I was around 15. From there it's been sort of a waiting game.

He doesn't know, actually. He may suspect something, because I'm sure he's seen tons of signs in the large amount of time we've spent together, and I think his response when he does find out will probably be something like, "Oh. That explains a lot," but I haven't actually said anything about it to him yet.

We're pretty close despite fairly divergent interests, though, and the amount of times we "mind-meld" and one of us blurts out something only to have the other one say, "I was thinking the same thing," be it a bit of music or a word or a reference, or something, is pretty amusing, so I wouldn't at all be surprised if he had already known something was off.

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 2466444)

Wrongo. I'm not gay. Big difference between gay (sexual orientation) and transgendered (gender identity). If I were gay, it would be much simpler. I would identify as male and be attracted to males. Fairly straightforward, no? Nothing is simple when I'm involved, though. I identify as female and sexual orientation really doesn't factor into the equation.

The former is preferred, though I can understand why it's difficult for some to really "get" it or do it. I don't really hold it against anyone, even if it makes me uncomfortable.

There was definitely a bit of latent anger within me over that, and I think it did show at times, though I don't think my reaction would have been too terribly different even without this being an issue.

It appears that my reputation has presented me with the opportunity/temptation to take one of the many branches that says "this is a joke" and wipe myself clear of this, but it would be more harmful than good in all sorts of ways, so I will reiterate that I'm wholly serious. If I had been looking for a laugh, the original post probably would have sufficed without spending an hour and a half trying to pour out into words what I had felt over the course of my life.

I can also understand why some people wouldn't want to believe this is true, but really, there's nothing I can do about that.

Originally Posted by FAX (Post 5739876)

No good reason to be embarrassed, Ms. Ultra Peanut. None whatsoever.

What does make sense, however, is that, in retrospect, you realize that you've progressed emotionally (and, I am certain, in other ways, as well) since this thread was created. That should foster a feeling of satisfaction ... perhaps even pride ... not embarrassment.

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 5739805)

I still don't understand why you think we're the same person. MagicHef's a freakin' truther.

Originally Posted by Simply Red (Post 5739891)

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 5739899)

Then why did you pretend to for so long? It bothered me so much!

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 5739970)

This thread is four years old (!), and that my username prior to 2006.

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 5739970)

This thread is four years old (!), and that my username prior to 2006.

Originally Posted by KcMizzou (Post 5739977)

I still think of you as psicosis. That was a cool name.

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 5739885)

Christ, you're a tool.

Oh, it's both. Just, wow. Totally different person.

I even look younger than I did back then, thanks to the whole not-being-obese thing.

Originally Posted by Ultra Peanut (Post 2463097)

I can't ****ing believe I clicked the button. Awesome.

I feel like I'm about to vomit, but... awesome.

Originally Posted by macdawg (Post 5740003)

this truly is a different football forum than you normally see

Originally Posted by macdawg (Post 5740003)

this truly is a different football forum than you normally see

Originally Posted by Ari Chi3fs (Post 5740071)

Ok, all seriousness aside... why isn't this thread in the HOF?

Originally Posted by DeezNutz (Post 5740085)

I have never seen this thread before.

Much courage from UP to start this thread.

Originally Posted by Dayze (Post 5740211)

Good for you. Life is way too short to give a flyin F what others think of you; particularly if you don't like the way you see yourself.

That tooks stones (no pun intended of course) to post that. Hopefully it's the catalyst to get things right in your world.

Gay/straight/trans/bi etc....who gives a sh*t.
As long as you're happy and content withyourself etc. There are a lot of people considered 'normal' by mainstream who are miserable pricks.

Right on.

Originally Posted by Dayze (Post 5740211)

Good for you. Life is way too short to give a flyin F what others think of you; particularly if you don't like the way you see yourself.

That tooks stones (no pun intended of course) to post that. Hopefully it's the catalyst to get things right in your world.

Gay/straight/trans/bi etc....who gives a sh*t.
As long as you're happy and content withyourself etc. There are a lot of people considered 'normal' by mainstream who are miserable pricks.

Right on.

Originally Posted by DeezNutz (Post 5740229)

This post was far too open-minded and accepting to have a place on this forum. ;)