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G (131)
Adventures In The Red Desert (Lost In The Desert) (1972/G/#22533/Columbia Pictures Industries)
At The Edge Of The Arctic Ice (1972/G/#23291/National General)
The Ballad Of Billie Blue (1972/G/#23125/B.E. Productions)
Barrel Of Fun (1972/G/#23316/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Bengal Tiger (1972/G/#603/Globe International)
Black Rodeo (1972/G/#23354/Cinerama Releasing)
Bowling (1972/G/#23160/Paramount Pictures Corp.))
Broadway Malady (1972/G/#23178/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Brother Of The Wind (1972/G/#616/Jensen Farley Pictures, Inc.)
By Map And Compass (1972/G/#23334/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Bye, Bye, Blackboard (1972/G/#23253/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Cancel My Reservation (1972/G/#23313/Warner Bros. Inc.))
Cattle Battle (1972/G/#22991/United Artists Corp.)
The Chaplin Review (1972/G/#23329/Columbia Pictures Industries)
The Chestnut Nut (1972/G/#23457/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Chili Con Corny (1972/G/#23232/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
The Christmas That Almost Wasn't (1972/G/#23548/MGM Film Company)
Citizen Harold (1972/G/#23381/Columbia Pictures Industries)
The Concert For Bangladesh (The Bangladesh Concert; The Bengladesh Concert) (1972/G/#23311/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Country Music (1972/G/#23312/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Crash (1972/G/#23310/United Artists Corp.)
Croakus-Pocus (1972/G/#22975/United Artists Corp.)
Crystal Gazabo (1972/G/#23176/Columbia Pictures Industries)
The Daredevil Men (1972/G/#23358/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
The Darwin Adventure (1972/G/#23151/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Day Of The Wolves (1972/G/#537/Gold Key Entertainment)
Don't Burro Trouble (1972/G/#23363/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Drag Racer (1972/G/#706/Artists International)
Elvis On Tour (1972/G/#23469/MGM Film Company)
Expert Explorer (1972/G/#23454/20th Century-Fox)
The Fighters (Anatomy Of A Fight) (1972/G/#23318/Petersen-Chartwell Films)
A Fink In The Rink (1972/#22861/United Artists Corp.)
The First Telephone (1972/G/#23194/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
A Fish Story (1972/G/#23184/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Fishing Safari (1972/G/#/Allied Artists)
Flat Flip Flies Straight (1972/G/#23531/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Flight To The Finish (1972/G/#22973/United Artists Corp.)
A Fly In The Pink (1972/G/#22993/United Artists Corp.)
For Such As We (1972/G/#23478/Lang Film Distributors, Inc.)
Frog Jog (1972/G/#22992/United Artists Corp.)
The Genie With The Light Touch (1972/G/#23251/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
George (1972/G/#668/Capital Productions)
Godzilla vs The Smog Monster (1972/G/#23141/American Int'l Pictures)
iGold Diggin' Woodpecker (1972/G/#23090/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Gong With The Pink (1972/G/#22997/United Artists Corp.)
The Great Waltz (1972/G/#23339/MGM Film Company)
The Half-Breed (1972/G/#637/TWI National & TWI National, Inc.)
Happy Hollow Hayride (1972/G/#23258/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Harm Sweet Home (1972/G/#23459/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Hectormobile (1972/G/#23456/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
High Flyer (1972/G/#23430/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Hokey Home Movies (1972/G/#23431/Terrytoons, A Component Of Viacom International, Inc.)
The Huntsman (1972/G/#23370/Columbia Pictures Industries)
In Pursuit Of...? (1972/G/#23535/Emerson Films)
Indian Corn (1972/G/#23091/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
The Invisibeam (1972/G/#23193/Twentieth Century-Fox
Island In Orbit (1972/G/#23346/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Joshua & The Blob (1972/G/#23546/Jack H. Harris Enterprises, Inc.)
Kongi's Harvest (1972/G/#590/U.M. Film Distribution)
Lake Constanz Kaleidoscope (1972/G/#23307/United Artists Corp.)
Land Of Morning (1972/G/#23360/Columbia Pictures Industries)
The Legend Of Amaluk (Amaluk And Sivalu) (1972/G/#23379/ Mercury Film)
The Legend Of Boggy Creek (1972/G/#634/P & L Productions)
Let Charlie Do It (1972/G/#23092/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Living Free (1972/G/#22874/Columbia Pictures Industries)
The Locust (1972/G/#23366/Avco Embassy Pictures)
Love Krazy (1972/G/#23177/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Mad Baker (1972/G/#23498/Regency Film Dist. Corp.)
The Magic Of Walt Disney World (1972/G/#23428/Walt Disney Productions)
Malibu (Sequoia) (1972/G/#23392/MGM Film Company)
The Man (1972/G/#23293/Paramount Pictures Corp.))
Napoleon And Samantha (1972/G/#23189/Walt Disney Productions)
The Nashville Story (1972/G/#562/Donald A. Davis Productions)
Norman Rockwell: An American Dream (1972/G/#23545/United Artists Corp.)
Northern Venture (1972/G/#23468/United Artists Corp.)
Now You See Him, Now You Don't (1972/G/#23083/Walt Disney Productions)
On The Line (1972/G/#541/Interwest Film Corp.)
Oscar's Moving Day (1972/G/#23452/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Paper Monster (1972/G/#23461/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Peace Pipe (1972/G/#23455/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Pecking Holes In Poles (1972/G/#23173/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Pepper And His Wacky Taxi (1972/G/#674/Group I Films, Inc.)
Pied Piper (Pied Piper Of Hamlin) (1972/G/#23046/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Pink 8-Ball (1972/G/#23183/United Artists Corp.)
Pink Blueplate (1972/G/#22922/United Artists Corp.)
The Pink Flea (1972/G/#22999/United Artists Corp.)
Pink In (1972/G/#22995/United Artists Corp.)
Pink Pranks (1972/G/#22998/United Artists Corp.)
Pink Tuba-Dore (1972/G/#22994/United Artists Corp.)
Pirate Plunder Blunder (1972/G/#23458/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Psst Pink (1972/G/#22996/United Artists Corp.)
The Public Eye (1972/G/#23187/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
The Pumpkin People (1972/G/#23544/United Artists Corp.)
Rain, Rain, Go Away (1972/G/#23174/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
The Return Of The Monsterizer (1972/G/#23460/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Robinson Crusoe (1972/G/#23525/Avco Embassy Pictures)
Run, Cougar, Run (Seeta, The Mountain Lion) (1972/G/#23350/Walt Disney Productions)
Santa & The Ice Cream Bunny (1972/G/#701/R & S Film Enterprises)
Santa And The Magic Fountain (1972/G/#702/Finest Film, Inc.)
Serape Happy (1972/G/#22974/United Artists Corp.)
Seventeen Seventy-Six (1776) (1972/G/#23246/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Show Biz Beagle (1972/G/#23235/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Silent Running (1972/G/#23100/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
The Silver Fox And Sam Davenport (1972/G/#23540/Walt Disney Productions)
Smash-Up Alley (43: The Petty Story; The Petty Story) (1972/G/#635/Countrywide Dist. Corp.)
Snoopy, Come Home (1972/G/#23308/National General)
The Snowball Express (1972/G/#23408/Walt Disney Productions)
Solo (1972/G/#23362/United Artists Corp.)
Sounder (1972/G/#23325/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The South (1972/G/#23543/Paramount Pictures Corp.))
Space Cowboy (1972/G/#23453/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Square Planet (1972/G/#23463/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Take Two From The Sea (1972/G/#23436/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
The Time Eraser (1972/G/#23445/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Timekeeper (1972/G/#23259/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Trafic (1972/G/#23417/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Trans-Am Challenge (1972/G/#23335/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Trap On Cougar Mountain (Run To The High Country) (1972/G/#23309/Jensen Farley Pictures, Inc.)
Treasure Island (1972/G/#23481/National General)
Trestle Hassle (1972/G/#23444/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Trinity Is Still My Name (1972/G/#23425/Avco Embassy Pictures)
Unlucky Potluck (1972/G/#23252/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Weekend In The Reserves (1972/G/#23403/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
A Western Dream-Better Ways To See The U.S.A. (1972/G/#23213/United Artists Corp.)
What's Up, Doc? (1972/G/#23145/Warner Bros. Inc.)
Who's Dragon (1972/G/#23462/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Wild Journey (1972/G/#23306/Lordon Wildlife Features)
Winston 500 (1972/G/#23207/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Woman's Lib - French Style (1972/G/#23243/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
The World Of Sport Fishing (1972/G/#23275/Allied Artists)
PG (214)
Ace Eli And Rodger Of The Skies (1972/PG/#23108/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Adventurers (1972/PG/#22337/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Alabama's Ghost (1972/PG/#669/Ellman Enterprises)
Alf 'N' Family (Day Of The Nightmare; Till Death Do Us Part) (1972/PG/#627/Sherpix, Inc.)
And Hope To Die (1972/PG/#23416/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
And Now For Something Completely Different (1972/PG/#23018/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Another Nice Mess (1972/PG/#659/Fine Films
Arnold's Wrecking Company (1972/PG/#734/Cine Globe)
The Asphyx (1972/PG/#680/Paragon Pictures)
Asylum (House Of Crazies) (1972/PG/#23322/Cinerama Releasing)
Asylum Of Satan (Satan's Spectrum) (1972/PG/#651/Studio I Pictures)
The Baby (1972/PG/#23226/Scotia International)
Bad Company (1972/PG/#23169/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Bandidos (1972/PG/#710/Stellar IV Film Corp.)
Baron Blood (Chamber Of Tortures; The Thirst Of Baron Blood) (1972/PG/#23388/Interpictures Inc.)
Baxter (1972/PG/#23324/National General)
Ben (1972/PG/#23282/Cinerama Releasing)
Black Cream (Together For Days) (1972/PG/#23385/Olas Corp. Releasing)
Black Girl (1972/PG/#23471/Cinerama Releasing)
Blacula (1972/PG/#23355/American International Pictures)
The Blind Dead (Night Of The Blind Dead; Tomb Of The Blind Dead; Tombs) (1972/PG/#618/Hallmark Releasing)
Blood From The Mummy's Tomb (1972/PG/#22850/American International Pictures)
Blood Orgy Of The She Devils (1972/PG/#599/Geneni Film Distribution)
Blood Waters Of Dr. Z (Legend Of The Zaat Monster; Z.A.A.T.) (1972/PG/#707/Capital Productions)
The Burglars (Le Casse) (1972/PG/#22986/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Butterflies Are Free (1972/PG/#23217/Columbia Pictures Industries)
The Butterfly Affair (Popsy Pop) (1972/PG/#612/Berns International)
Cabaret (1972/PG/#23094/Allied Artists)
The Candidate (1972/PG/#23272/Warner Bros. Inc.)
Carbon Copy (1972/PG/#664/Stellar IV Film Corp.)
The Carey Treatment (A Case Of Need) (1972/PG/#23140/MGM Film Company)
Carry On Doctor (1972/PG/#23449/American International Pictures)
The Castle Of Fu Manchu (1972/PG/#604/International Cinema)
Chastity (1972/PG/#22197/American International Pictures)
Chato's Land (1972/PG/#22937/United Artists
Che! (1972/PG/#22086/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Child's Play (1972/PG/#23170/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Circle Of Vengeance (Countdown) (1972/PG/#23492/Allied Artists)
:The Circle (1972/PG/#704/Circle Productions)
Come Back Charleston Blue (1972/PG/#23317/Warner Bros. Inc.)
Commandos (1972/PG/#595/Stellar IV Film Corp.)
Confessions Of A Police Captain (1972/PG/#23337/Avco Embassy Pictures)
Confessions Of Tom Harris (1972/PG/#649/Gateway Films
Conquest Of The Planet Of The Apes (1972/PG/#23342/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Corky (Going; Going All Out; Lookin' Good) (1972/PG/#22740/MGM Film Company)
Countess Dracula (1972/PG/#22673/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Creeping Flesh (1972/PG/#23277/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Crescendo (1972/PG/#22180/Warner Bros.-7 Arts)
The Culpepper Cattle Co. (We Pointed 'Em North) (1972/PG/#23109/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Curse Of The Headless Horseman (1972/PG/#579/Kirt Films International)
The Daredevil (1972/PG/#575/Transinternational Films)
The Deadly Trap (1972/PG/#23476/National General)
Death In The Red Jaguar (1972/PG/#735/Cal Vista International)
Death Of A Jew (1972/PG/#678/Cine Globe)
The Devil's Imposter (Pope Joan) (1972/PG/#23285/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Diary Of A Telephone Operator (1972/PG/#582/G.G.P. Releasing Company
Disciples Of Death (1972/PG/#638/Artists International Distribution)
The Discreet Charms Of The Bourgeoisie (1972/PG/#23488/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Doc (1972/PG/#22968/United Artists)
Dr. Jekyll And Sister Hyde (1972/PG/#22912/American International Pictures)
Dr. Phibes Rises Again (1972/PG/#23254/American International Pictures)
Dracula A.D. 1972 (Dracula – Today!) (1972/PG/#23133/Warner Bros. Inc.)
Dulcima (1972/PG/#22730/Cinevision Films)
The Dune Roller (The Cremators; Some Say: The World Will End In Fire) (1972/PG/#554/New World Pictures)
The E Box (1972/PG/#551/Power And Communications, Inc. - [Production Co.])
The Effect Of Gamma Rays...On Man-In-The-Moon Marigolds (1972/PG/#23422/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Embalmer (1972/PG/#676/Geneni Film Distribution)
Embassy (1972/PG/#631/K-Tel Motion Pictures
The Emigrants (1972/PG/#23397/Warner Bros. Inc.)
Encounter With The Unknown (1972/PG/#703/Centronics International)
Escape To The Sun (1972/PG/#663/Cinevision Films, Ltd.)
Every Little Crook And Nanny (1972/PG/#23139/MGM Film Company)
Face Off (Winter Comes Early) (1972/PG/#536/Cannon Releasing Corp.)
Fangs Of The Living Dead (1972/PG/#665/Europix International)
Fat City (1972/PG/#23070/Columbia Pictures Industries)
The Fearmaker (1972/PG/#693/Seventh Seal Distribution)
Fistful Of Dynamite (Duck! You Sucker) (1972/PG/#23218/United Artists)
Five At The Funeral (House Of Terror; Love Thy Murderer; Scream Bloody Murder) (1972/PG/#653/Gamalex Associates)
Four Flies On Grey Velvet (1972/PG/#23352/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Fright (1972/PG/#23257/Allied Artists)
Frogs (1972/PG/#23242/American International Pictures)
Fuzz (1972/PG/#23296/United Artists)
Garden Of The Dead (1972/PG/#657/Entertainment Pyramid)
The Gatling Gun (1972/PG/#535/Western International)
The Getaway (1972/PG/#23421/National General)
Ginger In The Morning (1972/PG/#23336/National Film Distributing)
The Golfer (1972/PG/#23499/Regency Film Distributing Corp.)
Goodbye, Columbus (1972/PG/#21995/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Grave Of The Vampire (1972/PG/#644/Entertainment Pyramid, Inc.)
The Great Hitch-Hike Race (1972/PG/#697/Power & Communications, Inc. - [Production Co.])
The Great Northfield, Minnesota Raid (1972/PG/#23130/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
The Ground Star Conspiracy (The Alien; The Plastic Man) (1972/PG/#23113/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Hard Contract (1972/PG/#22019/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Harry Never Holds (1972/PG/#23505/United Artists
The Heartbreak Kid (1972/PG/#23529/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Hero (Bloomfield) (1972/PG/#22709/Avco Embassy Pictures)
Hickey & Boggs (1972/PG/#23287/United Artists)
Honeycomb (1972/PG/#681/Cine Globe, Inc.)
Horror Of Blackwood Castle (The Monster Of Blackwood Castle) (1972/PG/#656/Sunset International Releasing)
Hot Summer Week (1972/PG/#572/Fanfare Corp.)
A Howling In The Woods (1972/PG/#23231/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
I Need A Ride To California (1972/PG/#545/Cinevision Films)
I, Monster (1972/PG/#22815/Cannon Releasing Corp.)
Imperial Venus (1972/PG/#641/International Co-Productions)
Innocent Bystanders (Innocent Bystander) (1972/PG/#23356/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Irish Whiskey Rebellion (Storm) (1972/PG/#647/Cinerama, Inc.)
It Ain't Easy (1972/PG/#671/Dandelion Productions, Inc. - [Production Co.]
The Jerusalem File (Jerusalem, Jerusalem) (1972/PG/#23010/MGM Film Company)
Joe Kidd (Sinola) (1972/PG/#23274/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Jory (1972/PG/#23301/Avco Embassy Pictures)
Junior Bonner (1972/PG/#23093/Cinerama Releasing)
Kansas City Bomber (1972/PG/#23323/MGM Film Company)
Keep Off, Keep Off (Keep Off My Grass) (1972/PG/#645/Gamalex Associates)
Keep On Rockin' (1972/PG/#633/Pennebaker, Inc.
Kill Me Gently (1972/PG/#655/Sunset International
The Lady In Cement (1972/PG/#21818/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Lady Liberty (Mortadella) (1972/PG/#23327/United Artists)
The Landlord (1972/PG/#22202/United Artists)
Last Of The Red Hot Lovers (1972/PG/#23167/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
The Legend Of Nigger Charley (1972/PG/#23171/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
The Legend Of Spider Forest (Venom) (1972/PG/#23260/New Line Cinema)
The Life And Times Of Judge Roy Bean (1972/PG/#23345/National General)
Limbo (Women In Limbo) (1972/PG/#23382/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
The Limit (1972/PG/#23288/Cannon Releasing Corp.)
The Magnificent Seven Ride! (1972/PG/#23229/United Artists)
Malcolm X (1972/PG/#23302/Warner Bros. Inc.)
A Man For Hanging (1972/PG/#544/Artists International
Man Of La Mancha (1972/PG/#23234/United Artists)
The Man With The Glass Eye (1972/PG/#672/Sunset International Releasing)
Marjoe (1972/PG/#23400/Cinema 5, Ltd.)
The Mechanic (Killer Of Killers) (1972/PG/#f23380/United Artists)
The Mind Snatchers (The Happiness Cage) (1972/PG/#23377/Cinerama Releasing)
Modus Operandi (1972/PG/#23271/FGM Export Corp.)
Molly And Lawless John (1972/PG/#683/Producers Dist. Corp.)
Mondo Hunt (1972/PG/#588/Moonstone, Inc.)
Money Talks (1972/PG/#23391/United Artists)
Moods Of Love (1972/PG/#23418/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Night Of The Assassin (The Incredible Challenge; The Naked Choice) (1972/PG/#23240/Transvue Pictures)
Night Of The Lepus (Rabbits) (1972/PG/#23238/MGM Film Company)
On The Buses (1972/PG/#22899/Sherpix, Inc.)
One Is A Lonely Number (A Perfect Day For Raspberry Ripple) (1972/PG/#23138/MGM Film Company)
The Only Way Home (1972/PG/#600/Washita Films)
The Other (1972/PG/#23156/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Owl And The Pussycat (1972/PG/#22585/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Pancho Villa (1972/PG/#628/Scotia International)
Pete 'N' Tillie (1972/PG/#23480/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Phedre (1972/PG/#725/Altura Films)
Pirahna! Pirahna! (1972/PG/#700/Seventh Seal Distribution)
Play It Again, Sam (1972/PG/#23168/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Pocket Money (1972/PG/#23191/National General)
The Poseidon Adventure (1972/PG/#23341/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Premonition (1972/PG/#629/Transvue Pictures Corp.)
The Proud And The Damned (1972/PG/#558/Prestige Pictures)
Psycho Sisters (So Evil, My Sister) (1972/PG/#23398/Joseph Brenner Associates)
Pulp (1972/PG/#23230/United Artists)
Puppet On A Chain (1972/PG/#22746/Cinerama Releasing)
Rage (1972/PG/#23286/Warner Bros. Inc.)
A Reflection Of Fear (The Daughter; Go To Thy Deathbed; Labyrinth) (1972/PG/#23000/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Return Of Sabata (1972/PG/#23165/United Artists)
Revenge Is My Destiny (1972/PG/#552/Gold Key Entertainment)
The Revengers (1972/PG/#23233/National General)
Richard (1972/PG/#630/Billings Associates)
The Ruling Class (1972/PG/#22955/Avco Embassy Pictures)
Sabotage (1972/PG/#23248/FGM Export Corp.)
Salt In The Wound (1972/PG/#584/Stellar IV Film Corp.)
tThe Salzburg Connection (1972/PG/#23158/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
A Separate Peace (1972/PG/#23175/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Shamus (1972/PG/#23378/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Showdown (1972/PG/#23439/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Simon Bolivar (1972/PG/#667/G.G.P. Releasing)
Skyjacked (Airborne; Hijacked) (1972/PG/#23215/MGM Film Company)
Sleuth (1972/PG/#23407/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Sorrow And The Pity (Le Chagrin Et La Pitie) (1972/PG/#23303/Cinema 5 Ltd.)
Stand Up And Be Counted (1972/PG/#23214/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Stanley (1972/PG/#23276/Crown International Pictures, Inc.)
Steel Arena (1972/PG/L.-T. Films, Inc.)
Steelyard Blues (1972/PG/#23330/Warner Bros. Inc.)
The Sterile Cuckoo (1972/PG/#22139/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Strange Vengeance Of Rosalie (Someone To Watch Over Me) (1972/PG/#22984/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Summer Of '42 (1972/PG/#22832/Warner Bros. Inc.)
Sundance & The Kid (Go For Broke) (1972/PG/#721/Film Ventures International)
The Swiss Bank Account (The Hoax) (1972/PG/#720/Distributors Corp.)
Tales From The Crypt (1972/PG/#23137/Cinerama, Inc.)
Ten Days' Wonder (1972/PG/#23298/Levitt-Pickman Film)
That Man Is Pregnant (The Broad Coalition; For Women Only; What Do I Tell The Boys At The Station?) (1972/PG/#23373/William Mishkin Motion Pictures)
They Only Kill Their Masters (1972/PG/#23406/MGM Film Company)
The Thief Who Came To Dinner (1972/PG/#23338/Warner Bros. Inc.)
The Thing With Two Heads (1972/PG/#583/American International Pictures)
Things From The Grave (Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things) (1972/PG/#581/Geneni Distributing
Thirty Dangerous Seconds (1972/PG/#692/Aries Venturs - [Production Co.])
Three Bullets For A Long Gun (1972/PG/#576/Maron Films, Ltd.)
A Train For Durango (Last Train To Durango) (1972/PG/#711/Stellar IV Film Corp.)
The Train Robbers (1972/PG/#23340/Warner Bros. Inc.)
Travels With My Aunt (1972/PG/#23304/MGM Film Company)
The Trial Of The Catonsville Nine (1972/PG/#23236/Cinema 5 Ltd.)
Twilight People (1972/PG/#539/Twenty First Century Dist.)
Vampire Circus (1972/PG/#23072/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The War Between Men And Women (1972/PG/#23237/National General)
War Devils (1972/PG/#624/Goldstone Film Enterprises)
A Warm December (1972/PG/#23420/National General)
Washington, B.C. (Hail; Hail To The Chief) (1972/PG/#696/First American Films)
Weed (1972/PG/#578/Sherpix, Inc.)
When The Legends Die (1972/PG/#23159/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Why (Guilty Until Proven Innocent) (1972/PG/#658/Hallmark Releasing)
The Wild And The Dirty (Johnny Hamlet; X) (1972/PG/#263/Transvue Pictures)
Winning (1972/PG/#21912/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Without Apparent Motive (1972/PG/#23273/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The Wrath Of God (1972/PG/#23180/MGM Film Company)
Yao Of The Jungle (1972/PG/#23247/Harrold Robbins Company)
You'll Like My Mother (1972/PG/#23372/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Young Winston (1972/PG/#22990/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Zero Population Growth (Z.P.G.) (1972/PG/#23134/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
GP (10)
Carry On Henry VIII (1972/GP/#23227/American International Pictures)
Cheers To Cyanide (1972/GP/#527/Roma Films)
The Deathmakers (Children Of Mata Hari; Dominique; Only The Cool) (1972/GP/#523/Gamalex & Associates)
The Fifth Day Of Peace (1972/GP/#522/Scotia International)
Invasion Of The Blood Farmers (1972/GP/#521/NMD Film Distribution Co. Inc.
Night Of The Blood Monster (Bloody Judge) (1972/GP/#23219/American International Pictures)
Pickup On 101 (A Time For Every Purpose) (1972/GP/#23228/American International Pictures)
The Plague (1972/GP/#23216/Paramount Pictures Corporation
Snow Job (The Great Ski Caper) (1972/GP/#23019/Warner Bros. Inc.)
To Die Of Love (1972/GP/#23120/MGM Film Company)
R (199)
3 On A Meathook (1972/#699/Studio I Pictures)
The Abductors (1972/#731/Joseph Brenner Associates)
Across 110th Street (1972/#23484/United Artists)
Alfredo, Alfredo (1972/#23493/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
The All American Boy (1972/#22686/Warner Bros. Inc.)
All The Loving Couples (1972/#154/U-M Film Distributors)
The Assassination Of Trotsky (1972/#23220/Cinerama Releasing)
Avanti (1972/#23331/United Artists)
Beyond The Fog (Horror On Snape Island; Tower Of Evil) (1972/#557/Fanfare Corp.)
The Big Bird Cage (1972/#580/New World Pictures
The Black Belly Of The Tarantula (1972/#23264/MGM Film Company)
Black Caesar (1972/#23539/American International Pictures)
Black Gunn (1972/#23451/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Black Mama, White Mama (Chains Of Hate) (1972/#23494/American International Pictures)
Blast (The Final Comedown; Hollywood) (1972/#23244/New World Pictures)
Blood Queen (Little Mother) (1972/#615/Audubon Films)
Bluebeard (1972/#23411/Cinerama Releasing)
Bonnie's Kids (1972/#609/General Film Corp.)
Born Black (Misconception) (1972/#602/Hallmark Releasing)
Boxcar Bertha (1972/#23256/American International Pictures)
Break Loose (Parades) (1972/#607/Cinerama Releasing)
The Butterfly (1972/#601/Audubon Films)
Cannibal Girls (1972/#23547/American International Pictures)
Chain Gang Girls (Sweet Sugar) (1972/#570/Motion Picture Marketing, Inc.)
Chloe In The Afternoon (1972/#23472/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Ciao! Manhattan (1972/#712/Maron Films, Lt.)
Companeros (1972/#569/Cinerama Releasing)
Contract: Kill (The Contract) (1972/#568/New American Films, Inc.)
Cool Breeze (Ballin’) (1972/#23261/MGM Film Company)
Crazed Vampire (Caged Virgins; The Virgins And The Vampires) (1972/#679/Boxoffice International)
Cries And Whispers (Whispers and Cries) (1972/#729/New World Pictures
Crisis (1972/#23249/FGM Export Corp.)
Cut-Throats 9 (The Cut-Throats) (1972/#623/United International Pictures)
Dagmar's Hot Pants (Dagmar & Co.; Dagmar's Hot Pants Inc.) (1972/#483/American International Pictures)
Daughters Of Satan (1972/#23351/United Artists)
A Day At The White House (1972/#23188/Southern Star Productions)
The Dead Are Alive (1972/#553/National General)
Dead End Dolls (1972/#606/Producers Distributing)
Dear Dead Delilah (1972/#566/Southern Star Productions)
Death By Invitation (1972/#538/Paragon Pictures)
Delirium (1972/#694/Romatt Releasing)
Deliverance (1972/#23062/Warner Bros. Inc.)
Did Baby Shoot Her Sugar Daddy? (1972/#622/Hollywood Cinemart)
The Dirtiest Girl I Ever Met (Jailbait '72; Oh, Carol) (1972/#564/American International Pictures)
Doctor Death: Seeker Of Souls (1972/#23393/Not Set)
Doctor In Trouble (1972/#736/Hemisphere Pictures) Eggshells (1972/#531/Genesis Releasing)
Every Afternoon (1972/#684/Sherpix, Inc.)
Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex, But Were Afraid To Ask (1972/#23359/United Artists)
Extreme Close-Up (Sex Through A Window) (1972/#23440/Ted Mann Productions)
Fellini-Roma (1972/#23447/United Artists)
Fillmore (1972/#23348/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
The First Circle (1972/#23294/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Fist & Steel--The Concubines (The Notorious Concubines) (1972/#727/Boxoffice International)
Foursome (1972/#695/Hallmark Releasing)
Free (1972/#738/Indie-Pix Releasing)
The Games Schoolgirls Play (1972/675/Sunset International Releasing)
Gay Liberation (Liberation) (1972/#586/Idalene, Inc.)
Georgia-Georgia (1972/#23278/Cinerama Releasing)
Get To Know Your Rabbit (1972/#22822/Warner Bros. Inc.)
Ginger (1972/#608/Joseph Brenner Associates)
The Godfather (1972/#23101/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Good-By Fat Larry (Goodbye, Fat Larry) (1972/#530/Mushroom Productions - [Production Co.])
The Green Wall (1972/#542/Altura Films)
Group Marriage (1972/#596/Twenty First Century Dist.)
Hammer (1972/#23414/United Artists)
Hammersmith Is Out (1972/#23087/Cinerama Releasing)
Hands Of The Ripper (1972/#22884/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Harry And The Hookers (The Bullet Machine; Clegg) (1972/#716/Joseph Brenner Associates)
The Helter Skelter Murders (The Other Side Of Madness) (1972/#472/Prestige Pictures Releasing Co.)
Her She Him (1972/#614/Audubon Films)
High Plains Drifter (1972/#23475/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Hit Man (1972//#23533/MGM Film Company)
Hot Box (Prescription Revolution; RX: Revolution) (1972/#534/New World Pictures)
Hot Pants Holiday (The Awakening) (1972/#380/Avco Embassy Pictures)
House Of Missing Girls (1972/#691/Jack Harris Enterprises)
Housewife (Bone) (1972/#589/Jack Harris Enterprises)
How Did A Nice Girl Like You...? (1972/#690/Saxon Films)
How To Make Love To A Virgin (The Naked Wytche) (1972/#574/Sunset International Releasing)
I Dismember Mama (Poor Albert and Little Annie) (1972/#685/Valiant International)
Images (1972/#23412/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Jango (1972/#648/Jack Vaughan Productions)
Kill, Kill, Kill (1972/#23527/Cinerama Releasing)
The Killing Of Sister George (1972/#23415/Cinerama Releasing)
The King Of Marvin Gardens (1972/#23384/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Kiss Me Monster (1972/#688/Joseph Green Pictures)
Lady Frankenstein (1972/#524/New World Pictures)
Lady Sings The Blues (1972/#23290/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
The Last House On The Left (Krug and Company) (1972/#639/Hallmark Releasing)
The Legend Of Frenchie King (1972/#632/K-Tel Motion Pictures)
Legend Of Horror (1972/#520/Ellman Enterprises)
The Loners (Julio and Stern) (1972/#22879/Fanfare Films)
Love Minus One (1972/#23111/Multi-Pix Ltd.)
The Love Object (1972/#640/Joseph Brenner Associates)
Love On Wheels (1972/#565/Hollywood International Film)
The Mad Bomber (1972/#642/Cinemation Industries)
Man Of Legend (1972/#728/International Co-Productions)
Man Of The Year (Homo Eroticus) (1972/#23399/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Mark Of The Devil (1972/#717/Hallmark Releasing)
Marsha, The Erotic Housewife (1972/#477/Donald A. Davis Productions)
Marta (1972/#587/GGP Releasing)
Maxie (1972/#737/Lendor International)
Melinda (1972/#23321/MGM Film Company)
Miss Leslie's Dolls (1972/#571/World Wide Films)
Mothers Of America (1972/#555/Fine Products)
The Naked Countess, (1972/#23426/Crown International Pictures, Inc.)
A Name For Evil (The Grove) (1972/#23080/Not Set
The New Centurions (1972/#23297/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Night Call Nurses (Canyons) (1972/#573/New World Pictures
The Night Evelyn Came Out Of The Grave (1972/#619/Phase I Films)
Night Of The Bloody Apes (1972/#594/Clover Films)
Night Of The Cobra Woman (Movini’s Venom) (1972/#561/New World Pictures)
The Nightcomers (1972/#22959/Avco Embassy Pictures)
The Offence (Something Like The Truth) (1972/#23281/United Artists)
One Brief Summer (1972/#549/Cinevision Films)
One Swedish Summer (Naked As The Wind From The Sea) (1972/#156/U-M Film Distributing
Orgy At Lil's Place (1972/#650/William Mishkin Motion Pictures)
Payday (1972/#23289/Cinerama Releasing)
Play It As It Lays (1972/#23390/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Portnoy's Complaint (1972/#23144/Warner Bros. Inc.)
The Possession Of Joel Delaney (1972/#23166/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Prime Cut! (Kansas City Prime) (1972/#23186/National General)
Private Parts (Blood Relations) (1972/23389/MGM Film Company)
Psyched By A 4D Witch! (1972/#670/Emerson Film Enterprises)
Que Hacer (1972/#636/TWI National, Inc.)
Rainbow Bridge (1972/#22930/Transvue Pictures)
The Red Mantle (1972/#547/Cinevision Films)
Red, White And Busted (Outside In) (1972/#646/Harold Robbins, International)
Rip Off (1972/#611/J-Cinemax International Releasing)
The Room Of Chains (Strange Love) (1972/708/Group I Films, Inc.)
The Roommates (1972/#713/General Film Corp.)
Run Before The Wind (1972/#526/Cinemation Industries)
Sadist Erotica (1972/#689/Joseph Green Pictures)
Satan's Playthings (Assault; In The Devil's Garden; Molested) (1972/#732/Motion Picture Marketing, Inc.)
Savage (1972/#722/New World Pictures)
Savage Messiah (1972/#23305/MGM Film Company)
Save The Tiger (1972/23319/Paramount Pictures Corp.)
Scream Bloody Murder (1972/#625/Indepix Releasing)
Season Of The Witch (Hungry Wives) (1972/#733/Enterprises Productions)
Secrets Of The Death Room (Love Me Deadly) (1972/#23210/Cinema National)
Sex And The Lonely Woman (1972/#660/Sunset International)
Shaft's Big Score (The Big Bamboo; Score) (1972/#23262/MGM Film Company)
Shangri-La (Xanadu) (1972/#677/Kevin Duffy Productions - [Production Co.])
Shantytown Honeymoon (1972/#621/Craddock Films)
Should A School Girl Tell? (Pussycat Josephine) (1972/#662/Sunset International)
Silent Night, Bloody Night (1972/#724/Cannon Releasing Corp.)
The Sin Of Adam And Eve (1972/#556/Twenty First Century Dist.)
Single Parent (Rivals) (1972/#23365/World Wide Entertainment)
Sitting Target (1972/#23119/MGM Film Company)
Sixteen (Carnival Tramp; Like A Crow On A June Bug) (1972/#23263/Jack Harris Enterprises
Slaughter (1972/#23371/American International Pictures)
Slaughter Hotel (Asylum Erotica) (1972/#666/Hallmark Releasing)
Slaughterhouse-Five (1972/#23123/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Snuff Is My Game (Carnage; Twitch Of The Death Nerve)** (1972/#597/Hallmark Releasing)
Some Call It Loving (1972/#23530/James B. Harris - [Production Co.])
Spree (1972/#661/United Producers Releasing)
Stamping Ground (1972/#567/Fine Films)
The Stepdaughter (Winter Love) (1972/#876/Falcon Productions)
The Stewardesses (1972/#259/Sherpix, Inc.)
Stigma (1972/#23401/Cinerama Releasing)
Suburban Wives (1972/#548/Scotia International Pictures)
Superbeast (1972/#23347/United Artists)
SuperFly (1972/#23376/Warner Bros. Inc.)
Swedish And Underage (Eva...Was Everything But Legal) (1972/#719/U-M Film Distributors)
Take All You Can Get (1972/#23241/H K Film Corp.)
Tales Of The Bizarre (Bizarre) (1972/#626/Fanfare Film Productions)
Their Gentle Sex (Le Rempart Des Beguines) (1972/#23561/Allied Artists)
Three Dimensions Of Greta (Four Dimensions Of Greta) (1972/#698/General Film Corp.)
Three-Cornered Bed (1972/#287/J.E.R. Pictures)
Thumb Tripping (1972/#22858/Avco Embassy Pictures)
To Hell You Preach (1972/#705/Sherpix, Inc.)
To Kill A Clown (1972/#23280/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Together (1972/#620/Hallmark Releasing)
Top Of The Heap (1972/#563/Fanfare Corp.)
The Touchables (1972/#723/Boxoffice International)
Toys Are Not For Children (1972/#592/Headway Films)
Trader Hornee (1972/#277/Entertainment Ventures)
Trick Baby (1972/#23497/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Trouble Man (1972/#23343/Twentieth Century Fox Film Corp.)
Twins Of Evil (1972/#22885/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Two Hustlers From Amsterdam (Any Special Way) (1972/#605/Hallmark Releasing)
Two People (1972/#23383/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
Ulzana's Raid (1972/#23357/Universal City Studios, Inc.)
The Undertaker & His Pals (1972/#673/Geneni Film Distribution)
Unholy Rollers (Leader Of The Pack) (1972/#23473/American International Pictures)
Up The Sandbox (1972/#23491/National General)
Virgin Cowboy (1972/#682/Cal Vista International)
The Virgin Witch (1972/#593/Joseph Brenner Associates)
Voodoo Heartbeat (1972/#560/TWI National)
Wattstax (1972/#23541/Columbia Pictures Industries)
Weekend Murders (1972/#23279/MGM Film Company)
The Werewolf Versus The Vampire Woman (1972/#559/Ellman Enterprises)
What A Way To Die (Beyond Control) (1972/#654/William Mishkin Motion Pictures)
What The Peeper Saw (Night Child) (1972/#529/Avco Embassy Pictures)
When Women Played Ding Dong (1972/#686/Paragon Pictures)
Where Does It Hurt? (1972/#23115/American International Pictures)
White Justice (Monteego) (1972/#617/Modern Art Productions)
Wild, Free And Hungry (1972/#709/Boxoffice International)
Woman Hunt (The Highest Bidder) (1972/#598/New World Pictures)
X (9)
The Adult Workshop Of Love (The Psychology Of Love) (1972/X/#613/Hallmark Releasing)
The Body Shop (1972/X/#610/Variety Films)
Detention Girls (1972/X/#532/Sam Lake Enterprises)
Escape To Passion (1972/X/#533/Grads Corp.)
The Gore-Gore Girls (1972/X/#540/Lewis Mot. Pic. Enterprises - [Production Co.])
House Of Strange Love (1972/X/#528/United Producers Organization)
A Place Called Today (1972/X/#718/Avco Embassy Pictures)
Vice Or Versa (1972/X/#730/Jemco Films)
World Sex Report (1972/X/#714/Merritt-White, Ltd.)
ALL DATA PULLED DIRECTLY FROM THE MPA'S PROPRIETARY WEBSITE (WWW.FILMRATINGS.COM) (Only collated so that it's actually understandable.)

There was this girl I (M19) knew back in highschool, we were in the same grade I'm not into jailbait. Anyways I've known her or should I say knew she existed since middle school because we only started talking in our freshman year. I don't wanna give her real name so I'll call her Angel. We hit it off quick and were close friends for all of freshman and most of sophomore year you'll see why I said MOST OF later on. I developed a crush on her and as we hung out more often and I got to know her more my feelings grew stronger. She was probably the first girl I've ever genuinely been in love with even now I still think about her. Whenever we talked I would never feel like I didn't have enough to say, we bounced off of each other so well and we would never struggle to make each other laugh. We had our own little four person ensemble, me, Angel, my best friend (let's call him Rice), and...her crush(I'll call her Honda Civic). You heard that last part right, Angel was bi. Now during freshman year I did like Angel but I just thought she was cute that's it my feelings for her would develop later into freshman year. Anyways, I found out (towards the end of freshman year if I recall correctly) thanks to Rice that Angel was bi and she had a crush on Honda Civic. I'm not gonna mince words here, I cried, not bawling my eyes out because at this point it was still just infatuation but it hurt nonetheless to find out that at least for now I had no chance at going out with Angel. Fast forward to the beginning of sophomore year and I find out Angel got friendzoned by Honda Civic. I know what your thinking and no I didn't try to "catch her on the rebound." Throughout sophomore year Angel and I hung out more and more, we started spending time together outside of school, not dates because there was a third party let's call her Ohio. I even helped her with one of her projects, we finished quick and just hung out at Ohio's house for a couple hours. At this point my feelings grew from just a simple crush to something more. You probably know the feeling, you can't describe it but it just feels... right whenever you're around them. I started to believe that she was developing feelings for me to. I would notice how eager she was to hangout or if we were sitting next to each other and my leg brushed against hers she wouldn't move hers away, she would instead subtly rub her leg up against mine. Fast forward to 2/3s of the way through sophomore year and Angel and I have a falling out, if you can call it that I don't even really remember what happened just that tensions ran high and we stopped talking until a couple weeks into junior year. I do remember a field trip we were on with our class, I forget which class it was for but I think that's where it started. She kept calling me desperate and now I think I know why. Back in sophomore year I asked her out after kind of not really confessing to her in freshman year, over the phone, with Rice there with because I was that pathetic. She shot me down both times. And after all that I was still trying to make things work, still hanging out with her, still trying to convince myself that I was okay with just being friends, still pretending I wasn't hurting. No wonder she called me desperate I was desperate enough to still be around her after being rejected TWICE because at least I still get to be in her presence. So we both mutually stopped talking and stopped hanging out. Until junior year! I was a changed man, or so I thought. I cut the bullshit and ended the drama with Angel. Great! We were on speaking terms again and I had gotten over her, or so I thought. We quickly progressed back to way we were before if not closer. We even started to hangout outside of school again. We would chill on the stairs in front of the school and play cards with our little friend group. We'd pass around Ohio's switch and play games. Life was good. Oh and when I say closer I mean CLOSER I distinctly remember one time when It was my turn on Ohio's switch and everyone in our little group gathered around to watch and Angel scoots over next to me and mean like right up against me like ZERO breathing room almost sitting in my lap. Now your probably thinking "oh she just wanted to see the game!" But if she just wanted to see the game she could of done what everyone else was doing and stand in front of me looking down at the screen hell she would have gotten a better view doing that. But no she deliberately sits as close as possible and then, here's the kicker, proceeds to lean in further, not to see the game she could see it just fine the screen wasn't obscured by any outside light and she already had the perfect angle yet she still leans in closer and we stay like that, right up against each other for basically the rest of our lunch period. Talking and laughing our faces only inches apart whenever we turned to each other, this is long after I'd already given the game back to Ohio mind you. Fast forward to senior year and she's starring in a school play (she was a theater kid, I'd already seen her perform once before) and she asks me to come watch her preform I told her I couldn't because of the way my schedule worked but I'd be down to hang out after. It turned out her performance would be going until at least after 6:00 so basically there's no way I could hang out with her after her performance and make it home before 8:00 because of my living situation at the time (It's a long story but basically if couldn't catch the last train heading out of the city there's no way I'm making it home before dark because the buses take forever). So the next day I ask her about the play and she says it went horribly so I tell her I'm here to talk whenever she's needs me. Looking back I did that a lot I made myself super available for her. At one point I literally told her I had nothing else going on so I'm always open to hang out. How pathetic is that? So, fast forward to now and the last time we talked was Friday, March 13, 3:31PM LAST YEAR. I don't wanna say she ghosted me but...yeeeaaaaah. I just want to know why, why she suddenly just stopped talking to me, it was a normal conversation just like any of our other texts then boom, nothing. I waited. Days. Nothing. Weeks. Nothing. Months. Nothing. Why?
TL;DR I fell in love, got rejected twice, didn't learn my lesson and came back for more, and ghosted as a result. So what's the verdict am an orbiter in denial?

Credit to u/finndog32 for this list of character ages when Book 1 kicks off. Looking at them after an eternity of paying zero attention to GRRM's claimed ages, I find I'm shocked by everybody's youth, not just the children. Here's a table of GRRM's claimed ages vs. what I think makes more sense, and why. Those characters not listed are those for whom I don't think age is particularly relevant.
To head off some inevitable replies, yes, you can make arguments for why the GRRM ages are possible, but that doesn't make them feel true to the intent of the character. I get tired of having to tell myself "s/he's just precocious".
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Character	GRRM Age	Grizwald Age
Jorah Mormont	44	Perfect, change nothing. That's about the age I would expect for a knight who's lived long enough to see his first marriage and life blow up spectacularly, old enough for an infatuation with Daenerys to remain appropriately inappropriate, but still young enough to be a serious threat as a fighter.
Robert Baratheon	35	45. This was one of my spit-takes. Is it possible for a former pro athlete to be a morbidly obese, alcoholic trainwreck who's fathered 16 children by 35? Sure. But mid-40s makes much more sense.
Eddard "Ned" Stark	34	Early 40s. He's had time to learn wisdom and become an experienced parent and lord - the kind of paternal figure I picture him as.
Stannis Baratheon	33	Early 40s. Another spit-take. Stannis is almost totally bald, and an extremely bitter person who's spent a long time brooding on the slights he's suffered. Someone like Stannis requires until his 40s for that kind of personality to properly marinate into the lovable guy we meet in ACOK.
Catelyn "Cat" Stark	33	Early 40s. Cat has the confidence, knowledge, and worldview of someone much older than 33. Like Ned, Cat cuts a much stronger maternal figure if you add 10 years.
Khal Drogo	31	Perfect, change nothing. Early 30s is exactly when I'd expect a Dothraki to have accomplished as much as Khal Drogo, while still being young enough to kill with the best of them and be in need of a wife.
Cersei and Jaime Lannister	31	Early 30s. Does this create backstory problems with how severely I've aged up Tyrion? You bet. But Jaime and Cersei definitely look and act like people in their early 30s. Sue me.
Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish	29	38-42. Get the fuck out of here with 29. Professions like investment banking and lawyering typically see "apprenticing" start in the mid-20s, people hit their stride in their mid-30s, and achieve things like "Master of Coin for Westeros" in their 40s. Go check the ages for Ministers of Finance worldwide. I'll wait.
Tyrion Lannister	24	Early 30s. This one bowled me over, because Tyrion (although certainly not the wisest of characters) is immensely well-read, well-travelled, and jaded about the world. He also speaks to older adults as a peer, not as a junior, which shifts my age perception upward significantly. That said, this is probably the most believable GRRM age shock.
Brienne of Tarth	17	Early 20s. I can buy a woman with an unusually masculine build, but I have extreme trouble imagining a teenage girl physically dominating grown men in a melee the way Brienne is when we're introduced to her. The fact that she's in her early 20s and still a virgin also makes the mocking aspect of the nickname a little crueler.
Loras Tyrell	15	18. It's appropriate for Loras to stay young, but he needs to be aged up just a little to accommodate how scrawny most 15-year-olds are, and how absurd the idea of a 15-year-old jousting with The Mountain would actually be.
Margaery Tyrell	14	17. She's young for sure, young enough to be overlooked as a threat, but she's old enough to be the Tyrell's youngest player in the game of thrones, not simply a piece - and old enough to catch the eye of Robert, as originally intended, without subjecting us to another GRRM jailbait romance.
Robb Stark	14	19. Is it possible that the entire north would unite around an eighth-grader? Sure, but adding five years definitely helps explain both Robb's credibility as a ruler and his brilliant tactical ability, while leaving him young enough to do something as romantic and stupid as marrying Jeyne Westerling.
Jon Snow	14	19. If any of you have met a 14-year-old recently (or are one), you'd know that except for the occasional freak of nature like Lebron James, they're much closer to children than grown men, and there's a serious strength differential to match. The idea of Jon killing Qhorin Halfhand - even in a staged fight - is impossible to believe.
Samwell Tarly	14	Early 20s. Samwell needs major aging. Because why? Because a 14-year-old with zero athletic ability would never have survived north of the Wall, and don't even try to convince me otherwise. A 14-year-old would have also lacked the confidence and intelligence to throw an election and lie to/bluff grown men to do it. Also makes his unceremonious booting from Horn Hill to make room for his younger brother much more poignant.
Daenerys Targaryen	13	18. It's unnecessarily creepy to have half a dozen grown men lust aftehave sexual relations with a barely pubescent girl, and Dany's poise, diplomatic skill, and sense of strategy is hard to believe in a 13-14-year-old.
Sansa Stark/Joffrey Baratheon	11	14. Sansa is an eye-rollingly perfect teen girl when AGOT opens, and I think 14 is a better representation of that phase than 11. Menarche can happen at wildly different ages for girls, so this doesn't mess with the plot much. Joffrey, meanwhile, is a little bit too sexual for 11, but is committing the sort of odious behavior I'd expect from a newly pubescent (evil) boy of 14.
Arya Stark	9	12. I don't hate Arya's GRRM age, but her confidence speaking to adults and her swordplay/athleticism strikes me as coming from someone a little older but still not pubescent. This also makes things much smoother in the Braavos chapters.

Reposted from a post I made two years ago because I don't feel like typing it all up again.
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All of this began when I was fifteen and ended when I was seventeen. I had a really hard time growing up, I was bullied constantly and never really had a stable group of friends. My parents moved me from school to school whenever they found the slightest problem with the school system. Needless to say I had absolutely zero self esteem. It didn't help that when I was in freshman year I got my first boyfriend who abruptly broke up with me after three weeks (keep in mind when you're fourteen your first breakup seems to determine that you'll never find anyone else) and went around spreading sexual rumors about me like that I tried to force myself on him and stuff. I later found out he was cheating on me with his ex. That was another blow to my psyche.
I'm not going to name names because I'm still afraid he'll find out that I've been telling people. I met a boy through my best friend at the time (let's call her M). He turned out to be a whiney little brat but I was absolutely in love with him. During the time I was pursuing him, one of his friends (I'll call him B) sent me a friend request on Facebook. I never met him in person but we had mutual friends so I added him. After things ended with his friend, B eventually asked me out and we went on a date. We started flirting with each other through texts afterwards and he'd tell me things like how beautiful I was and how he was the luckiest man to have ever met me.
So we got sexually active pretty fast. It never led to intercourse though. He would constantly bring up anal sex and me being shy and not that headstrong would laugh and say "ohhhh maybe" or "I don't know..." to which he would brush off. He'd continue acting like I never said anything and had this "I'm going to do it to you whether you like it or not" attitude shrouded in him having so much sexual desire for me he couldn't control it.
I forgot to mention that B had just graduated high school and was heading to college and I was going into my junior year of college. He'd constantly hide me from his family and kept me a secret from them. I'd ask to meet his family and he'd refuse saying that it didn't matter if I met him or not. He eventually told me that he told my mom about me and she proceeded to call me "jailbait" and assumed I was just "some little slut". When we started talking after a week of dating he told me he was somewhat of a sociopath. I had no idea what that meant and took it as some personality flaw I'd be able to change. I feel so stupid typing this.
One day I was hanging out with M and I hadn't heard from his all day. This was weird as he would often text me first thing in the morning. It got late and M and I decided to see if he was active on Facebook, and he was. I sent him a chat and it eventually led into him suddenly telling me that he felt no more enthusiasm to continue our relationship because he felt like I was taking up all of his time. He told me he'd only see me one day a week which was on a Sunday and told me everything I should do to my body to make him happy. I did all of this. One day we were messing around and he kept persisting we had anal sex. I remember thinking to myself I didn't want to do it and I told him "I don't like this. This is uncomfortable." And he just kept encouraging me to keep going. I cried during it but pretended it was because I loved him so much and was so happy to be with him like that (I gross myself out so much knowing I did this). The day after it happened I felt like there was this large piece of my soul missing, but I thought it was a natural feeling to have after your first sexual experience since the concept of virginity was emphasized so much in my life. I was waiting for a train for whatever reason that day and I thought "if I jumped in front of this train, then would he show any kind of emotion towards me". A week after this he'd purposefully avoid talking to me or saying he loved me. Then one day he said that he didn't have time for me anymore and that we should end things.
He'd contact me multiple times through the next two years and everything started with him being that romantic man I thought he could be. I forgot to mention that I kept convincing myself that the man he presented himself to be was who he really was and I was making him so hateful. I thought that man was back and I didn't even see what he did to me as rape. He'd keep telling me how he shouldn't be dating me because I was still in high school and one day I got home from a trip to New York and he eventually sprung the demand on me that I delete all of our previous messages and pictures he sent of him to me because he had a job at the high school and he could get fired for seeing me. He went on to tell me that he'd come back to me once I graduate high school (which at that time was eight months). He told me he couldn't see me anymore but then it was "oh we can still text" and all that bullshit. Then he went back to "I can't see you at all until you finish high school" and for whatever reason that was when I had had it. I told him I was done with him and not to text me again. Last time I talked to him was after I graduated and he was demanding an apology from me. Apparently M (who I had a huge falling out with the previous year and I don't know why. She just texted me how I was fake and she's glad she doesn't have me as a friend anymore) told him how I was seeing a guy when me and B WERENT seeing each other and that I lied about the details of me and M's falling out. I admit to all of that. I didn't tell him about the boy I briefly say because I thought he wouldn't want to be with me if I did. I was angry with M so I did exaggerate the details. But I find it ironic that the last thing he talked to me about what how I was wrong and how I owed him answers.
But I always look at myself as not being a victim because I pretended to like it. I told him I loved him while he did it. I bought the fucking lube he used on me. I didn't say no as strong as I should've. It also took me three years to realize that what he did to me was wrong. I told myself it was just sex and if I said anything I'd be one of those girls people believe make up rape claims because they regret it. I remember the second I realized what happened. I was eighteen and out on a walk and I recalled saying how I didn't like it and to please stop before it happened. Sometimes I wonder if I'm recalling details right or if it's my brain exaggerating things.
Now I'm twenty one years old. I've attempted suicide twice. My freshman year of college, I had drank an entire bottle of vodka and one of my best friends found me in the bathroom. She asked me what I was doing and I told her "I just want to forget what he did" (I don't remember saying that but she told me I did): I struggled with self harm for years and as I write this it's been eleven months since I last cut.
I unblocked him on Facebook for whatever reason because I thought it was a way I could heal. I found out he has a girlfriend now and he has a group of friends and everything seems to be going great for him. Turns out his girlfriend survived a murder attempt from her ex boyfriend. All I want to do is tell her that everything he appears to be is all an act and that he will change one day and make it seem like it's your fault. But I know what will happen: she will either not believe me or confront him about it and he'll convince her I'm some crazy ex still hung up on him. I come to the realization that there's nothing I can do. I recently learned that he was doing the same thing to a girl at our sister high school (manipulating her to do sexual things then ignoring her) and she was my age too. This was after the first time we broke up. That's just who he is and I blame myself everyday for not opening up about it or going to the cops or just standing up to him. Then I start to wonder if he's changed and he's treating this new girl the best he can, and I hope that's the case but then I wonder what I did wrong. What did I do wrong for him to treat me that way?

This post will be long. There is quite a bit of information I need to include for it all to make sense.
2010 I met my now bf. I was 18, he was 32; we met at college. At the time I had moved to the college to be with another guy but wasn't working out. After a xmas trip with my now ex and my current bf, plus one chick to my mothers house for a vacation I came back dating my now bf.
After the trip, back at the dorms, my ex and interest started to fight and my now bf decided we should try a poly relationship. That lasted 2 weeks. I backed out.
After a 3 months I decided to leave them, the school and the city. My now bf followed. First night together in the new city and we get into a fight. He doesn't understand why I am upset about how things were left with my ex. After drinking, he put his hands on me and was arrested.
Began our relationship trying to get him out of trouble. Meanwhile, I began to drink more because of the stress. So, I ended up getting a DUI. Now we were both supporting each other getting out of trouble.
Needless to say a downward spiral of drinking became and I freaked and ran back to my ex. It was dead. So I came home.
From here, alot of hell happened. Fights, drinking, homelessness, hospitalizations. But in a fucked up way we stuck together. However, after finding him on online rooms, I began to explore myself. Well it came out. That was that.
A few years down the road I couldn't understand why he was becoming more and more sexually distant. It was never super solid ground in the first place but I thought it'd get better.
After about 2 years of no sex and being treated deplorable, I slept with someone drunk because someone was kind to me. I was remorseful and told my bf. He said he understood. But even though we weren't having sex, a resentment began to develop for him and what little sweetness was left began to turn violent. As my home life deteriorated, I myself began to drink more and more and I became an awful person. Until January.
He had me arrested and New Year's day... that's a whole other story. But 19 days later I was diagnosed with Stage 1 cervical cancer, Type 2 Diabetes, HPV and PCOS. I really feel into despair. I need his support so bad but my need turned into his aggravation.
I ended up losing my job because of doctors appointments at the beginning of this year. Struggled for months to find work. Finally did! I had found my first Fortune 500 job and I was thrilled; just had to wait for the background checks and security clearance.
The day before I start I find on his phone that he's been taking videos up girls' skirts at bus stops. My roommate advised me to keep my cool, he knew of my bf's drinking and violence, knows how we clash, and recommended I make a therapist appointment and confront him there. So, I made the appointment.
I made it four days. Wasn't saying much to my bf, until he didn't show for the appointment. Gave me some run around and ultimately didn't come. I asked whe. his next day was and he 'wasn't sure' so o didn't reschedule.
I came home from my new job and the fourth day and he was home. I was livid but still didn't say anything. It wasnt til later that night he got in my face and started accusing me having a bad attitude. Unfortunately, at this point I been drinking and flood gates unleashed. I ended up telling him what I found and had said that I've already spoken to his mother about it. That he did not like.
I ended up being pushed backwards and it snapped both bones in my lower left leg. He didn't want to go the hospital with me, he didn't ever show before or after my surgery, I begged him to come which he did for 15 minutes and spent the whole time screaming at me how he didn't want to be there, wasn't there when I got out and I had to call an army friend to carry me up me stairs after I got out.
His 'caregiving' afterwards was monstrous. I wanted to die.
Then his brother shows up 2 weeks after my leg being broken to detox at our house. Well, he got sucked down the rabbit hole of our drinking though that is not what he was detoxing from. It was heroin so I didn't see an issue with him drinking. What happen next is the real kicker. The first night his brother was here, he and I stayed up all night drinking and talking. I was trying to help him get his emotional feet under himself. It was good. I got along well with his brother and he felt the same.
My bf went to work and we spent the day hanging out. That night though, I fell asleep and the brother hung out. Apparently, my bf wa a super dick to his brother.
The next morning I got up and didn't see his brother there. I got nervous and assumed he went for more heroin. I wanted to call him to ask him to come back but I didn't have his number. I went to my bf and asked for his phone to call his brother. He didn't want to give it to me. I later found out in his drunken state he thought I was looking for the videos to show his brother. Once I got his phone though I began to call his brother with no answer. I had left the bedroom and was in the.living room calling.
Mind you, still have a broken leg and I'm on crutches. My bf comes barreling out of the bedroom and knocks me down and takes the phone. At that exact moment his brother walks in. His brother chased my bf away from me and picks me up off the ground. Asks if I need anything and I say my pain pills. He goes into our bedroom to get them and my bf, who literally went right back to bed, rolls over and says to him 'Just can't help yourself, can you? You junkie.' His brother cold socks in the face twice in bed and leaves.
He comes out to give me my pills and here's my bf coming out the door. What happened next was one of the scarosat things I've ever seen. It turned into a bloodbath in my kitchen. His older brother put the hurt on him while screaming at him for the videos. I tried to stop them and bf just knocked me down again which made the situation worse between the guys.
His brother cracked his head on the edge of the countertop for it. My crying and screaming stopped his brother my bf stormed out.
I was left in the house for days afterwards in shock from what happened while helphelpihelpi nb his brother detox. My bf called his mother to say he was leaving me... with a broken leg.
After his brother left I begged him to come back because I needed the help. I also was willing to restart, and forgive him. Things started to become okay.
But the last few days have been sliding. I have found myself getting g in contact with the guy I slept with years ago. All we did was talk the other day.
Here's the scary thing. I still love him and want to turn this around. Have been going nuts for the last couple days because I wanted to give sex a try again. But then this morning... I looked at his phone and last night he was googling 'jailbait' 'teens' 'panties' 'junior'. I was mortified.
And here I am again wondering if I should embrace this and try to emulate what he wants or just fucking kill him?
Wouldn't actually kill someone but my disgust leads to both hatred and intrigue. . Have I totally lost my fucking mind?

Im 16,and a junior in high school. This summer I got a job at a pizza place, and there's a guy there I find really attractive. He's 21 and in college. He knows I'm gay, and I always assumed he was straight because he flirts a lot with our female coworkers and customers.
But the other day we were on our lunch break (with one other guy), when he asked me if I knew that I was jailbait. The guy sitting with us laughed. I told him that the age of consent (in our state) is 16, so I wasn't really jailbait. It's interesting because he said "well I'm 21 so you are." Somehow that comment made me feel like he personally likes me.
But I don't know what to think because he didn't speak to me the rest of my shift. And yesterday he just ignored me completely. I don't think I did/said anything to make him upset, so I don't understand why he's acting like I've offended him.

All of this began when I was fifteen and ended when I was seventeen. I had a really hard time growing up, I was bullied constantly and never really had a stable group of friends. My parents moved me from school to school whenever they found the slightest problem with the school system. Needless to say I had absolutely zero self esteem. It didn't help that when I was in freshman year I got my first boyfriend who abruptly broke up with me after three weeks (keep in mind when you're fourteen your first breakup seems to determine that you'll never find anyone else) and went around spreading sexual rumors about me like that I tried to force myself on him and stuff. I later found out he was cheating on me with his ex. That was another blow to my psyche.
I'm not going to name names because I'm still afraid he'll find out that I've been telling people. I met a boy through my best friend at the time (let's call her M). He turned out to be a whiney little brat but I was absolutely in love with him. During the time I was pursuing him, one of his friends (I'll call him B) sent me a friend request on Facebook. I never met him in person but we had mutual friends so I added him. After things ended with his friend, B eventually asked me out and we went on a date. We started flirting with each other through texts afterwards and he'd tell me things like how beautiful I was and how he was the luckiest man to have ever met me.
So we got sexually active pretty fast. It never led to intercourse though. He would constantly bring up anal sex and me being shy and not that headstrong would laugh and say "ohhhh maybe" or "I don't know..." to which he would brush off. He'd continue acting like I never said anything and had this "I'm going to do it to you whether you like it or not" attitude shrouded in him having so much sexual desire for me he couldn't control it.
I forgot to mention that B had just graduated high school and was heading to college and I was going into my junior year of college. He'd constantly hide me from his family and kept me a secret from them. I'd ask to meet his family and he'd refuse saying that it didn't matter if I met him or not. He eventually told me that he told my mom about me and she proceeded to call me "jailbait" and assumed I was just "some little slut". When we started talking after a week of dating he told me he was somewhat of a sociopath. I had no idea what that meant and took it as some personality flaw I'd be able to change. I feel so stupid typing this.
One day I was hanging out with M and I hadn't heard from his all day. This was weird as he would often text me first thing in the morning. It got late and M and I decided to see if he was active on Facebook, and he was. I sent him a chat and it eventually led into him suddenly telling me that he felt no more enthusiasm to continue our relationship because he felt like I was taking up all of his time. He told me he'd only see me one day a week which was on a Sunday and told me everything I should do to my body to make him happy. I did all of this. One day we were messing around and he kept persisting we had anal sex. I remember thinking to myself I didn't want to do it and I told him "I don't like this. This is uncomfortable." And he just kept encouraging me to keep going. I cried during it but pretended it was because I loved him so much and was so happy to be with him like that (I gross myself out so much knowing I did this). The day after it happened I felt like there was this large piece of my soul missing, but I thought it was a natural feeling to have after your first sexual experience since the concept of virginity was emphasized so much in my life. I was waiting for a train for whatever reason that day and I thought "if I jumped in front of this train, then would he show any kind of emotion towards me". A week after this he'd purposefully avoid talking to me or saying he loved me. Then one day he said that he didn't have time for me anymore and that we should end things.
He'd contact me multiple times through the next two years and everything started with him being that romantic man I thought he could be. I forgot to mention that I kept convincing myself that the man he presented himself to be was who he really was and I was making him so hateful. I thought that man was back and I didn't even see what he did to me as rape. He'd keep telling me how he shouldn't be dating me because I was still in high school and one day I got home from a trip to New York and he eventually sprung the demand on me that I delete all of our previous messages and pictures he sent of him to me because he had a job at the high school and he could get fired for seeing me. He went on to tell me that he'd come back to me once I graduate high school (which at that time was eight months). He told me he couldn't see me anymore but then it was "oh we can still text" and all that bullshit. Then he went back to "I can't see you at all until you finish high school" and for whatever reason that was when I had had it. I told him I was done with him and not to text me again. Last time I talked to him was after I graduated and he was demanding an apology from me. Apparently M (who I had a huge falling out with the previous year and I don't know why. She just texted me how I was fake and she's glad she doesn't have me as a friend anymore) told him how I was seeing a guy when me and B WERENT seeing each other and that I lied about the details of me and M's falling out. I admit to all of that. I didn't tell him about the boy I briefly say because I thought he wouldn't want to be with me if I did. I was angry with M so I did exaggerate the details. But I find it ironic that the last thing he talked to me about what how I was wrong and how I owed him answers.
But I always look at myself as not being a victim because I pretended to like it. I told him I loved him while he did it. I bought the fucking lube he used on me. I didn't say no as strong as I should've. It also took me three years to realize that what he did to me was wrong. I told myself it was just sex and if I said anything I'd be one of those girls people believe make up rape claims because they regret it. I remember the second I realized what happened. I was eighteen and out on a walk and I recalled saying how I didn't like it and to please stop before it happened. Sometimes I wonder if I'm recalling details right or if it's my brain exaggerating things.
Now I'm twenty one years old. I've attempted suicide twice. My freshman year of college, I had drank an entire bottle of vodka and one of my best friends found me in the bathroom. She asked me what I was doing and I told her "I just want to forget what he did" (I don't remember saying that but she told me I did): I struggled with self harm for years and as I write this it's been eleven months since I last cut.
I unblocked him on Facebook for whatever reason because I thought it was a way I could heal. I found out he has a girlfriend now and he has a group of friends and everything seems to be going great for him. Turns out his girlfriend survived a murder attempt from her ex boyfriend. All I want to do is tell her that everything he appears to be is all an act and that he will change one day and make it seem like it's your fault. But I know what will happen: she will either not believe me or confront him about it and he'll convince her I'm some crazy ex still hung up on him. I come to the realization that there's nothing I can do. I recently learned that he was doing the same thing to a girl at our sister high school (manipulating her to do sexual things then ignoring her) and she was my age too. This was after the first time we broke up. That's just who he is and I blame myself everyday for not opening up about it or going to the cops or just standing up to him. Then I start to wonder if he's changed and he's treating this new girl the best he can, and I hope that's the case but then I wonder what I did wrong. What did I do wrong for him to treat me that way?
I'm really nervous sharing this with people on Reddit so please be nice. I'm sorry if none of this makes sense I just don't have the time or energy to elaborate more on the details.

My entire life deserves a "confession." I haven't ever talked about any of it before, and I'm interested to see how people react to the truth of... well... everything.
I have no guilt about these things. No embarrassment. No conscience. No driving need to throw myself on the judgement of the court or receive absolution. I honestly regret nothing I've ever done, feel bad about none of it, and will continue to live my life my way. I am bored, and out of sheer curiosity as to what reactions people will have, I will list my biggest "misdeeds" and watch with interest. I am sort of curious what deeds will garner the most comment. Exactly how negative this thread will get. I do not plan to respond to anything, but I might. As you can guess, this is a throwaway account. This post is 100% factual. While I lie with ease and confidence, and usually by preference, that would ruin the entire point in this case, and I will play it straight in this thread. Every single thing listed here, is true. Enjoy.
When I was a child I was infinitely angry and violent. Grew up poor as dirt. Family of 5 lived on the equivalent of about 7000 euro per year. I was beaten routinely at home and at school. Angry parent beat me at home, bullies beat me at school. In turn I would hit and beat my younger siblings. I threw things. Broke things. Stole everything. I lied constantly. I convinced my youngest sibling, 5 years my junior, to do sexual touching together. I did it because I was told about "bad touch" at school and knew it was "wrong". I was belligerent and angry, and had a general attitude of "Fuck you, you cannot tell me what to do!" to any and all authority or rules.
I became obsessed with sex. I would rub up against other students, "accidentally" touching their butts and genitals in the crowded hallways. I masturbated all the time, including at school. I masturbated in in-school-suspension, in detention, in the washroom, and on the bus to and from school. This continued until about Year 8 or Year 9.
In my teens, I would hurt or kill small animals. We lived on a small farm for a while. I strangled the baby birds, it gave me a sexual thrill to see and feel them struggling to draw in air while I squeezed their throats. I would not strangle them to death, but sometimes I would fling them against the barn wall and they would die, or tie a small weight to their legs, and drop them in the stream, watch them drown. Always birds - goslings, ducklings, chicks, and wild birds I found in nests. I once stabbed a dog, or tried to - I only caused a small cut, on its eyebrow, and I felt "guilty" or something and put a bandage on it and cried. I think that was actually the first time I hurt an animal, so this is slightly out of order. I may have been about 8 or 10 at that time. When I was slightly older than that I tried to cut a garter snake in half with a steak knife, but I could not force myself to actually cut it even though I had the knife on the snake. I let it go and got ill. The birds were a few years after that.
From the very moment I entered school, at age 4 or 5, I was constantly in trouble. I never did my homework, never paid attention, I simply sat and read. I had nearly constant detention, suspension, or in school suspension. I got expelled most years before the end of the year, and would have to take tests to place into the next year. I usually had no "friends". When I did, I would emotionally torture them. I would pretend they had done something which angered, hurt, or insulted me, and refuse to tell them why or speak to them. They did nothing, I simply was intrigued and enjoyed making them cry, beg my forgiveness, and go into depression. I manipulated them into doing what I wanted them to do without telling them that it was what I wanted. That was the game. To get them to do things they thought were of their own volition or ideas. Then I would leave them behind until I found new "friends" the next time.
In my teen years, I nearly stopped going to school altogether. I showed up maybe 1 day per month. The rest of the time, I spent at the shops stealing anything and everything I could get my hands on. On the rare occasions I was invited to parties I would steal anything that caught my eye at the host home. When my siblings had a sleepover at our house, had friends over, I would grope their friends' genitals while everyone slept.
As a young teen I began again touching my sibling. They did not want the contact and I forced them to participate. I stopped at around 15. This was the last forced or nonconsensual sexual contact I ever had. I suffered an accident around this time and had a major concussion, which somehow helped me become calmer. Colder. No less angry, but more in control of myself. Better able to fake emotions and normalcy. This is the same time I stopped all of the nonconsensual sexual activities completely. As I said, it changed me. My personality, even. And gave me more control over myself.
I took some tests and finished up school at 17. I took an IQ test prior to uni. I tested at 172 IQ and bribed the psychiatrist administering the test heavily to add another 15 points to the results (187). This astronomical number garnered me a lot of attention I enjoyed thoroughly, as well as offers of several scholarships.
I went to uni. I made "friends" there, and cultivated those relationships as cover, and in case I could use them later. I ruined a few of my "friends" relationships out of jealousy, if I was attracted to them or simply wanted them to pay more attention to me and less to their partners. I did it by spreading anonymous malicious rumors here and there. They would usually come to me, and I would be a trusted sympathetic shoulder they could cry to. I stayed at uni for nearly 10 years because I kept switching majors, and then I quit. I was only 2 courses from finally getting a degree but I lost interest.
I became interested during that time solely in taboo, quasi-illegal pornography. Bestiality, jailbait, and rape porn. Then I finally lost my virginity at 25. Someone I met at one of my siblings universities. It wasn't nearly as good as I had built it up in my mind to be. But it was still nice, and I found out I enjoyed causing pain in my partners through the act of intercourse. Not BDSM, really, but the act itself. And once I began to have an active sex life I suddenly found it exceedingly simple to find partners. All of them willing. I jumped from bed to bed, one night stand to one night stand. I had dozens of partners within a few years, often 2 at a time of various genders. I found I truly enjoyed public sex. Screwing in the middle of the mall or on the train. It was good. I never used protection - if a potential partner insisted on it, I would refuse and tell them they did not HAVE to have sex with me. That it was fine. I did not mind. That we could share oral or something instead and call it quits after that. Not once did a partner wind up not having intercourse with me - I never pushed, but I drove them insane with lust with my hands and through oral sex until they demanded we go further. I made them make the call to escalate, and manipulated them into doing what I wanted without any pressure at all except their own lusts. It was delightful.
I had a particular job when I was about 30. At my job I was usually the only employee on the clock at any one time. I knew little secrets about the place, such as the fact that the security cameras did not work. I would routinely copy down customers credit card info and make large online purchases using their info, which I would have delivered to an empty house a few streets over. After around 2 years at that job, shortly after I quit uni, I faked a robbery, left some evidence that there had been a violent scuffle, and walked out with all the cash in the drawer. I took a bus a couple of thousand miles using an ID I had swiped from a customer that looked slightly like me, and started a new life with a new identity. It was an impulse - I had no need to do this, I just wanted to. That was nearly 10 years ago now - I am almost 40 years old.
I had a particular partner a few years back who cheated on me. My relationships were always open, but cheating is still a thing, to my mind, when there is sneaking around and lying. I have never cheated on anyone. It is wrong and I flat out do not believe in it. I became angry with my partner, so I convinced them with emails from fake accounts and IP addresses that someone was out to get them, was ruining their career and life and trying to get them arrested. They could not figure out who it was and started shutting everyone out of their life. I was the infinitely caring partner who insisted it was the only safe thing they could do, and they needed to get rid of everyone - even me - because how could they know? Even though I "loved" them, they needed to be 100% sure and protect themselves first and foremost. This "selfless" statement and act convinced them it was not me, and they never truly thought it was me in the first place. But they took my advice, as I comforted them all the while, insisting I wanted their peace of mind and comfort to come first over my feelings, because I "cared" about them more than about myself. Once they were completely isolated and had burned bridges with most of the people in their life, and we were not in actual contact anymore, I called in an anonymous report with sufficient detail and "proof" of abuse that their young child was taken away. I have not spoken with them since that time.
I move around a lot now because I get bored. A few years back, after I quit another job, I kept a set of keys. I would go to the building at night every few weeks and lift anything I wanted, whatever was worth some money and easily moveable. One night I saw some copies of police reports on the desk in the owners' office. They were making a report to the police, including the names of all employees and ex-employees who might have keys to the building. My name was on there. So I filled my bag with some choice items, and lit the place on fire on my way out the door. It burned nearly to the ground that night and went out of business.
I steal whenever the opportunity presents itself. I've stolen about 100,000 quid in stuff I've resold in the last couple of years. I've been living off of that, and am always looking out for opportunities to take anything of value. I keep moving - it is easy and interesting because I have no roots, no family, no friends. I am content with my life. I find it pleasant and fulfilling usually. Except for the infinite and eternal pit of pitch black anger and red rage inside of me.
I cannot think of any more interesting major misdeeds. Or rather, a couple come to mind - but they are things a few significant orders of magnitude worse than what I have shared here, and even anonymously I will not share them. The trouble they could get me into is not worth the risk of telling about them. Some things one simply never speaks of again, and takes to their grave. You know?
Anyway, have a good night, and I will keep an eye on this to see if anyone responds. Toodles!

My entire life deserves a "confession." I haven't ever talked about any of it before, and I'm interested to see how people react to the truth of... well... everything.
I have no guilt about these things. No embarrassment. No conscience. No driving need to throw myself on the judgement of the court or receive absolution. I honestly regret nothing I've ever done, feel bad about none of it, and will continue to live my life my way. I am bored, and out of sheer curiosity as to what reactions people will have, I will list my biggest "misdeeds" and watch with interest. I am sort of curious what deeds will garner the most comment. Exactly how negative this thread will get. I do not plan to respond to anything, but I might. As you can guess, this is a throwaway account. This post is 100% factual. While I lie with ease and confidence, and usually by preference, that would ruin the entire point in this case, and I will play it straight in this thread. Every single thing listed here, is true. Enjoy.
When I was a child I was infinitely angry and violent. Grew up poor as dirt. Family of 5 lived on the equivalent of about 7000 euro per year. I was beaten routinely at home and at school. Angry parent beat me at home, bullies beat me at school. In turn I would hit and beat my younger siblings. I threw things. Broke things. Stole everything. I lied constantly. I convinced my youngest sibling, 5 years my junior, to do sexual touching together. I did it because I was told about "bad touch" at school and knew it was "wrong". I was belligerent and angry, and had a general attitude of "Fuck you, you cannot tell me what to do!" to any and all authority or rules.
I became obsessed with sex. I would rub up against other students, "accidentally" touching their butts and genitals in the crowded hallways. I masturbated all the time, including at school. I masturbated in in-school-suspension, in detention, in the washroom, and on the bus to and from school. This continued until about Year 8 or Year 9.
In my teens, I would hurt or kill small animals. We lived on a small farm for a while. I strangled the baby birds, it gave me a sexual thrill to see and feel them struggling to draw in air while I squeezed their throats. I would not strangle them to death, but sometimes I would fling them against the barn wall and they would die, or tie a small weight to their legs, and drop them in the stream, watch them drown. Always birds - goslings, ducklings, chicks, and wild birds I found in nests. I once stabbed a dog, or tried to - I only caused a small cut, on its eyebrow, and I felt "guilty" or something and put a bandage on it and cried. I think that was actually the first time I hurt an animal, so this is slightly out of order. I may have been about 8 or 10 at that time. When I was slightly older than that I tried to cut a garter snake in half with a steak knife, but I could not force myself to actually cut it even though I had the knife on the snake. I let it go and got ill. The birds were a few years after that.
From the very moment I entered school, at age 4 or 5, I was constantly in trouble. I never did my homework, never paid attention, I simply sat and read. I had nearly constant detention, suspension, or in school suspension. I got expelled most years before the end of the year, and would have to take tests to place into the next year. I usually had no "friends". When I did, I would emotionally torture them. I would pretend they had done something which angered, hurt, or insulted me, and refuse to tell them why or speak to them. They did nothing, I simply was intrigued and enjoyed making them cry, beg my forgiveness, and go into depression. I manipulated them into doing what I wanted them to do without telling them that it was what I wanted. That was the game. To get them to do things they thought were of their own volition or ideas. Then I would leave them behind until I found new "friends" the next time.
In my teen years, I nearly stopped going to school altogether. I showed up maybe 1 day per month. The rest of the time, I spent at the shops stealing anything and everything I could get my hands on. On the rare occasions I was invited to parties I would steal anything that caught my eye at the host home. When my siblings had a sleepover at our house, had friends over, I would grope their friends' genitals while everyone slept.
As a young teen I began again touching my sibling. They did not want the contact and I forced them to participate. I stopped at around 15. This was the last forced or nonconsensual sexual contact I ever had. I suffered an accident around this time and had a major concussion, which somehow helped me become calmer. Colder. No less angry, but more in control of myself. Better able to fake emotions and normalcy. This is the same time I stopped all of the nonconsensual sexual activities completely. As I said, it changed me. My personality, even. And gave me more control over myself.
I took some tests and finished up school at 17. I took an IQ test prior to uni. I tested at 172 IQ and bribed the psychiatrist administering the test heavily to add another 15 points to the results (187). This astronomical number garnered me a lot of attention I enjoyed thoroughly, as well as offers of several scholarships.
I went to uni. I made "friends" there, and cultivated those relationships as cover, and in case I could use them later. I ruined a few of my "friends" relationships out of jealousy, if I was attracted to them or simply wanted them to pay more attention to me and less to their partners. I did it by spreading anonymous malicious rumors here and there. They would usually come to me, and I would be a trusted sympathetic shoulder they could cry to. I stayed at uni for nearly 10 years because I kept switching majors, and then I quit. I was only 2 courses from finally getting a degree but I lost interest.
I became interested during that time solely in taboo, quasi-illegal pornography. Bestiality, jailbait, and rape porn. Then I finally lost my virginity at 25. Someone I met at one of my siblings universities. It wasn't nearly as good as I had built it up in my mind to be. But it was still nice, and I found out I enjoyed causing pain in my partners through the act of intercourse. Not BDSM, really, but the act itself. And once I began to have an active sex life I suddenly found it exceedingly simple to find partners. All of them willing. I jumped from bed to bed, one night stand to one night stand. I had dozens of partners within a few years, often 2 at a time of various genders. I found I truly enjoyed public sex. Screwing in the middle of the mall or on the train. It was good. I never used protection - if a potential partner insisted on it, I would refuse and tell them they did not HAVE to have sex with me. That it was fine. I did not mind. That we could share oral or something instead and call it quits after that. Not once did a partner wind up not having intercourse with me - I never pushed, but I drove them insane with lust with my hands and through oral sex until they demanded we go further. I made them make the call to escalate, and manipulated them into doing what I wanted without any pressure at all except their own lusts. It was delightful.
I had a particular job when I was about 30. At my job I was usually the only employee on the clock at any one time. I knew little secrets about the place, such as the fact that the security cameras did not work. I would routinely copy down customers credit card info and make large online purchases using their info, which I would have delivered to an empty house a few streets over. After around 2 years at that job, shortly after I quit uni, I faked a robbery, left some evidence that there had been a violent scuffle, and walked out with all the cash in the drawer. I took a bus a couple of thousand miles using an ID I had swiped from a customer that looked slightly like me, and started a new life with a new identity. It was an impulse - I had no need to do this, I just wanted to. That was nearly 10 years ago now - I am almost 40 years old.
I had a particular partner a few years back who cheated on me. My relationships were always open, but cheating is still a thing, to my mind, when there is sneaking around and lying. I have never cheated on anyone. It is wrong and I flat out do not believe in it. I became angry with my partner, so I convinced them with emails from fake accounts and IP addresses that someone was out to get them, was ruining their career and life and trying to get them arrested. They could not figure out who it was and started shutting everyone out of their life. I was the infinitely caring partner who insisted it was the only safe thing they could do, and they needed to get rid of everyone - even me - because how could they know? Even though I "loved" them, they needed to be 100% sure and protect themselves first and foremost. This "selfless" statement and act convinced them it was not me, and they never truly thought it was me in the first place. But they took my advice, as I comforted them all the while, insisting I wanted their peace of mind and comfort to come first over my feelings, because I "cared" about them more than about myself. Once they were completely isolated and had burned bridges with most of the people in their life, and we were not in actual contact anymore, I called in an anonymous report with sufficient detail and "proof" of abuse that their young child was taken away. I have not spoken with them since that time.
I move around a lot now because I get bored. A few years back, after I quit another job, I kept a set of keys. I would go to the building at night every few weeks and lift anything I wanted, whatever was worth some money and easily moveable. One night I saw some copies of police reports on the desk in the owners' office. They were making a report to the police, including the names of all employees and ex-employees who might have keys to the building. My name was on there. So I filled my bag with some choice items, and lit the place on fire on my way out the door. It burned nearly to the ground that night and went out of business.
I steal whenever the opportunity presents itself. I've stolen about 100,000 quid in stuff I've resold in the last couple of years. I've been living off of that, and am always looking out for opportunities to take anything of value. I keep moving - it is easy and interesting because I have no roots, no family, no friends. I am content with my life. I find it pleasant and fulfilling usually. Except for the infinite and eternal pit of pitch black anger and red rage inside of me.
I cannot think of any more interesting major misdeeds. Or rather, a couple come to mind - but they are things a few significant orders of magnitude worse than what I have shared here, and even anonymously I will not share them. The trouble they could get me into is not worth the risk of telling about them. Some things one simply never speaks of again, and takes to their grave. You know?
Anyway, have a good night, and I will keep an eye on this to see if anyone responds. Toodles!

Im four and my name is "precious" Because everyone loves blue eyes and blond hair
I'm five and my name is "homeschooled" Because my mom doesn't want me gone yet
I'm six and my name is "sad" because I can't stop crying in school Cus crying at home just makes the yelling worse
I'm seven and my name is "attitude" Because I get smart with my teachers
I'm eight and my name is "new girl" because we keep moving so I haven't stayed in the same school for long
I'm nine and my name is "the good one" Because my older brother has a drug problem
I'm ten and my name is "weird" Because I can't seem to make friends
I'm 11 and my name is " problem child" Because I can't keep my mouth shut and I already don't want to finish school
I'm 12 and my name is "annoying" Because I talk to much so I stop talking
I'm thirteen and my name is "ugly" and "anorexic" Because we don't have money for nice things or enough food
I'm fourteen and my name is "new girl" for the umpteenth time Because we moved AGAIN
I'm fifteen and my name is "emo" because I have cuts on my body that make me feel better
I'm sixteen and my name is "slut" Because their boyfriends want me, not them
My name is "fucking bitch" Because I can't commit
My name is "such a waste" Because we all know I could be valedictorian if I put in minimal effort
My name is "pothead" Because I smoke weed, but I don't mind this
My name is "hangs with a bad group of friends" Because they do pills, and I do them occasionally but it'll never be a problem I swear
My name is "clinically depressed" Because I can't get out of bed some mornings
My name is "needs to slow down" Because I'm doing more pills but they're not a problem I swear
My name is "thief" Because I took money from my house for something to put up my nose
My name is "jailbait" Because since my braces came off I look 19, not 16
My name is "poor little girl" Because I got rushed to the hospital to pump out whatever I took this morning
My name is "no future" Because I want to be a famous rapper
My name is "wild" Because I'll try any kind of high to get away from my life
My name is "worthless" Because I'm failing my junior year
My name is "disappointment" Because I smoke
My name is "embarrassment" Because my mom was such a good parent how did this happen
My name is "daddy issues" Cus yeah I don't live with mine anymore, and my last boyfriend was ten years older than me
My name is "I don't even understand her anymore" Because my mom was never a bad kid like me
My name is "addict" Because I need pills not to feel sick now
My name is "long sleeves" Because I can't be showing tract marks in school
My name is "crisis" Because I was so high I fell over in school last week
I'm sixteen, my name is "will she even be alive next year" Because I might not be
I'm 17 and my name is mine again Because in the past few months I grew up
My name is "aspiring" Because next month I'll be enlisting
My name is "has a future" Because my reenlistment bonus is gunna be one hundred thousand
My name is "healthy" Because when I quit the pills I put on weight
My name is "glowing" Because I'm finally happy
I'm seventeen and My name is "hope" Because I learned you can always change life for the better.

This is really good stuff for the most part, but it does make a few stumbles here and there. The first half is absolutely terrific, Burroughs in his element dealing with themes he enjoyed, and his detailed inventiveness and enthusiasm show. Toward the end, though, it does seem to drag its feet quite a bit and it was one of the few Tarzan books where I was tempted to start skimming the pages. (Not that Swedish guy again...!)
THE SON OF TARZAN was first published in weekly installments in December 1915 issues of ALL-STORY CAVALIER. It's about, well, the son of Tarzan (doyt!). We start with young John Clayton (called Jack for clarity, what was it with everyone in the Greystoke line being named John?), who is living a life of luxury with his parents in the London manor house. Forget all that stuff you learned in school about not being able to inherit acquired characteristics (if you cut off a cat's tail, her kittens will still be born with tails). Jack has obviously been born with all the instincts and latent superhuman abilities his father only developed by growing up in the jungle. At ten, Jack is big and strong enough to easily manhandle adults, he blithely jumps out his window and scampers through the trees, and he has an overwhelming obsession with the African jungle and its animals. All this despite that fact he has no idea his father is Tarzan of the Apes.
(By now, Tarzan has settled comfortably into civilized life despite his strong, almost unbearable urge to go back and occasionally run naked through the jungle. It's only his love for Jane that keeps him in London. Sadly but firmly, he has decided to abandon his former life and not let Jack know what a heller his old man once was.)
Through a typical Burroughs barrage of coincidence, two characters from the previous book end up in London at this time. One is Alexis Paulvitch, the surviving Russian thug who has been cruelly abused by the African natives all these years; along with him is Akut, one of the more intelligent Mangani. Akut had been Tarzan's lieutenant in the All-Beast Squad in THE BEASTS OF TARZAN, and he goes along with Paulvitch because he misses his human friend and hopes to find him again. The unlikely team start performing in London music halls, where Akut's dramatic presence and intelligence easily outshine the baggy-pants comedians and ventriloquists. How can Benny Hill compete with an ape who can juggle and ride a bicycle?
Inevitably, Jack breaks his curfew and goes to see the performing primate. Akut recognizes a bit of the father in the son, and they immediately becomes great chums. There are a few unfortunate mishaps where the great ape kills a couple of men who were threatening Jack, and the two take off for Africa to return Akut home (Jack disguises the seven foot ape as his invalid grandmother in a wheelchair; pull my leg a bit harder, Edgar). Feeling he can't return to civilization because he would be hanged for the murders, Jack mutters, "Oh, well" and promptly spends the next six years becoming an Apeman himself under Akut's training. He does very well, ending up with the loincloth and spear and whole kit, terrorizing natives and eating raw flesh and all that. (Attacked by one tribe, he concludes all Africans are his enemies and cheerfully murders a few when he needs supplies.)
Soon enough, Jack is called Korak ("the Killer", and he's earned it) and he rescues an adorable little girl who is being held prisoner by an atrocious Arab. Meriem grows up in the jungle along with Korak and Akut, and before you know it, she is also somersaulting happily through the trees, stabbing animals for dinner and having a grand time. After a few years, those pesky hormones start to kick in and the two kids get twingy feelings. It looks like we're in for some BLUE LAGOON style soft porn until the plot gets back toward PG developments.
There are a lot of the expected battles with big carnivores, alliances with Tantor (who seems a bit more bloodthirsty and unpredictable than in the other books), captures by native tribes and rescues (Korak leads a charge of three thousand ferocious baboons on a village, which must have been quite a sight, not to mention smell), and of course at one point, Jack and Meriem are separated and think the other dead (Burroughs loved to do this, he really knew how to put his characters through purgatory.)
Meriem is taken in by an aristocratic English couple who run a large plantation ("...the flower-covered bungalow behind which lay the barns and outhouses of a well-ordered African estate." I must repeat, "outhouse" evidently had a different connotation back then). The man is tall and imposing, with black hair and grey eyes, the woman is lovely and gracious. They are referred to Bwana and My Dear, but c'mon, Edgar... of COURSE, they're Tarzan and Jane. Did he really think any readers wouldn't figure it in the first few paragraphs? It's odd that no mention is made of the Greystokes still searching for their long-lost son, but I assume that's why they're relocated to the hometown turf.
At this point, despite large servings of carnage and suspense here and there, the story veers into soap opera territory. A visiting Englishman called the Hon. Morrison Baynes is smitten with the gorgeous jungle jailbait (she's about sixteen at this point) and he starts talking her into going back to London with her. Now, Baynes has no intention of doing the right thing and marrying Meriem - she's a common Arab waif, after all - but he can sure have some fun with her for a while. Not knowing much about relationships, our little girl is seriously tempted and starts to tumble for this smooth-talking dandy.
Although he has an understandable weakness for nubile teen flesh, Baynes is not altogether the unredeemable black-hearted villain. He will find himself and his courage tested as more vile brutes lurk about, Meriem is abducted by the atrocious Shiek and his diseased half-brother. It's no placid picnic for Korak, either. He has wandered by and although he sees this girl sure looks like his lost Meriem, she also seems to be romantically snuggling with this English dude. There's a lot of anxiety and mixed emotions harder for the junior Apeman to deal with than just wrestling one more lion to the ground. I have to give Burroughs credit here; although you can reasonably expect a happy ending, it's hard to say at any point what Meriem or Baynes or Korak are going to decide.
With his Barsoom stories, Burroughs soon dropped John Carter and Dejah Thoris into the supporting cast and started using a variety of new, younger heroes and heroines in the books. This worked well and kept the series fresh. He may have been thinking about doing the same here, but Korak never took over. Tarzan as a merchandising tool (with the movies and lunchboxes and Big Little Books and so forth) was just too much in demand to step down. So he was back on stage in TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR. Korak and Meriem appeared a few more times (Korak especially had a great dramatic scene in TARAZAN THE TERRIBLE) and they did produce a little heir before quietly drifting out of the stories.
It's all a pity, in my opinion. After TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION, the Apeman's family faded out. Jane made one or two further appearances (especially welcome as a co-star in TARZAN'S QUEST). Without his wife, his son and daughter-in-law and grandson (wouldn't you love a few scenes with Tarzan teaching a toddler how to swim or ride a baby elephant?), the Apeman became a much less appealing and overly simplified figure. But, judging by the long run of the series and the merchandising empire that is still active today, Burroughs knew what the public wanted and was willing to supply it. It's easy for me to say what should have been written, but then I wasn't there trying to provide for my family by selling novels.
Burroughs has specifically distinguished between the ordinary Bolgani (or gorilla) and the Mangani of which Akut is a splendid specimen. The Mangani are "almost extinct... Even the natives seldom see these great, hairy, primordial men." Interesting choice of words there.
Finally, there is the amazingly tangled and unworkable chronology of the life of young Jack Clayton. Philip Jose Farmer had his theories to explain how Korak could be born in 1912 and serve in WW I (I've heard of volunteers lying about their age, but...), and several other explanations have been put forward. I think I'm just going to let the matter pass, as more industrious minds than mine have struggled with it.

Hi everyone. I've heard of this page before but I haven't read much on it, so forgive me if this is a topic that often gets discussed, but I just want to vent my frustrations and this must be the place to do it.
I'm deciding to write this now because I was about to go about my day normally, but before walking out the door got the urge and masturbate and just went for it. This is the fourth time since I woke up. I've struggled with a masturbation addiction since I first figured out how to do it when I was 11. Back then, it was a really painful and confusing thing for me. I was raised Catholic and my parents, while wonderful, never took the time to normalize these things for me. I was also homeschooled from 4th to 6th grade when this was all starting, so I had no close friends to level or commiserate with.
For years, I would go to bed and immediately feel the urge to jack off and feel fear and confusion about the desires. Suddenly girls meant something more to me, and I didn't know how to deal with these feelings. I also started developing an anxiety disorder around the same time and unknowingly started using masturbation as self-medication for my daily worries. At points I was doing it six or more times a day and felt that I'd never get it under control. Since I started masturbating, the longest I've gone without it is only two weeks, and I thought my balls were going to explode. This break from it was when I got my first girlfriend, and was overcome with the need to be a better person (in a religious sense) "for her." We broke up after the two weeks and my habits went back to normal.
I should mention here that my experiences with developing my sexuality were almost entirely painful because the backdrop of my development was the constant, looming fear of eternal damnation. For someone who has not experienced a fearful religion, it is nothing less than living with the concept of thought crime in a surveillance state. My body was being filled with hormones but every thought of sex sent me into spiraling anxiety about the state of my eternal soul. I quickly developed a deep, intense hatred of myself, and for many years thought that no one would ever love someone as horrible as me. I felt lower than dirt day in, day out, for about six years straight.
In eighth grade, I started using pornography and have used it regularly since then. I think nothing in my life has hurt my well-being or mental state more than this. I'm someone who is too curious for this sort of material, and like many of you, I'm fairly reliant on visual stimulation now. One TED Talk I watched mentioned that, with pornography, fantasies shift from the experience of loving someone to fantasies of penetration. I've experienced both come and go in waves, but the constant is the latter.
When I was a junior in high school, I left the church and got my first girlfriend that I was sexually active with. It was a really great thing for several months. I felt loved and valuable, and like I had something really great to give to another person. We were very healthy for a decent amount of time but the relationship devolved into codependency and one sided sex. She was a great person to learn about sex with, but looking back, she normalized things for me that I wished she hadn't. For one, pornography did not bother her. Some guys would rejoice at this quality, but I was just surprised by it. I gained the mindset that "oh, well if she likes it, then porn can't be bad to watch" which did nothing to hinder the next six years of porn-viewing. The other thing that she normalized for me was violent sex, but especially fantasies. Before this time, I was fairly tame in what I imagined, given the material I'd been watching. I would think about things like rough anal or deepthroating, but my girlfriend at this time would tell me to rape her, or fantasize about me forcing her to have anal with me. I could never act out these things she told me, but I tried, and it's stuck with me and still affects what I think about when I fantasize now.
One particularly bad instance was two summers ago. It was a weekday and the weekend before me and a friend had gone to a lake house and taken mushrooms. The experience was fantastic, but we had some left over that no one wanted, so I took them home. Now, I have smoked weed in my bedroom at my parents' house before and quite enjoyed it. I'd smoke out the window and watch videos on my laptop or play videogames/listen to music until jacking off and falling asleep. However, that night, I decided to eat the rest of the mushrooms, because hey, why not? It was only a couple stems and crumbs. How strong could it be?
I ate them in my bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got into bed. I watched some game grumps videos while they were kicking in and was having a blast until I realized that the trip was going to keep me awake almost all night long. I started getting anxious and could only think about getting to sleep. For those of you who don't know much about mushrooms, time feels incredibly slow. Slower than it does in detention or in line at the DMV. Minutes feels like hours. Now, this effect is great if you're taking a hike out in the woods or dancing to music with friends, but alone, in the middle of the night, trying to fall asleep, it's not so great. This is where it gets bad. You can skip to the next paragraph if you don't want the details. This is just something I've not been totally honest about with myself in the years since so I want it to all be on the table when I let it out here, for myself, and anyone else who may deal with these issues too. Lying in bed with my eyes closed, I started masturbating, trying to lull myself to sleep with a quick orgasm. I was hallucinating pretty heavily with my eyes closed and could vividly see everything I imagined. I felt lost in time. I had no idea how long I lied there stroking myself. But at some point, thoughts of this old girlfriend came up. Some sadness came over me; I broke her heart when I broke up with her. I moved to a different state to start college and we didn't talk again. She ended up not going to school the next year and it slowed down her progress a lot. She was depending on me to go to the school she applied to, but I couldn't for a number of reasons. It wasn't fun for either of us, but it was something I had to do for myself. I started imagining having sex with her again, but this sadness seeped into my thoughts and my nostalgic fantasy turned violent, seemingly without my control. The thoughts of raping her came into my head and stayed. It started bad and only got worse and suddenly I was imagining beating and raping her and her mom in their house and the whole scene was playing out again and again in my head, with a deep red filter coloring everything. I did come out of it and I fell asleep once the drugs slowed down, but for probably an hour and a half I was in a true living hell. There was no real risk that I would never escape those visions, but at the it felt endless, like I had finally gone too far.
These violent fantasies stayed with me for some time afterwards. My first girlfriend in college was even more gung-ho about trying some easy-going BDSM style play in her room, but overall, it was a tame relationship. Alone, though, I was getting worse and was searching for more "challenging" things to look at. I started drifting closer and closer to child pornography. I'm someone who has a very strong ethical code and a clear-cut ideology about what is right to me and what is wrong, and child porn is about as horrible as anything on earth could ever be. But here I was, drifting on the edges of it. I was searching through jailbait sites and looking for beastiality and violent porn. I would start with soft things, then my searches would get worse and worse until I came, after which I would delete everything I'd found and immediately try to forget any of it happened. This was a pattern that stayed for a long time.
I came back to my home state the next year and was single again. I lived alone in a 1 bedroom apartment and started using marijuana pretty heavily. It started out great, but soon devolved into something to do while I watched porn. In this state, I let myself drift back into those seedy areas and would watch scat and vomit videos and get off to them even though I found them disgusting and offensive. I couldn't believe that I was watching such depraved acts and enjoying myself alongside the "directors". Soon I was on websites that advertised "painal" and extreme face fucking with girls crying and throwing up, falling limp from the pain. All the while I felt like I was innocent of this exploitation because I was only curious. I let myself become absorbed in it.
Some months later I kicked my weed habit fairly easily and became online pen pals with a girl I'd met my freshman year of college. I cannot say enough good things about her. She's helped make life something amazing for me again. I want to marry her sometime in the next three years. In our lengthy emails, we often talked about our views on sex. There was some serious tension, but it was therapeutic for us, having both been in damaging relationships in the past. I mentioned watching porn and her reaction was "well it's probably fine, as long as you aren't watching anything depraved." This word has stuck with me since then. After that comment, every time I watched or looked at something to get off, it felt like she was sitting behind me. I started evaluating everything I did as if I wasn't alone, and suddenly I couldn't hide my flaws from myself. I went several months without looking at any porn once we started our relationship.
However, this peace didn't last. As the relationship went on, old urges started resurfacing. We are long distance, so I am still alone, although we talk on the phone very regularly and have phone sex/skype sex with one another. I do not want to stop masturbating, as it's a very integral part of my relationship, but I am starting to hate myself for betraying her again and again in the privacy of my mind and my apartment. She would be absolutely horrified if she knew how much of a problem I had with pornography. She loathes it at this point, realizing more and more how much harm it causes the world, and if she was to realize that I was still suffering from this so much, I'm not sure if she could forgive me for lying about it for over a year now.
I keep trying to solve this on my own. In July, I will be visiting her again, and in September she will be moving in with me. I want to be free of this vice and feel relaxed and unburdened by my sexuality. I don't want to be a slave to my sex drive anymore. I don't want to objectify women anymore. I don't want to need this level of stimulation from porn to feel satisfied.
I have made quite a bit of progress, getting away from the jailbait and beastiality entirely, but many of these problems are still with me and I am petrified to think that these are things that will follow me from adolescence into adulthood.
Thanks to everyone for reading this. It was long but it means a lot for me to be able to get it out here.

So, without going into great detail, me and this girl met online back in late-September (2014). We exchanged Snapchat information, and on that night, spoke for a little while via Snaps. Then, nothing, not until around December 3rd/4th (2014), where we snapped back and forth a few times, and then exchanged numbers, seeing as the Snapchat text messenger service isn't great.
From then, until now, so practically two months to the day, we've spoken all day, everyday. I'm talking anywhere from 50-100 snaps exchanged per person, as well as 100's of texts, per day.
Here's the "weird" part. We live in different countries, and she's 16 (a junior in high school), and I'm 19 (a sophomore in university). Our birthdays are both coming up in a few months, but mine is before hers, so there'll be about two weeks where I'm 20, and she's 16.
We've spoken about our "relationship", and she's told me that she loves me, and considers me her boyfriend, and the crazy thing is, I feel the same way. Again, I KNOW how crazy that sounds. I'm not stupid, and if a friend came and told me that after two months, he was in love with a girl who he'd never met, I'd really question it.
I first want to address the fact that obviously, seeing as this is a long distance thing, we've done nothing sexual, and kept everything clean. I'd NEVER ask her to send me anything NSFW, etc. Once, she bought up the fact that she wished I was with her so we could make-out (which I don't think would be illegal?), but I quickly changed the topic without even acknowledging what she said.
As for the age difference in general, I don't see it as being a problem. I live in the UK, where I have friends (19/20) who are dating girls who are 16/17, and it's considered normal as far as I'm concerned. Despite us being at different stages in education, etc, we have a LOT in common, and we can talk for hours with no issues. We like the same music, shows, find the same things funny, etc. Conversations are mature, so that aspect is no problem.
One thing which does worry me is the fact that her parents don't know. I asked if they'd be mad and want to kill me if they found out, and she simply said "I don't know."
Also, the other day, we were discussing the age difference, and she referred to herself as a "minor" and as "jailbait." I mean, technically both of these things are true, but it just makes me feel really weird, like I'm some guy in my 20's harassing teenage girls.
Please bare in mind that I've asked her dozens and dozens of times if she finds it weird or uncomfortable speaking to me, and she's assured me that it's fine.
So yeah, is this whole situation weird and crazy? Should I just try to move on from her, even though I don't want to?

I have to tell you all what went down last week.
I frequently go to my friend's house (let's call him Pugsley Neckbeard) with my best friend (Dolphin Master) and do typical friend shit. Play vidya, watch Netflix, eat pizza, talk about ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). The thing we don't like about coming over, is PN's brother and their roommate.
PN's brother (we will call Wednesday Neckbeard), is a fucking bandwagoner. I have seen some bandwagoning shit when I go to concerts (someone wore a Maroon 5 shirt to a Suicide Silence concert and wondered why he wasn't let into the mosh pit) but this guy, this guy takes the cake. This kid (WN) thought that Ferguson was a person.
PN and WN's roommate (who we will call Fatty) is a 200 something pound disgrace of a human. And what makes him more of a middle finger to society, is that he is a complete chick magnet. I don't know how he does it but here in Texas, we have the "Romeo and Juliet law" which allows someone to have a sexual relationship with an underage someone as long as there is no more than a two year difference and they have to have known each other. Fatty was in our grade level (seniors) and constantly flirted with the sophmore and juniors. And because so, he had loads of 16-17 year old side chicks when he graduated (but he wasn't a pedophile, just a creeper).
Because of this, every other day we went to PN's house, we would always hear (sometimes see shudders) Fatty getting freaky with his lady friend. He wasn't exactly a gentleman about it either. An average exchange would be something like, "you smell that, losers? That's the closest to pussy you're ever going to get".

yeah, well at least I can touch my toes, bitch

And worst of all, WN idolized this guy. He compared Fatty's one night stands to his brother's solid relationship and thought other wise.
Anyway, here's what happened.
I went to PN's house yesterday to play vidya to celebrate being done with half of my finals and to my luck, Dolphin Master was there too. We ordered pizza and we're about to eat it in the kitchen but like a fucking bloodhound, Fatty walks out of his room shirtless and grabs a slice of pizza.

Dolphin Master whispering to me: it's just a slice, don't worry about it.

Staring at Fatty with hatred, I realize something about his fingers. They're wet and look weird. His what I assume was girlfriend walks into the kitchen zipping up her pants, kisses and thanks fatty for the time, and grabs a slice herself. I put two and two together.

oh god, it's lady jizz

He "drops" his slice onto the rest of the pizza.

Fatty: "Oops", he said sarcastically.

He then proceeded to drag his fingers across the rest of the pizza, as if he was trying find it, before grabbing his own slice. He looked back at us and smiled.

Fatty: "Sorry about that, fellas. I had to make sure it was the right one. But you are all the picture of perfect health, so I did you all a favor chuckle chuckle."
Fatty's gf: "Don't worry, babe. I'll eat anything you eat wink

I almost lost it. Dolphin Master had put his arm across and me and told me not do what I was thinking.

Dolphin Master (whispering): "Dude, don't do it. We can get more food."
Me (whisper growling): "Why the fuck shouldn't I? This fat fuck thinks it's funny to jack my pizza? I'm about to jack his soul and sell it to Satan myself. Get off me!"

Fatty and Jailbait (she was 17 but she looked like she was 14) ended up only taking one slice and sitting half-naked and sweaty on the living room couch. I looked at the mangled, std-ridden pizza and held back the rage. I then remembered one of the real reasons I came here for.

Me: "Hey PN, did you still have those wire cutters? I need to change the strings on my guitar."
PN: "Yeah, I don't know why you don't just take it to guitar center (remember people, PN stands for "Pugsley Neckbeard) and have them do it? That's what I do for mine."
Me: "Uh, because I know how to do it myself?"

He shrugged and brought me the wire cutters while I got my guitar out of the car. I started changing the strings in the kitchen when Fatty walked up to me.

Fatty: "Why are you bringing another one of "those" into this house?"
Me: "I needed to change my strings and PN had wire cutters."
Fatty: "Pfft, so you're somewhat of a musician? scoffs Play a real instrument, like a saxophone. I play saxophone and I've done performances for hundreds!"
Me: "Last time I checked, a concert band's crowd was full of parents and family members. Not scouting agents looking for the next feature for a Jason Derulo album (no hate against him)."
Fatty: "HMPH Talk all of your shit. In the end, I'm husky and I still have more sex than you."
Me: "Last time I checked my friends weren't a bottle of Valium and a revol-"

I was interrupted by Jaibait's cat-call for Fatty.

Fatty: "Oh, look at that. I'm going to go do what you wish you could. Good luck with your...toy."

Fatty leaves and I almost have a stroke.

Me to PN: "Why do you let him live here? Why are you even his friend?"
PN: "Hey, he's been there for me and I've been there for him. He acts like a dick to strangers, but he's nice to his friends."
Dolphin Master: "A dick? Just a dick? I think he's 50 percent pizza, 50 percent dick. He is almost a walking dick."

PN ignores him and goes back upstairs to play vidya. I finish changing my strings and go back upstairs with Dolphin Master to play vidya.
Fast forward to that night.

PN to Dolphin Master and I: "Alright, guys. I have to go to my guitar lesson. You all need to leave."

Me and Dolphin Master: "Pssh, whevs."
We both are almost down the stairs when we hear PN scream "WHAT THE FUCK!?".
We both rushed back upstairs.

Me: "What happened?"
PN: "SOMEONE STOLE MY GUITAR PICKS! WAS IT YOU!?"
Me: "Why would I steal your picks? Your dumb ass uses heavies ON A CLASSICAL." (Translation: this guy plays halo with a rock band drum controller).

PN stares at the ceiling and mutters "Fatty".
We all ran down stairs and into Fatty's room; practically kicking his door down.

Fatty and Jailbait: "smooch smooch WHAT THE FUCK!? JESUS!"
PN: "What did you do with my picks, Fatty?"
Fatty: "Picks? Oh, you mean those infernal plastic chips that you use to sodomize your guitar every night? Yeah, they accidentally fell down the garbage disposal."

PN: "Why would you do that?"
Fatty: "Oh, I'm sorry. Why don't you play without a pick like the great guitarist you are."
PN lost it.
He punched Fatty in his fat face. Dolphin Master couldn't even have stopped him. PN then picked up Fatty's piggy bank thing and threw it at the wall. Quarters and nickels rained down across the room. PN picked up a few.

PN: "Did you know that you can use a coin as an emergency pick?"

He left Fatty crying on the floor and walked out. Dolphin Master followed behind. I was almost out the room when I stopped and turned around.

Me: "Don't kill the rock, bitch."

TL;DR: Hamplanet tries to kill the rock, the rock fights back.

I've been masturbating since maybe 4th grade (9 or 10 years old). I remember being very young, and touching myself until I started twitching uncontrollably, and it felt really good. I didn't fully understand what was happening - but I loved it. Soon after, I began to discover porn - my parents wouldn't really let me use the computer when I was young, except to write book reports for school. I wasn't too familiar with the internet at the time - but I discovered that if I typed in www..com, I could put a link on my Word document that led me to that site. So I tried every female body part, or sex related thing I could think of. I tried boob.com, sex.com, you name it. Somehow - since the internet was not as developed at this point, I didn't find anything I wanted.
Eventually, I told my friends immediately about my discoveries. They told me about a site they've heard about that has what I'm looking for. Feverishly, during the next book report, I typed in their link, and lo and behold, I was introduced to the wonderful world of porn.
I felt so ashamed that I only let myself briefly glance at the pictures. There were so many words and categories that I was unfamiliar with. I clicked on the coolest-looking one that I could find; 'Hard Core'. I remember blurring my eyes as I looked at the pictures because I didn't want to see too much. I then exited Internet Explorer, finished my book report, and cried. I'm not sure now why I was crying. I probably didn't know then either. Maybe it was because I felt bad for the women, and I thought I was invading their privacy. Maybe it's because I knew I lost some innocence. Maybe I had a premonition that the rest of my life would be enormously impacted by that one little session. But soon, I wanted more. Lactation, Lesbian, Anal, BBC, etc... - To a boy at that age, these links meant nothing to me - so I started exploring. I clicked on each one - always a little frightened at what I might see. But I soon found my niche - I fell in love with lesbian, and cunnilingus porn. For a year or two, one site, and the daily video or two they would post would satisfy any desire I had. As I went through middle school, and puberty started working it's magic - my desires began to increase. I started fantasizing about the girls in my school. I remember this first time I actually ejaculated - I thought it was pee (I avoided any male porn with dicks in them, it made me sick) - and I wondered if any girls were into that.
As my fantasies grew in extravagance - so too did my addiction. I was older now, and the Internet was as well. By the time I was a freshman in high school, there was an enormous selection of porn available - and I had gotten into normal, hardcore pornography. Even worse, I had my own computer now. I could fap whenever I wanted to, in the privacy of my room. And fap I did. Throughout highschool my desires expanded exponentially. By the end of highschool, I had seen every type of porn, and it was all very old to me. I started getting in to weird things too. I went out of my way to find things that were taboo - rape(not real), jailbait(I was <18 at the time, so it's not too weird), violent porn, fisting, and anything that made me feel guilty. I even tried gay,scat,bestiality, but I didn't even enjoy it while I was watching it. I only watched it because I knew it was so wrong (not that there's anything wrong with that), and that it was messing with my mind. I was turned on by the extent of my addiction.
And I was definitely aware that it was an addiction - I kept semi-trying to quit. Or rather, every time I would finish, I would say to myself "That was the last one". But it evidently was not. I also kept saying things like 'when I get a girlfriend, I can stop' or, 'Once this semester is over, I'll no longer be stressed out and I can stop'. Or, 'once school begins, I'll stop'. But I never did.
Then, I went to college. In my freshman year - this subreddit was made. I was one of the first people to lurk here - and that was the first time I made concentrated efforts to stop. I realized the extent of the damage I was doing to my body and mind. I realized that the reason for so many of my character flaws could by originated in this cancer of an addiction. In the next year, I had my longest streak of not fapping - nearly a month! It was refreshing and empowering. I felt a little bit more freed from my addictions, and I was disgusted by my previous behavior. But, old habits die hard. One relapse, and I was back to my old habits. I had forgotten about this sub. And continued on my journey into self destruction.
Here's where it gets worse. I'm going to be a Senior this coming Fall. In the past two years, the porn I've gotten in to is a lot worse. Desperate to get my fix, I moved on to weirder things. I started masturbating to dead people. Yes, pictures of dead women. Something about it was so disgustingly taboo, that my addiction desired it. My facination with bestiality grew as well - the idea of a woman and an animal was appalling enough to enjoy. I crawled around on 4Chan, sometimes partaking in the CP that was posted. I also started searching all over for distension porn - and I developed a very strong desire for this obscure fetish. Overall, I just became entrenched in horrible porn. But that's not the worst part. Soon, watching women being subjected to whatever carnal whim I had was not enough. I continued to become desensetised by the porn I was seeing, and wanted to move onto something that not only looked like it had an effect on the people, but had an effect on me.
I had always avoided for the most part, gay as well as trap, sissy, shemale, etc... porn. But I wanted to really destroy myself. I wanted to lose my own mind, by changing my sexuality. I started masturbating to porn like Massive Cocks, Cross Dressers, Shemale, Cuckold, Pegging, anything that conditioned me to either be submissive, or desire the male form. I discovered captions (Porn images with words written over them), and soon after found sissy captions, made to get the reader to become more and more interested in sex with a man. As my addictions grew, I started watching CEI vids. These are videos where a woman talks to you, and then requires that you eat your own ejaculate. I realize how ridiculous this sounds.. I loved the idea that I was psychologically reprogramming myself. I also of course at this point now have a smartphone, so every night I can easily open up the entire universe of porn on my phone. This sometimes keeps me up until 3:00 in the morning, because it now can take me forever to find 'the right clip'. My school and social life has been suffering because of the lack of sleep, motivation and energy.

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I just ended my Junior year, and I have a very nice 9 to 5 internship lined up this summer. I'm afraid that my addiction to pornography will keep me up late, as well as sap my motivation and energy - and my work will suffer because of it. I also really hate what I've done with my mind, conditioning myself to only be turned on by extreme porn, and porn that doesn't match my sexuality. I want to stop, but I'm deathly afraid I'll never be able to. I've managed to be fairly successful academically - as well as landing a really high-paying internship - and I feel like if I can accomplish the amount that I have while bogged down debilitating addiction - I can do astounding things if I overcome it.
I don't know what I hope to accomplish by posting this. I've lurked here a lot - I know all the tricks - I know the benefits of quiting - I know the damage I'm doing. I just needed to write it out for all to see, I guess. I've tried quitting a million times. At this point, I feel as if there's no hope.
EDIT: I just read through this. I feel disgusting. I am disgusting. I didn't even mention the incest that I've gotten into as well. Not just fake stuff - the realer the better. The reason I wrote this is because this morning was the first day of my summer break - I start work in about two weeks. I spend about three hours this morning fapping. What a waste of time - not to mention I finished on my face. Why the hell would anyone do that? It's disgusting and weird. I nearly threw up after. I hate what I make myself do. Also, I additionally spent maybe two hours last night fapping. My dick honestly hurts right now, because in the past 12 hours I've masturbated for maybe 5 of them. I need help. Reading this little report - it reminds me of something I'd read in a serial killers journal. Or Jeffery Dahmer's notebook. What the hell is wrong with me.
TL:DR: Please read the whole thing. You can hit back and not read it, I realize this is pretty long, I wont be offended in the least. But I hope at least somebody reads this. I really need to get it off my chest.

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EDIT: Just over 24 hours in, and the cravings are really immense - mostly because I'm home alone and bored. But fate is now shaking her cruel fist at me - an attractive female friend recently partook in a nude protest, and posted a selection of pictures on facebook.

Hi i am what you might like to call a "serious" "gamer" and PC games are my main source of emotional fulfilment and artistic expression in life. I am used to such games as Mass Effect, Dagron Age, and even more advanced games such as the sims and various Japanese dating simulators, the titles of which are unfortunately untranslatable into what you might call English, and as which in these games you are given the option of pleasuring any number of attractive human and otherwise females.
What I am here to ask is where is such dating prospects in this game? For example I did the entire Rheaha of Throlound questline expecting her to be the primary romantic entanglement of the game but when I rescrued her in the cave there was not even so much as a romantic dialogue option, not to mention a thankful BJ.
My hopes (and something else) began to raise again when i became aware of the "man eater mildred" enemy accessible in the swamp, but when this turned out to be literal i was SORELY dissappointed. I then tried getting off to Quealag and her jailbait sister but the boobs were simply insufficient, not to mention no matter how much humanity i give to the little bitch she keeps me in the friendzone i mean what the fuck.
I also tried a various variety of "secret" romance options on the titilatingly hidden female characters and bosses. When I tried to make an alpha move on Gwyndolen she dissappeared and it turned to night. Part of me thinks this was a tasteful way of showing the amount of time I spent inside of her, but i believe rather that the bitch just led me on and then dissappeared. I then tried to pursue her sister (brother?) in the darkmoon area, but she (he?) would not stop to talk to me for as long as I followed her. And believe me i spent over an hour running down that hallway trying to get to the pussy (or dick?)
the last attractive available female to me was the crossbread priscilla, so i did her insane secret quest with the painting and rescued her from the slimes and barfing dragon. Rather than hpwever being thankful, she told me to leave. I killed her and then left the painting. (and also wtf is this mario 64? peach never put out in that either so a connection maybe? Lore?)
I am currently on my 18th playthrough and my romantic attempts have reached a level of dsperation unseen since my junior high years. I have been trying to exchange fellatio for goods with the female undead merchant but she is unresposive and the bars stop me from getting closer.
Lately i have been forced to pleasure myself by repeatingly running against the alluring "vagina dragon", being picked up, chewed, and spat out. Not only does this dissappoint me as a ver sensitive multilingual man but also as a player, as this damages me and even with Smogu's armor and full vit build I occasionally still die and must reset. In some cases this happens before I can climax.
I am in a truly hard place here and i must really on the grossly incandescent help of the online dark souls community. As it stands I am simply crestfallen with unrealeased passion and i need to know how to acces romantic/sexual options. This game should be called Dark Souls: Prepare to Die (of Loneliness) edition.

I've been on this site on and off since 2011 and I've seen it grown in popularity and change in focus. It seems to me that a culmination of events is signaling the fall of the site.

1. Aggressive mods deleting posts and banning users to cover their own asses is becoming more common.
   
2. Celebrity and PR manipulation of AskReddit.
   
3. Hailcorporate EVERYWHERE.
   
4. Redditors are beginning witch hunts against innocent people.
   
5. Prominent mainstream publicity is causing the suppression of shady but fully legal subreddits (jailbait).
   
6. More and more high school and even junior-high oriented content on the major default subreddits.
   
7. Smaller subreddits devoted to intellectual discussion are becoming ideological circlejerks (economics).
   
8. Too much meta. SRS and circlejerk were the limit of the metaness a year ago, but the levels of meta these days with all the subreddit drama subreddits signals an unsustainable level of naval gazing.
   

I'm sure there are more examples--these are the ones that come to mind immediately.
I, for one, and spending less time here and going to other sites.
Now go ahead and downvote me to oblivion.

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Hey Duke redditors,
I'm a junior at Duke and have an opportunity for you to write about reddit for one of the new magazines on campus. I'm with the Encompass Magazine, which is published by the Kenan Institute. Don't know whether you've heard of us at all, but if you look really hard, you could spot some of our colorful issues in the Bryan center and all around campus, really. Here is the issuu link where you can flip through all the issues we've had so far http://issuu.com/encompassmag
Anyways, I'm an avid redditor and have been for months, but right now I'm using a throwaway account for obvious reasons - so that you wouldn't associate me with all the cat pictures I post :)
As I'm sure all of you know, reddit has a fascinating culture to it, and I was thinking that an article about it and similar online communities could be a great contribution to our Spring 2011 issue. I waste hours and hours on here every week, and I'm sure so do a lot of people, and it must have a big influence on people's lives beyond their laptop screens. In general, Encompass Magazine looks to promote an "interdisciplinary ethics dialogue" on campus, as we usually put it, and the article could be very open-ended. "Karma" and why some find it so valuable that they choose to lie in their posts to gain it, reddit philanthropy, like arranging a day at a toy store for a terminally ill little girl or supporting fellow redditors in financial trouble, people seeking careepersonal life advice on reddit, reddit secret santa (and how generous some of redditors have been), and at the same time the popularity of jailbait and gonewild - just a few things that one could talk about. Or the whole deal with the Stewart/Colbert rally, and how it was started among this liberal community.
If you guys are interested, PM me. If not, the next time you see an issue lying around, pick it up. We've got students, grad students, faculty, alumni writing for us and it speaks to all interests and occupations.