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Homosexual Adoption

Its not really a poem...but a issue i wanted to write and talk about so...ya'll let me know what you think. Grammer and other spellings might be a little off....

Imagine if you can, yourself sitting there waiting in a foster home waiting for someone to adopt you… You’ve hoped and dreamed of getting out of that place all your life.   The one chance you get, he or she turns out to be homosexual, and so your dreams are shattered of having the life you’ve always wanted.
Who says that homosexuals can’t raise children to be the best they can be.  Most people have the same in the home, specially in the State of Texas, in that I mean, there is either a father raising their kid(s) by himself, and a mother raising her kid(s) by herself. Many studies have proven that,studies done do to demonstrate that children raised in a homosexual home are no more likely to be homosexual than a child raised in a heterosexual home. “ –by Andy
A child turning homosexual has no barring on if their parent is or is not in the same sex process/relationship, it has to do with the emotional development of each child, in and outside of the home.  Comments from kids, who are bisexual, lesbians, and gay all said the same thing “It had nothing to do with my parents, matter fact they are straight, and would probably flip if they knew I was a “homosexual” a friend of mines told me about her conditions of being adopted, and how her mother turned out to be a bisexual. "My mom's my best friend, and her girlfriend and I go shopping as if she’s my age....its so much fun to hang around them. I get the knowledge of being around homosexuals, besides how they act in a group of straight friends, and around people who are gay and lesbians, and even bi.” Many people don’t find a problem with it. Rosie O’Donnell has children who are adopted but it was before she announced herself as being a Lesbian, and once she did she had many problems with try to adopt more children after that. She has the capital and the will and the determination to raise such amount of children, why keep a child away from her? The better off the parent and his or her personality the parent(s)/guardian(s) has of getting that child.  Trying to stop one person while granting the right to another person is unfair and unconstitutional. Each person has the right to, Life Liberty and Pursuit of Happiness, and if that means adopting a child then so be it, whether or not they be homosexual, or heterosexual.  They still have the right to have a child. You wouldn’t say this person holds these amendments, while these few or so hold these. Its immoral, and again unconstitutional  

How to Die part 1

everyone seems to walk away in pairs
hands on my head i pull at my hair

i'm so good at pretending i'm high
only one girl noticed me cry

      First you must know how fucked you really are
      Second you must not have any friends
      Third you must realize how fake the "compassionate" are
      Fourth you must shut your heart closed cos
             there is hope in love

i don't feel like pretending to be happy anymore
cos i know i am the guy no girl is for

a necktie never felt so good...

Left Untouched

Not talking is tearing me apart
your friendship held such a special part of my heart
Everything was going alright
that was until the other night
Maybe it never should have be spoken of
Just left in the dark as a hidden love
Being more than friends could make this end
A helping hand you will not lend
Your feelings are so unclear to me
Others have said but i will let it be
All i want is to hear it from you
Set me straight and tell me true

How to Die part 1

everyone seems to walk away in pairs
hands on my head i pull at my hair

i'm so good at pretending i'm high
only one girl noticed me cry

      First you must know how fucked you really are
      Second you must not have any friends
      Third you must realize how fake the "compassionate" are
      Fourth you must shut your heart closed cos
             there is hope in love

i don't feel like pretending to be happy anymore
cos i know i am the guy no girl is for

a necktie never felt so good...

Trash-worthy Social Media

3. #SELFMADE

Truth: The selfmade man will never be made. Appreciate the people in your life - friends and enemies alike. They all matter in the grand scheme of things.

You can't do life alone. Don't set yourself up.

Hygge in the summer?

Yes, please! 

Hygge isn't just limited to winter. Hygge, is a permanent concept. 

Ideas to practice hygge during summer:

- have a picnic; 

- host an outdoor dinner party under the stars;

- treat yourself to a hammock;

- find a sunny spot and read; 

- make your own jam;

- enjoy brunch with friends. 

Fading

a few unwanted words
meant more then pain itself
we were falling all together
thought talking might help
i guess i was wrong
it only made it worst
the tears finally came
and we both just burst
a couple days that were unbearable
thought - how could i go on
those few hours we hadn't spoke
seemed like way to long
just when i thought we were over
that we'd finally reached the end
we both thought it over
and we still were best of friends
you promised no more fading
i promised to put you as one
but as a week or two went past
the hiding from each other again begun
you don't tell me anything
all i ever hear are those three words
as though everything will be okay
as long as they are heard
i don't tell you either
fear it won't be kept safe
that something else will begin
and all the love will turn to hate
i want to know whats wrong
just tell me and prove yourself true
and i promise if there's anything i need
i will always turn to you
no more hiding anything
no more creating pain
always there for each other
to keep each other sane
always will i love you
i never want to see you fade
just as long as you promise
never to throw what we have away
not over some guy
or something you think is love
because together thats what we have
thats what our friendships' of
you were the one who was there before
the greatest friend in the world
i love you always and forever

always ~ your baby girl

~*)()(baby girl)()(*~

Fading

a few unwanted words
meant more then pain itself
we were falling all together
thought talking might help
i guess i was wrong
it only made it worst
the tears finally came
and we both just burst
a couple days that were unbearable
thought - how could i go on
those few hours we hadn't spoke
seemed like way to long
just when i thought we were over
that we'd finally reached the end
we both thought it over
and we still were best of friends
you promised no more fading
i promised to put you as one
but as a week or two went past
the hiding from each other again begun
you don't tell me anything
all i ever hear are those three words
as though everything will be okay
as long as they are heard
i don't tell you either
fear it won't be kept safe
that something else will begin
and all the love will turn to hate
i want to know whats wrong
just tell me and prove yourself true
and i promise if there's anything i need
i will always turn to you
no more hiding anything
no more creating pain
always there for each other
to keep each other sane
always will i love you
i never want to see you fade
just as long as you promise
never to throw what we have away
not over some guy
or something you think is love
because together thats what we have
thats what our friendships' of
you were the one who was there before
the greatest friend in the world
i love you always and forever

always ~ your baby girl

~*)()(baby girl)()(*~

Fading

a few unwanted words
meant more then pain itself
we were falling all together
thought talking might help
i guess i was wrong
it only made it worst
the tears finally came
and we both just burst
a couple days that were unbearable
thought - how could i go on
those few hours we hadn't spoke
seemed like way to long
just when i thought we were over
that we'd finally reached the end
we both thought it over
and we still were best of friends
you promised no more fading
i promised to put you as one
but as a week or two went past
the hiding from each other again begun
you don't tell me anything
all i ever hear are those three words
as though everything will be okay
as long as they are heard
i don't tell you either
fear it won't be kept safe
that something else will begin
and all the love will turn to hate
i want to know whats wrong
just tell me and prove yourself true
and i promise if there's anything i need
i will always turn to you
no more hiding anything
no more creating pain
always there for each other
to keep each other sane
always will i love you
i never want to see you fade
just as long as you promise
never to throw what we have away
not over some guy
or something you think is love
because together thats what we have
thats what our friendships' of
you were the one who was there before
the greatest friend in the world
i love you always and forever

always ~ your baby girl

~*)()(baby girl)()(*~

Trash-worthy Social Media

3. #SELFMADE

Truth: The selfmade man will never be made. Appreciate the people in your life - friends and enemies alike. They all matter in the grand scheme of things.

You can't do life alone. Don't set yourself up.

Main do's and don't's

Do's

• Ensure the online community is awar of all the official community outlets.
• Have clear general rules and a single narrative for public information
• Be friendly.
• Be available to ensure each online moderator's needs are met.
• Be verbal, not responsive. Even experienced members deserve elaborate answers.
• Be personal, keep a clean chatroom, and always ask members to send you a private message in order to elaborate more directly

Don't's

• Do not treat different members unevenly
• Do not overreact
• Do not over-interact
• Be aware of new members

The first picnic

The first picnic appeared in Les Charmans effects des barricades (1649), a burlesque satire on the perceived hypocrisy of the Fronde.

The main character, ‘Pique-Nique,’ is a glutton just like his friends, which stands in contrast to the food shortages caused by the rebellion. His name probably referred to an excessively large meal, enjoyed at other people's expense.

Fading

a few unwanted words
meant more then pain itself
we were falling all together
thought talking might help
i guess i was wrong
it only made it worst
the tears finally came
and we both just burst
a couple days that were unbearable
thought - how could i go on
those few hours we hadn't spoke
seemed like way to long
just when i thought we were over
that we'd finally reached the end
we both thought it over
and we still were best of friends
you promised no more fading
i promised to put you as one
but as a week or two went past
the hiding from each other again begun
you don't tell me anything
all i ever hear are those three words
as though everything will be okay
as long as they are heard
i don't tell you either
fear it won't be kept safe
that something else will begin
and all the love will turn to hate
i want to know whats wrong
just tell me and prove yourself true
and i promise if there's anything i need
i will always turn to you
no more hiding anything
no more creating pain
always there for each other
to keep each other sane
always will i love you
i never want to see you fade
just as long as you promise
never to throw what we have away
not over some guy
or something you think is love
because together thats what we have
thats what our friendships' of
you were the one who was there before
the greatest friend in the world
i love you always and forever

always ~ your baby girl

~*)()(baby girl)()(*~

Bullshit and Black

I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.

I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.

I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.

I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.

I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.

I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.

They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.

I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.

I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.

I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.

Parting Ways (The Day The Music Died)

The last note still ringing in his ears, the night’s events still swirling around in his head, he walks out of the door into the warm evening air.  The entire atmosphere is one of joyous sadness.  Emotions course through the air, giving it some sort of charge.  The next morning shall be the last exchange of the drink of the fruit of passion, and yet the solemn first for him.  Later tomorrow he knows, they all know, that they must part ways.  They must all leave their oasis of comfort and security to dive again into the vast sea of reality, of conformity.  Yet still they cherish it, hold on to it.  Even in the last moments of such a magical night, they open their minds, their hearts, open their souls to each other and learn to love that which is there in what others have exposed.  The chants of “…MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE” truly resound in not only everyone’s thoughts but in their utmost desires.  

Late that night, lying in that same old bed for the last time, gazing up at the concrete ceiling.  Finally, his thoughts allowed to sit and slowly filter out.  Shock, insubordinate yet knowingly unjust anger.  A few muttered words from the other side of the room, a brief agreement of opinions. Then silence.  The hazy recollection of events over the past three weeks, the bittersweet insanity which so marked each and every day.  The mistakes made, the friendships formed, the battles lost and won.  And as all of this starts to settle down into a gentle murmur, he drifts off into sleep.

The next morning, torn from the warm embrace of his frail sheets, down to the circle, sips from the glass, toasts to a fallen comrade.  Soon enough the group all progressed to go through their daily routines one final time.  They returned to what they knew was the inevitable.

They were there, it was time to be rounded up and brought back to their respective lives.  Tears were shed, last goodbyes, every single one of them joined as one united being, as one entity separate from their single selves.  Each and every one of them will never leave the spot they were when they knew it was time they had to leave.  Those who knew they could never return let fall the rains of their misery.  Their true love for something so intangible yet so true and so real ripped apart their true selves and lovingly joined their true selves back together in an instant.

But, as inevitabilities go, by midday it was empty and silent.  Once could almost feel on the air all that had occurred there so few hours ago.  That evening, He finally lay in bed before sleep.  All were dispersed from that place they cherished so dear, back in the true world but thinking of naught but what they had left behind.

And all at once, without warning, from places near and far came the sound of 300 voices:  “This will be the day that I die…”

Fading

a few unwanted words
meant more then pain itself
we were falling all together
thought talking might help
i guess i was wrong
it only made it worst
the tears finally came
and we both just burst
a couple days that were unbearable
thought - how could i go on
those few hours we hadn't spoke
seemed like way to long
just when i thought we were over
that we'd finally reached the end
we both thought it over
and we still were best of friends
you promised no more fading
i promised to put you as one
but as a week or two went past
the hiding from each other again begun
you don't tell me anything
all i ever hear are those three words
as though everything will be okay
as long as they are heard
i don't tell you either
fear it won't be kept safe
that something else will begin
and all the love will turn to hate
i want to know whats wrong
just tell me and prove yourself true
and i promise if there's anything i need
i will always turn to you
no more hiding anything
no more creating pain
always there for each other
to keep each other sane
always will i love you
i never want to see you fade
just as long as you promise
never to throw what we have away
not over some guy
or something you think is love
because together thats what we have
thats what our friendships' of
you were the one who was there before
the greatest friend in the world
i love you always and forever

always ~ your baby girl

~*)()(baby girl)()(*~

Star Wuerdemann says...

• I looked at my own bookshelves.
• I asked librarians after telling them about my book.
• I asked other writers, especialy writer friends
• Goodreads and Amazon
• I researched the last three years of “best of” lists.
• I researched debut books of the last three years in my genre.
• I checked out a ton of books
• I considered what books I would expect my readers to be reaching for and thought about why—then applied this to my search.
• Websites for my search next time: https://www.bookbrowse.com... target="_self">BookBrowse and https://www.literature-map... target="_self">Literature-Map.

Pressed

Were you thinking of me today
Am i ever what your thinking to say
Do you ever wonder about where i go
Ever wish you were there with me though?
I wonder where you are right now
Am i all alone somehow
No trust in myself
Not looking for help
Just wondering about all the things that were said
Did you mean what you said in my bed
Sorry for putting you there
All i wanted to do was care
Now you are lost and ive gone missing
Was it in my mind you and i were kissing
What have i done did i do it again
Did i fuck it all up to lose another friend
Now can i stop trying
Cause in this house im dying
They give me shit day in day out
All they ever fucking do is shout
Im trying to forgive myself for what ive done
These bruises and cuts have just begun
They settled me down pressed the pain within
Pressed in so deep it broke through the skin
Oh how it burns blood mixed with tears
Of all the pain i held through the years
Im cold weak and lonely
Im not waiting for you to start actin phony
Here we go i take my last breath
Wonder what theyll say now that i left...

Bullshit and Black

I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.

I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.

I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.

I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.

I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.

I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.

They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.

I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.

I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.

I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.

Parting Ways (The Day The Music Died)

The last note still ringing in his ears, the night’s events still swirling around in his head, he walks out of the door into the warm evening air.  The entire atmosphere is one of joyous sadness.  Emotions course through the air, giving it some sort of charge.  The next morning shall be the last exchange of the drink of the fruit of passion, and yet the solemn first for him.  Later tomorrow he knows, they all know, that they must part ways.  They must all leave their oasis of comfort and security to dive again into the vast sea of reality, of conformity.  Yet still they cherish it, hold on to it.  Even in the last moments of such a magical night, they open their minds, their hearts, open their souls to each other and learn to love that which is there in what others have exposed.  The chants of “…MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE” truly resound in not only everyone’s thoughts but in their utmost desires.  

Late that night, lying in that same old bed for the last time, gazing up at the concrete ceiling.  Finally, his thoughts allowed to sit and slowly filter out.  Shock, insubordinate yet knowingly unjust anger.  A few muttered words from the other side of the room, a brief agreement of opinions. Then silence.  The hazy recollection of events over the past three weeks, the bittersweet insanity which so marked each and every day.  The mistakes made, the friendships formed, the battles lost and won.  And as all of this starts to settle down into a gentle murmur, he drifts off into sleep.

The next morning, torn from the warm embrace of his frail sheets, down to the circle, sips from the glass, toasts to a fallen comrade.  Soon enough the group all progressed to go through their daily routines one final time.  They returned to what they knew was the inevitable.

They were there, it was time to be rounded up and brought back to their respective lives.  Tears were shed, last goodbyes, every single one of them joined as one united being, as one entity separate from their single selves.  Each and every one of them will never leave the spot they were when they knew it was time they had to leave.  Those who knew they could never return let fall the rains of their misery.  Their true love for something so intangible yet so true and so real ripped apart their true selves and lovingly joined their true selves back together in an instant.

But, as inevitabilities go, by midday it was empty and silent.  Once could almost feel on the air all that had occurred there so few hours ago.  That evening, He finally lay in bed before sleep.  All were dispersed from that place they cherished so dear, back in the true world but thinking of naught but what they had left behind.

And all at once, without warning, from places near and far came the sound of 300 voices:  “This will be the day that I die…”

Parting Ways (The Day The Music Died)

The last note still ringing in his ears, the night’s events still swirling around in his head, he walks out of the door into the warm evening air.  The entire atmosphere is one of joyous sadness.  Emotions course through the air, giving it some sort of charge.  The next morning shall be the last exchange of the drink of the fruit of passion, and yet the solemn first for him.  Later tomorrow he knows, they all know, that they must part ways.  They must all leave their oasis of comfort and security to dive again into the vast sea of reality, of conformity.  Yet still they cherish it, hold on to it.  Even in the last moments of such a magical night, they open their minds, their hearts, open their souls to each other and learn to love that which is there in what others have exposed.  The chants of “…MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE” truly resound in not only everyone’s thoughts but in their utmost desires.  

Late that night, lying in that same old bed for the last time, gazing up at the concrete ceiling.  Finally, his thoughts allowed to sit and slowly filter out.  Shock, insubordinate yet knowingly unjust anger.  A few muttered words from the other side of the room, a brief agreement of opinions. Then silence.  The hazy recollection of events over the past three weeks, the bittersweet insanity which so marked each and every day.  The mistakes made, the friendships formed, the battles lost and won.  And as all of this starts to settle down into a gentle murmur, he drifts off into sleep.

The next morning, torn from the warm embrace of his frail sheets, down to the circle, sips from the glass, toasts to a fallen comrade.  Soon enough the group all progressed to go through their daily routines one final time.  They returned to what they knew was the inevitable.

They were there, it was time to be rounded up and brought back to their respective lives.  Tears were shed, last goodbyes, every single one of them joined as one united being, as one entity separate from their single selves.  Each and every one of them will never leave the spot they were when they knew it was time they had to leave.  Those who knew they could never return let fall the rains of their misery.  Their true love for something so intangible yet so true and so real ripped apart their true selves and lovingly joined their true selves back together in an instant.

But, as inevitabilities go, by midday it was empty and silent.  Once could almost feel on the air all that had occurred there so few hours ago.  That evening, He finally lay in bed before sleep.  All were dispersed from that place they cherished so dear, back in the true world but thinking of naught but what they had left behind.

And all at once, without warning, from places near and far came the sound of 300 voices:  “This will be the day that I die…”

Left Untouched

Not talking is tearing me apart
your friendship held such a special part of my heart
Everything was going alright
that was until the other night
Maybe it never should have be spoken of
Just left in the dark as a hidden love
Being more than friends could make this end
A helping hand you will not lend
Your feelings are so unclear to me
Others have said but i will let it be
All i want is to hear it from you
Set me straight and tell me true

The danger of the Internet and social media

Social media exposes younger users to content that is worse than on TV. The Internet and social media have an overabundance of information that is not child friendly, such as adult content or breaking news.

Research found that although 95% of parents talked to their children about social media safety,

• almost 50% did not discuss topics like bot recognition, privacy, fake accounts and the differences between real and online life.
• 52% of parents did not speak to their children about issues like cyberbullying. 
• 20% of parents caught their child posting to a fake Instagram (finsta) account.

The Definition Of An Adult

Do you “feel” like your age? Our culture, families, and friends help us create an idea of what “being 25” or “being 40” or “being 60” should look like, but the truth is, there is no one way to define what a person should have accomplished by a given age. Still, you might feel uncomfortable if your perception of yourself doesn’t align with your idea of what being an adult of a certain age should look like—but there are steps you can take to help manage those expectations and focus on your reality.

Have a thoughtful About Us section

Is your business Black or LGBTQ+ owned in an industry that largely isn’t diverse? Is being eco-friendly a big part of your mission? Are you at the cutting edge of your industry? Do you have a particularly unique or interesting expertise? Do you give back to the community?

This is the place to tell your story — a story that a reporter or producer can turn around and pitch to their leadership as a reason why YOU will be interesting to their audience.

Bullshit and Black

I'm about to give up on people.
Them and all their bullshit.

I want to crawl back in my hole.
Where the solitude is peaceful.

I'd be better off without them.
They wouldn't be able to hurt me.

I want a darkness to surround me.
I'll soak up all it's wonders.

I don't exist to them.
I'm just a figment of their imaginations.

I exist only in my head.
Only here I am safe.

They constantly ignore me.
Though I try to be their friend.

I want the darkness to take me.
Here, I can't be hurt.

I want to give up on people.
All the heartache they cause.

I want to live in my mind.
Alone, dark, and safe is all I want.

Homosexual Adoption

Its not really a poem...but a issue i wanted to write and talk about so...ya'll let me know what you think. Grammer and other spellings might be a little off....

Imagine if you can, yourself sitting there waiting in a foster home waiting for someone to adopt you… You’ve hoped and dreamed of getting out of that place all your life.   The one chance you get, he or she turns out to be homosexual, and so your dreams are shattered of having the life you’ve always wanted.
Who says that homosexuals can’t raise children to be the best they can be.  Most people have the same in the home, specially in the State of Texas, in that I mean, there is either a father raising their kid(s) by himself, and a mother raising her kid(s) by herself. Many studies have proven that,studies done do to demonstrate that children raised in a homosexual home are no more likely to be homosexual than a child raised in a heterosexual home. “ –by Andy
A child turning homosexual has no barring on if their parent is or is not in the same sex process/relationship, it has to do with the emotional development of each child, in and outside of the home.  Comments from kids, who are bisexual, lesbians, and gay all said the same thing “It had nothing to do with my parents, matter fact they are straight, and would probably flip if they knew I was a “homosexual” a friend of mines told me about her conditions of being adopted, and how her mother turned out to be a bisexual. "My mom's my best friend, and her girlfriend and I go shopping as if she’s my age....its so much fun to hang around them. I get the knowledge of being around homosexuals, besides how they act in a group of straight friends, and around people who are gay and lesbians, and even bi.” Many people don’t find a problem with it. Rosie O’Donnell has children who are adopted but it was before she announced herself as being a Lesbian, and once she did she had many problems with try to adopt more children after that. She has the capital and the will and the determination to raise such amount of children, why keep a child away from her? The better off the parent and his or her personality the parent(s)/guardian(s) has of getting that child.  Trying to stop one person while granting the right to another person is unfair and unconstitutional. Each person has the right to, Life Liberty and Pursuit of Happiness, and if that means adopting a child then so be it, whether or not they be homosexual, or heterosexual.  They still have the right to have a child. You wouldn’t say this person holds these amendments, while these few or so hold these. Its immoral, and again unconstitutional  

Fading

a few unwanted words
meant more then pain itself
we were falling all together
thought talking might help
i guess i was wrong
it only made it worst
the tears finally came
and we both just burst
a couple days that were unbearable
thought - how could i go on
those few hours we hadn't spoke
seemed like way to long
just when i thought we were over
that we'd finally reached the end
we both thought it over
and we still were best of friends
you promised no more fading
i promised to put you as one
but as a week or two went past
the hiding from each other again begun
you don't tell me anything
all i ever hear are those three words
as though everything will be okay
as long as they are heard
i don't tell you either
fear it won't be kept safe
that something else will begin
and all the love will turn to hate
i want to know whats wrong
just tell me and prove yourself true
and i promise if there's anything i need
i will always turn to you
no more hiding anything
no more creating pain
always there for each other
to keep each other sane
always will i love you
i never want to see you fade
just as long as you promise
never to throw what we have away
not over some guy
or something you think is love
because together thats what we have
thats what our friendships' of
you were the one who was there before
the greatest friend in the world
i love you always and forever

always ~ your baby girl

~*)()(baby girl)()(*~

Human condition

Does our genetic code leave us predisposed to believe in a God or Higher Power?

Is Fear of Consequence enough to keep us from making the "right" choice?

Is fear of losing a lover or best friend or both, more of a driving force in making a decision that will allow you the best chance of keeping that person with you?

What causes defiance in an individual? Is it fear of the outcome if they "follow along"?

Is it a fear of the idea that if you've been roped in once it makes it easier next time ?

Can individuals have an actual physical/mental inability to being forced or coersed into conformity?

“Put Your Soul on Your Hand and Walk” is an extraordinary film that captures the friendship between an Iranian filmmaker and a Gaza City resident who never actually meet, writes our critic. https://t.co/s7NI2qScU8