Every single female or gay dude now has been assaulted.
It is like the “returned memories” of the 90s.
They are all Hollywierd lidtards.
Let them eat each others
Popcorn optional.
Forty some years ago, I was driving my hippie van on a one way street in town and stopped for red light. I just happened to look at car to my left, and saw a lone man in driver’s seat looking up at me. As soon as he saw that I was looking at him, he immediately leaned back and started masturbating. He kept looking at me as if to make sure I was watching him.
I am telling this story because of my reaction: I was petrified. My heart started beating and hands shaking. I was surprised at myself. I let him pass on and wrote down his license number in case he ever came after me.
It is amazing how scary it can be. I was protected by being in my van, yet I felt afraid. I have never felt such fear. How do you explain that?