Bill



Ten of us from Charley Company charging
the outer left flank,
Shells dropping all around, bullets piercing past my ears,
Then everything went blank.
Bits and pieces flashing back into slow motion actions,
one of my friends lying dead,
eyes opened, staring at me, silents and flashes of light.
Waking now in a bed.
Asking where I was, and where's my platoon. I couldn't feel my legs.
A nurse came-up and held my hand.
'Your in a hospital', my names Debbie. 'You have serious injuries'.
Ripping back the sheets, trying to stand.
She pulled me back down to the bed, saying, I needed to calm down.
There's no easy way to tell you.
Tell me what? I yelled back, your legs had to be amputated.
Screaming, reaching for my legs, NO, NO it's not true.
It was all true, both my legs and deeper damages that changed me.
That was thirty five years ago.
Now I'm on here. Living out my un-real life, standing with real legs
Because on here, its all a show.
You see, here I can be the way I was, And pretend to be a whole man.
No-one will ever know.
Old pictures of me, and words making me seem so much more.
No, this still doesn't make me right.
But the half of me I lost, and all the pain in my life I have felt.
Was because of me serving to fight.
Its just me living out a dream, so if you ever do find out my truth.
Please, just try to see, on here I shine so bright.









Mary.



I am here in hiding, no-one knows but me,
see I am not really who I said I am,
for fear he might find me.
My husband was the best man any woman could have found,
but then he had this accident that turned his mind around.
He started beating on me, hurting me, breaking me.
Weeks in hospitals, he was protected through mental unawareness.
So I finally broke away, still scared, still feeling no forgiveness.
The government changed my name, so I came on here, as a game.
A place to live a normal life where men can't hurt me.
Romancing them, using them because the real me they will never see.








Judy




I was born with a spinal condition,
that has me paralyzed from the chest down,
I can move only my arms and head around.
All my life I've rolled in a chair on wheels,
Trust me, this is not a life of any thrills.
I came here hoping to meet a man who could love me for me.
Don't pity me, or feel sorry for me, I am what GOD wanted me to be.
I just like to feel a mans desires,his emails, his voice on a phone.
Sweet things of all he thinks of me, Its better than living alone.
So I don't say I am this way, And feel like a woman everyday.
Its not really all in play, as I will tell the truth, one day.
To the man who can love me for me, when we both can really see.




David



I was in a fire when I was 17, half my face is scared,and disfigured
So on here I can be a hunk, all through the me I have pictured.
Girls who would only point and laugh at me in behind my back.
On here they think I'm hot, sending me nude pictures of their rack.
I get to have them talk dirty to me on the phone,
Where in-person, the girls always left me alone.
This place here is really cool, hell I own an in-ground pool.
Ladies wanting me around the clock, this is the place where I rock.










Though many stories fill these pages, for every ONE, there are five more to tell...
I preach the truth and for us all to be real.
But you see my friends, some like these, are just trying to heal.
MAY YOU ALL SLEEP WELL TONIGHT AND FEEL BLESSED.
I FEEL YOUR ALL SOME OF THIS SITE'S VERY "BEST"!!!

FOR ONE I WOULD NEVER LAUGH AT YOU ONLY"WITH YOU"

on here I can be 'manO'....and not ...me.......

Thanks Cy,,,,and many here do have some reasons to not to be them,wink..But hey, life is WORTH understanding..
Thanks for reading...

WELL,,if THATS a good thing to YOU,,then THATS A GOOD THING TO BE!!!
Thanks for taking the time to read and reply..

On here,,,I AM ME,,,,wink,and THAT works for me,,

Thank YOU and that SME goes for me as to YOU,,,
Thank You for reading,,,and your words are very sweet..