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Psychologically wound tight as a winch

by matthew-scott-harris2p

Hester Prynne silently bore punishment decreed courtesy strict Puritan magistrates and town fathers of Boston that Hester Prynne must wear the scarlet letter "A" prominently displayed on the breast of her gown, specifically over her heart for adultery and begetting a child out of wedlock in 17th-century Puritan Massachusetts setting, decreed she must be required to wear symbol of shame on her clothing, upon her bosom and psyche did said capital offense pinch which she famously embroidered with gold thread, yet methinks the father of the child got off scott free, and maybe twas perhaps upon his domination and aggressive insistence similar to the forced non consensual intercourse that begat nine months later, our second of two daughters, cuz yours truly started to pout like the grinch if sexual overtures snubbed by spouse and doth automatically flinch, not only aversion and animus toward self for being so pushy and squishy with willy, nevertheless when the wife musses with my longish and wavy hair, when she playfully doth cinch into a ponytail these silvered brown shy locks (streaked with gray), which habitual retraction away from hand(s) of spouse, when she doth fiddle and jig with me hair, (finding me fretfully bowed over), or if spouse lightly drums atop me noggin (giving me a knick knack paddywhack..) which harmless antics analogous to a hair trigger harkens back to mine earlier days of yore rather foremost behavioral trait throughout mein kampf when I vividly remember, father of mine ofttimes made spontaneous but futile attempts to reach out and touch yours truly, not in any threatening manner, but merely to express non verbal affection for his singular son, who lapsed into boyhood interrupted on the cusp of adolescence, and in fact off told and recounted by either parent, clear as that Tuesday January thirteenth nineteen hundred and fifty nine day he got born free and clear when their second of three progeny and only male offspring (scores of decades ago) that nobody but mommy could mollycoddle me whereat yours suckled at the breast particularly during my infancy.
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66 / M / schwenksville, penna
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Jan 2
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