September 9, 2002 I Love Monosyllabic, War Mongering Simpletons From Texas

Dear Ken!, oh my god, i'so embarassed and so scared that i'm wondering if it's a good idea to tell you about my problem. but i really need your help!!! when i was 4 i was molested twice by two different people.both were females.i grew up with it, without knowing that it was wrong. but now that i think about it, it was wrong. so it was normal for me to have sex with other girls of my age, and at that itme i was 7 . i never was close to anyone in my family, and i didn't know and still don't know how to express my feelings. and people think that i'm proud but that'S not the case. i can't trust anybody. but something terrible happened 2 years. and i'm the one responsible for it!! i did the same thing that happened to me when i was 4 to my cousin who was 5. you can't imagine how depressed i am!! i tried to kill myself twice. i cry every night. i sure know one thing, i am a monster. but the thing is i don't cry for me, i'm crying for her. i don't want her to end up like me, she deserves a better life. she didn't deserve what i did to her. i'm so scared to tell my parents but i think i need to tell them. i really don't know what to do and right now i'm contemplating suicide once again. please help me!!! M (female)

Dear M, The fact that you feel compelled to seek help, my dear friend, speaks volumes about all that is good about you. If you were the monster you fear you are you wouldn't have reached out to me and you wouldn't feel so torn about what happened with your cousin. But that's just the beginning of the good news. You're not alone and your situation is by no means hopeless. Before going to your parents I would encourage you to seek assistance from a local sexual assault support service. You can find a local agency by visiting http://www.rainn.org. All you have to do is key in your zip code or choose a state and the system will give you a list of agencies who are there to help you. There is hope and it's just a call away. Ken!

Dear Ken!, Are you a stupid man trying to act smart? You sound like a man with a one track man and could it be you are obsessed or probably really in love with George Bush. That's all you seem to talk about. Get a real life and enjoy a pet Caique (parrot). It will keep you busy and not so obsessed on one man. You won't have time for it. Do it ASAP! A Caique will work wonders. BustyLustyJugs

Dear BustyLustyJugs, Now that you mention it, I think you're right: I love monosyllabic, war mongering simpletons from Texas. Oh, sure Justin Timberlake is all dreamy with those eyes and that head of pubic-like curly hair but Dubya's got something special. Take, for example, his sheer and utter disregard for the fact that he's making America look like a bigger bunch of arrogant, myopic bullies than ever before. And that sexy way he completely disregards the Bill of Rights achieve his own ends. I'm sure the framers of our Constitution meant that due process is only a right when it's convenient. Like when CEOs, CFOs and board of director cronies rob America (and the world) blind by lying about their company's finances. But what I like the most about Dubya is his uncanny ability to pilot the United States, like a jet plane full of fuel, straight into the fires of a holy war. I agree it's time for a regime change but I'm not talkin' about Saddam Hussein. (Although I wouldn't argue if he keeled over, too.) Ken! P.S. For the record I love birds. Especially Chicken Cordon Blue.

Dear Ken!, I don't know what to do with my life. I used to be a partier and into acting. It was all I knew to do: go clubbing and go to acting classes. My only dream was to be a star. I finally landed an agent and began auditioning. It was exciting at first. I felt so important wearing nice clothes and carrying headshots. But I soon noticed endlessly trying to land a role among hundreds of other people was a hopeless feeling. Dressing like a hooker wasting weekend nights at clubs felt just as empty. Then I met someone. I was shopping for a couch, he was my salesmen. In a short period of time we fell madly in love and got married. I quit acting. It was such a selfish business, I found sharing my life with my new husband so much more internally fullfilling. But now I'm left not knowing what to do with myself, career wise. I've known nothing else but films, celebrites, and nightlife. I want to be a normal woman with successful career. But doing what? I feel so lost, I don't know where to start. Please help. New Beginnings

Dear New Beginnings, The other day I read about folks and their fear of flying since last September 11th. One person admitted that her fear only lasted as long as it took to get off the ground and once she was in the air she was too occupied by the beauty of the earth below her to be frightened. That's how I overcame my fear of flying. While crossing the continent I spent an hour by the window watching a whole different world pass beneath. A big picture world. An overview. A 3D map world rendered in hues not possible on paper. I grew to appreciate what air flight could do for me. But once I was back on the ground it really struck me that the world around us is full of fascination and beauty up close just as it is far away. In fact it's those up close details that make the bigger picture so much more fantastic. I understood that while sometimes seeing the big picture is good, it's the tiny details that make up the big picture. Forget the big stuff and seek joy and fulfillment in the little things. When you find those little things the bigger picture will become far clearer. Ken!

Dear Ken!, since I am currently living in Germany and good, "independent" advice on English books is scarce here, would you mind to ask your other readers what their favorite novel(s) is/are? (My last really good reads were: "To kill a mockingbird" by Harper Lee and "Room at the top" by John Braine, both very authentic as to the authors feelings.) the German bookworm

Dear German Bookworm, Here at Ask Ken! Industries Unlimited, Ltd., we have undergone an exhaustive survey of American literature. Our conclusion: the best American literature often includes whores. John Steinbeck's East of Eden? Whores. Jack Kerouac's On The Road? Whores. Tom Robbin's Skinny Legs And All? A can of beans, a painted stick and a sock. Okay, it's not all whores but there's a whole lot of whorin' going on it American literature. Ken!

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