Soccer:

So, when I was in school and I was about 6 or 7 years old, the girls played on the playground, but the boys played soccer.

BunBun wasn't always accepted by the girls. I was odd. I wanted to play with the boys. I was intellectual and smart and I wanted to know what was so great about kicking a ball around. So, I pushed my way into the soccer match.

Well, it was difficult. I didn't know the rules real well and if I did something wrong, I would see jeering faces of the boys around me with that look in their eyes that said, I hate you, you are so stupid. I stuck with it. I couldn't remember which direction our goal was in because we were spinning around and around on the field. I had no experience with sports.

It was very hard for me. Danny Cunningham, who was the cutest boy in the class, but also a world class asshole, decided he would start being mean to me. I was taking so much abuse from the boys.

I left the soccer field. I didn't go back again. I went off and was playing by myself. I had my imaginary adult male friends to help me lick my wounds. It was always so brutal with the boys, but it could be brutal with the girls also. I loved my imaginary friends. They were my best friends and they always knew what happened to me and they saw it through my eyes and they really cared. They were there to support me. You couldn't get that support from real adult men. I invented it. Of course, it turned sexual as I got older, but I tried to show my Vikings how to be good Christian girls from the middle of America. I tried to show these men what life was like for the women and the girls. I thought they would care enough to stay with me.

When I was 13 or so, my mother was doing a Bible School. The fools put me in charge of games and entertainment, which is retarded beyond all rational belief. I wanted to teach little children, but that was my mom's gig and she wouldn't help me become a teacher. She didn't want me to grow up and thought that if she just ignored the fact that I was growing up, that it might not happen. It happened anyways.

There were a group of teenage boys. I was the entertainment person, so I wanted to work with them also. I followed them up to their clubhouse. They had a pool table. I thought that looked interesting. I was hanging there trying to interact with them.

The man who was their teacher comes over to me and asks me to leave. I wasn't wanted there.

I will never work another VBS. I never have and I never will. I am not useful and I am not going to get involved if they push girls away from the males. I think that is discriminatory and wrong. I have received that kind of treatment my whole life. A lot of girls have. But, that isn't Christian and it isn't right.

I loved my imaginary friends. They loved me for a while. It was the guys from Duran Duran and the guys from Def Leppard. My Vikings of all sorts from romance novels and all sorts of warrior men. They cared about me and I told them everything. They were my protectors, even though, they never came down and protected me from anyone. I wish they had.

As I approached 14, I knew that those men from the rock bands were bad men. They used women sexually. I had seen it on television and from things they said in their interviews in the teen magazines. They weren't good men. I cut them off. I continued on with my imaginary men who were good to me. I would do that until I was 32 years old.

There are other BunBun's out there. You never know when you are going to meet a little girl who is an introverted, but curious-crazy and outgoing in the most unexpected outbursts. A little girl of intellect who wants to be with the men more than she wants to breathe.

But, the men kill Kung Fu girls. They only want women they can fuck and keep subordinate to them. Women they can control.

So, BunBun will bury them. Just like I buried my dad. Maybe when they are dead they won't be like that anymore. Maybe then, the curse will be over and I won't be subjected to them by God for Eve's sin anymore.

I will bury them. One by one. One divorced one-I will not help them with their wives anymore. I know how they can fix their marriages, but they are too proud to do it. So, I will help them into divorce and I will help them into the ground. We will bury them. Day after day after day.

And someday, the men of Def Leppard and Duran Duran will die, just like Steve Clark. I got to see him during his judgment with the Lord. I bet he was shocked. Well, I know he was. I saw the look on his face. We will bury them. They will go down to the grave and time will move on.

A new crop of boys will rise up. Ones who don't care for the hearts and minds of the girls around them. Selfish, like their fathers. Unable to share. Taking their pleasures where they can find them. More BunBuns will be born to Stephen and Sherri. More little girls will be told the rules of the white men and will learn that they aren't wanted by the boys or the grown men. More little girls will learn that if you Kung Fu, the men will try to kill you, so you better be really good at Kung Fu and you better be willing to kill them first.

There are BunBun's everywhere. We are little girls. It is glorious to be a little girl. You get to like shiney things and glitter. You get to like cute things and pretend to be a mommy. You get to play outside and do gymnastics. Glorious to have long, blond beautiful hair that you can chew on while you lay in the floor of the trailer. Glorious to have long legs that can do the splits and cartwheels and back bend kick overs. Glorious to be a little girl.

But, you will be excluded by the men and the boys. They think they have something you don't. But, when they are dead, they will be different. So, we just have to wait for them to die.