I had an affair with Colonel Gaddafi in the late 80s

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did they take blood at the physical exam? finger prick? urine sample?

where did the abortion take place?

My cousin was good friends with him when he lived in the USA back before he took over. All those years when the media was presenting him in a bad light as the enemy, my cousin would never say a bad thing about him.

My cousin was good friends with him when he lived in the USA back before he took over. All those years when the media was presenting him in a bad light as the enemy, my cousin would never say a bad thing about him.

Never heard that he lived in the US, but sounds like your cousin is a reasonable guy.

It was around the time when he went to Flight School. At the time they became close friends, hung out together, went to bars etc.
When he went to the UN media was claiming it was his FIRST time to come to the USA, which was untrue. But they apparently were trying to cover up the fact that he went through flight school with the U.S. Air Force.

Never heard that he lived in the US, but sounds like your cousin is a reasonable guy.

It was around the time when he went to Flight School. At the time they became close friends, hung out together, went to bars etc.
When he went to the UN media was claiming it was his FIRST time to come to the USA, which was untrue. But they apparently were trying to cover up the fact that he went through flight school with the U.S. Air Force.

Holy shit lol. That’s a hell of a story if it’s true. Papa had a fear of flying, must of developed after the raids in ‘86.

what makes you think he had a fear of flying?

Not too sure what’s up with that reply, here it is again:

It’s ok, there are things you just...learn to live with I suppose.

He was. When he was on the drugs he could be a monster, in my later teen years it escalated, and then seemed to drop off when I tried to start dating. Until that point the abuse was becoming borderline sexual, around this time I started to disassociate, sort of leave my body and watch from the corner of the room. It’s weird. It only happened a few times.

I was like five and a half, pushing six.

He mentioned something about not wanting to be on a a transcontinental flight, the ocean made him nervous, but a lot of things made him nervous at that point.

Thank you for making sense.

Hey Anna, I don't want to derail the amateur psychotherapy indoctrination if you are into that, but I was thinking last night about Ghadafi. I always liked him. My unlanded friends did not. They ranted about being forced to read the Green Book in school so I drove into the city to check out a copy. I was
impressed. I remember thinking he's a genius, maybe naive and jejune but a genius with a whole underdeveloped country to make his thesis project. A genius and a good heart.

I liked him. Always found him attractive too, not in his Michael Jackson duds but in his burka, the brown wrap he wore when he visited the undeveloped people.

He will be remembered a very long time.

He will be loved.

So what did y'all do for food? Room service? Delivery? Sneak out for sandwiches?

What else did you do? You have to do something else. You sleep, talk, eat but you have to do something more. You have to stretch. You want to move your large muscles. You want sunlight. Did you have a balcony or courtyard? Did you walk outside?

If you tell me you put him in a plain dark suit and went into the city to walk around I will die of envy or joy or both.

What language did you speak? Italian? English?

Did you sing? What did you dream when you slept? Did he snore? What did he smell like? Did he pray? Shower immediately after making love? Did you get to shower with him?

Did he throw his towels on the floor or hang them carefully (or lose them in the room, in the bedclothes or over chair backs as so do.

If you want to share those details...

But it's a sunny day too.

shorten the reply, fixes it.

So your dad sexualized you as a baby. That's grooming. Was this when he was a diplomat in the Middle East?

yeah well then Lockerbie. so maybe they were training suicide pilots in Egypt and other places at the time.

yeah well then Lockerbie. so maybe they were training suicide pilots in Egypt and other places at the time.

Islam isn't a religion. It's a government. They don't belong to Western law or banking. They charge no interest rates on loans to Muslims and their banking system is different. Some of the OIC had to join in oil for dollar and in exchange for military protection.

However, Gaddafi was involved in lots of terrorism, jihad. He owned terrorists, he housed terrorists, he used terrorists which is allowed in dar ul Harb (land of war, which is anywhere outside Islam and perfectly legal under Islamic law). So there is a conflict of LAW (not religion).

What were the little rolls they were eating in the video? I don't know much about Libyan food.

Reading over the thread and realized I forgot to answer a question.

Did he snore?

Not really. I’ve always been a bit of an insomniac, even more so now with the night terrors, sometimes I’d wake up and could go back to sleep, so I’d sit up and watch him. Sounds creepy I know. He’d breathe deeply every now and again and I could tell he was dreaming sometimes. One night he mumbled something, but I couldn’t understand. I liked to run my fingers through his hair while he slept, I’d kiss him too, but stopped after I woke him up once. It didn’t upset him or anything, I just felt kinda bad about doing it.

I could hear Petra every night, she’d walk back and forth up the hallway, humming every now and again, I considered talking to her, but didn’t want Papa to wake up with me missing.

Hey Anna, I don't want to derail the amateur psychotherapy indoctrination if you are into that, but I was thinking last night about Ghadafi. I always liked him. My unlanded friends did not. They ranted about being forced to read the Green Book in school so I drove into the city to check out a copy. I was
impressed. I remember thinking he's a genius, maybe naive and jejune but a genius with a whole underdeveloped country to make his thesis project. A genius and a good heart.

I liked him. Always found him attractive too, not in his Michael Jackson duds but in his burka, the brown wrap he wore when he visited the undeveloped people.

He will be remembered a very long time.

He will be loved.

So what did y'all do for food? Room service? Delivery? Sneak out for sandwiches?

What else did you do? You have to do something else. You sleep, talk, eat but you have to do something more. You have to stretch. You want to move your large muscles. You want sunlight. Did you have a balcony or courtyard? Did you walk outside?

If you tell me you put him in a plain dark suit and went into the city to walk around I will die of envy or joy or both.

What language did you speak? Italian? English?

Did you sing? What did you dream when you slept? Did he snore? What did he smell like? Did he pray? Shower immediately after making love? Did you get to shower with him?

Did he throw his towels on the floor or hang them carefully (or lose them in the room, in the bedclothes or over chair backs as so do.

If you want to share those details...

But it's a sunny day too.

It’s ok, I mean...it’s not ok, but it’s ok.

as far as I can tell he was one of the better

leaders in the middle east