But enough about me... I'm thinking of putting you in the spotlight a bit. As a self confesed narc I hope you won't mind :D
I asked you this pretty early on:
by Helena
"I have to ask, are you Selena from the old forum?"
I never posted on the old forum, so no, I'm not - I just observed. This place is quite interesting. As well as your usual internet trolls and idiots, there are genuinely intelligent people here. It's a rare occurrence to find a place like this on the internet. However, I'm still trying to figure out who the old players are - some of them are obvious, but others are more difficult to identify, as I never had any contact with them.
I wonder what you have to hide, or who you have to hide from. I know you're Selena from the old forum, because you were among the posters I used to pay attention to. I noticed back then that you'd often delete your accounts and posts. You used to talk about gymnastics, yoga, med school, martial arts,
by Selena on the old forum
I did gymnastics for ten years, five of those years at the elite level. Dabbled in Martial Arts. Currently too busy to train on a constant level (studying to get into medical school), but I love resistance training and yoga and practice both three times a week. I'm hoping to get back into gymnastics if med school doesn't work out. I've messed up my sciatic nerve at the moment though, so I can't train at all, which is annoying the shit out of me.
your good looks and feminine ways
by Selena on the old forum
When I was fourteen-years-old, my father advised me that the only way I'd ever achieve success (by which he meant dominance) in a network of females would be to appeal to the mother figure of the group. He said this shizzle based on the fact that I was starting to develop the physical characteristics typical of the women in his family line: characteristics that identify women as potential threats to the insecure (men and women). I listened to him, because he was correct more often than he was incorrect, and thus far this technique has always been beneficial to me. So, naturally, when I was began working in an office with a disproportionate number of female employees, I immediately attached myself to the mother figure. I've relied upon this technique for eleven years now; it's easy when you've got wide green eyes, waist-length brunette hair and your 35-25-35 figure is both concealed and exacerbated by the wearing of feminine dresses that cling to the chest and the waist and float down to the knees. I realize that in five years or so, I'll be fucked if I don't come up with another strategy, but this is all I've got right now and I'm going to make the most of it. My father also reiterated to me the dangers of underestimating one's opponents, and so it never occurred to me that one could OVERestimate one's opponents, too. But it turns out that I did. In approaching the head of another department to see if I could score a job for my fiance, she was very receptive to the idea but suggested that I plant the idea in our GM's head. Because apparently, I'm the GM's favourite. That came as a huge shock to me. I had absolutely no idea. Our GM doesn't strike me as a mother figure, and so I immediately rejected the idea of appealing to her on an intimate basis. Some discrete questioning, however, revealed that this favourtism has been monstrously obvious to everyone but me for months now. It strikes me as ironic - all my life, I've been fascinated by power dynamics. My undergraduate social science courses were heavily based on power dynamics, and I was never awarded a score less than an A for my interpretations of power dynamics. I suppose I allowed myself to become arrogant and complacent - an absolutely terrible combination for someone who relies so heavily upon interpretations of power. Hopefully it's not too late for me to benefit from this revelation. I guess there's a message to all of this - don't underestimate people, but don't overestimate them, either. Both mistakes are about equally deleterious....And my fiance's getting that job now.
and your psychopathic father (a whole fucking lot about your father! How he spent years in jail for attacking someone, and that episode when you attacked him) just like you do now, it's like you're not trying to hide your identity at all. Hell, you even chose "Helena" as your username.
Posts on this forum that prove you're Selena:
by Helena
Oh, thank fuck: finally a chance to talk about myself. I got so excited at the title of this thread that I didn't even bother watching the video.
Between the ages of thirteen and fifteen, my old man beat the shit out of me. Then I asked him to teach me to fight, a request to which he assented. He took the lessons very seriously. The first lesson consisted of my introduction to male banter - he mocked me for my small, delicate hands and then complimented me on the calluses I'd developed on my palms as a gymnast. Then he pointed out my physical strengths - powerful deltoids, latissimus dorsi, triceps and rectus adominis. After many, many lessons, he seemed genuinely surprised when, two years later, I used the very same techniques to beat the crap out of him (to be fair, I'd only become stronger in that time whilst he had aged beyond his years due to his alcoholism. I think that with that concession I've now reached the limits of my modesty. I'm not Thrill Kill: I'm prepared to admit that my male adversary was weaker than I was at the time of said beating).
by Helena
I'm finding it more and more difficult to maintain a constant theme in my wardrobe.
As a teenager, I lived in a town in which femininity was considered an atrocious crime. I'd therefore dress to accentuate my femininity. I was a gymnast and I entered puberty late, which meant that one day I was flat-chested, and the next, I measured 35-25-35. That made gymnastics more challenging, but it made it far less challenging to obtain the hysterical responses to my outfits that I craved. I believed, and still do, that if you're living in a free country, you should be able to wear whatever the hell you wanted. Girls in my town were too afraid to wear skirts that were higher than their knees or dresses that showed off their arms for fear that they'd be howled at or even physically attacked. I considered that disgraceful and rebelled against it every chance I got. I also wore one of my mother's rings on each hand because the danger of walking the streets with thousands of dollars' worth of jewellery on my person got me off. I figured that if I were ever successfully mugged, my mugger would never get away with being able to pawn the jewellery, and it'd be back within my mother's clutches within twenty-four hours.
In the corporate world, I've found it difficult to adjust. I no longer work - I don't have to - but when I did, I compensated by wearing the finest clothing I could obtain. Silk and lace with monstrously high stilettos. The required conformity was nowhere near as bad as it was in the town in which I grew up, but it itched at me nonetheless. We women have more options than men do in the corporate world, of course (y'all are forced to wear three-piece suits and ties regardless of the temperature, and I don't think that's fair), but it still bothered me that I couldn't wear a mini skirt to work without having someone whinge about it. I once wore a maxi-dress that happens to show a lot of decolletage, and the ensuing hysteria almost got me fired. I worked in a back-of-office role, where no one could even see me!
Now that I'm about to start med school, I'm going to be faced with another adjustment. Fuck it - I'll probably just go in on my first day wearing a white silk dress with black leather ankle boots.
by Helena
65cm and 49kg. Boo-yeah!
Measurements: 35-24-35.
WORSHIP ME!
PS: Btw, is your husband that fiance whom you asked to waterboard you against his will in a garage once because you wanted to live the experience? :D
I don't mean to give you trouble with this post. I'm just curious why you would lie... and not really lie at the same time.