So what's wrong with my mother you say? Well let me give you an example. All four of us are sitting around the dinner table enjoying a family meal lik... every other family. About halfway into we all begin to notice that the pickle was once on mother's plate has now vanished. None of us saw her eat it, so there can only be one other explanation. That's right, my mother has a pickle shoved up her cunt at the dinner table.So now you know the problem. My mother is obcesed with putting things in her.. Admittedly, I often watched and, drifted off to sleep wondering what it would be like. Just a passing thought with my own pragmatism bringing me back to Earth. I did not want to regret anything, and with this bunch of boys, I am sure I would have.And so it happened again. I heard the clanging of the keys just before the door swung open and banged the wall, followed by loud cheers and shouts. Joe, Kent, Cameron and Garret, I knew their voices, but I waited for more. I heard two distinct girl’s. "Just taking pictures of cool things." I said. "Cool things?" she asked"Yeah...like this." I said handing her a picture. "That's a Praying Mantis I saw earlier today." "It looks creepy." she said. "Exactly Creepy and Cool." "What's your name?" she asking sitting next to me. "I'm Bently John Carrol the 3rd, but must people call me BJ. What's yours?" I asked. "I don't know." she said shaking her head. "How can someone not know there name?" I asked. "I forgot it, It's been so long since anybody. .. even for holes between our shared bedroom wall.[... How can a mother that truly loves her son deny him anything - including herself?... ]At night I locked my bedroom door and read various chapters of the Manifesto again and again. It was stating that a mother who truly loved her son would do anything for him. It suggested the sexual outlet of his own parent would allow him to focus on other parts of his life - to excel in sports, school or even emotional and physical development. As Jude.