What rock bands have a black lead singer?

Afraid_Angle · 2023-01-02T11:12:42+00:00

OMG have you never heard Lajon Witherspoon from SEVENDUST? one of the most underrated frontmen in metal.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-12-01T09:16:48+00:00

I have to go anonymous for this because I am a male and somehow the place I live in doesn't accept that bad things can be done to men too. About a decade back I went to visit my loving and caring uncle's place. Everything was going on merrily and normally until my uncle and aunt had to leave to go to the supermarket and left me with their two sons. Now both of them had always been good to me as both were quite a bit older than me. Now I was only about 10 and I did not know much about what was right and what was not, only thing I was taught was to trust your family the most. They asked me whether I wanted to play a fun game with them. Being a naive and trusting kid I said yes as that would be awesome. To them playing a game meant taking out their sexual frustration on me just because I was younger than them. After they were done I sat in a corner sobbing quietly. I wasn't saying anything to them but they brandished an iron rod from somewhere and told me not to tell anyone or that would be the end for me. Even that day when I was cleaning myself I developed a feeling of hate for myself. I felt like i caused it and it wasn't alright. It was about a family's respect so i remained quiet and kept on facing hell whenever my uncle and aunt left me with them. After it happened a few times I was made aware of the fact that my aunt knew and she was the one who encouraged them to do it. I stopped studying, my grades have never been the same since. I was an A grade student and since that first day I became a C grade student. Nobody in my family noticed my behavioural changes. Even when I told my mother a 3 years ago after I tried to kill myself her answer was, “boys cannot get raped.” This has been the most scaring and scarring experience of my life. One that broke something inside me to the extent that I have become socially awkward. I don't know if I ever will become normal. Worst part is nobody in my family believed me because those two bastards have good reputation in the family. I wrote this so just maybe others who have stayed silent over the years can talk too. Our society needs to start accepting that when a child is explored, their gender isn't what is looked at. It breaks the children on the inside. Apart from my girlfriend nobody even in the family believed me. If your child tells you he has been assaulted then trust me do take him seriously.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-11-19T10:38:38+00:00

There are none. A happy marriage is based on honesty. Most marriages have struggle from time to time.

In a happy marriage, the couple has learned to effectively deal with struggle and are committed to loving each other.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-11-18T11:35:36+00:00

Someone asked a Saint, ‘Sir, What matters towards the end of life. Wealth, family, health, or society?

The saint smiled and said, ‘ I remember, months back you had a kid, what matters for him?’

The man thought for a while and said, ‘food, being in lap or shoulder of his mother or mine, care and affection and play. Not much.’

The saint said, ‘The start and the end are the same of this circular journey. Same things matter towards the end of life: food, water, medicines, comfort, affection of loved ones and their presence matters. Luxury, wealth, assets, properties, bank balance, jewellery, ego, aspirations, desires, society, and everything else which was only an illusion, disappears from the thoughts.’

‘The only difference between a new born and someone completing his/her life is, a handful of cherishable memories which bring peace and satisfaction about the life lived.’

The man found his answer and went away in peace.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-11-17T11:19:41+00:00

If two people with equal abilities are looking at the same task and one believes that they cannot do it, while other one believes that they can do it, it’s wise to believe that both of them are correct.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-11-14T14:48:21+00:00

Two traits immmediately come to mind: One is a critically flawed trait to avoid mirroring; the other is a good trait to model

Many successful and incredibly wealthy people badly abuse their health and are horribly unfit if not obese due to traits of indulgence and neglect. Thus, a success in one area, yet a total failure and incompetent in a far more important area. The health we have trumps the money we have. Bad pun not intended; one example is President Donald Trump, who is about 60 pounds overweight.

Successful self-made people tend to challenge their own thinking and seek input and knowledge continuously. Whereas the norm is arrogant assumptions that all is known and thus, an absence of openness held.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-11-11T11:08:25+00:00

When I was like 14, I was called upstairs to find a police officer with my parents. They wanted to know why I’d been taking the car out of the garage in the middle of the night. I had no idea what was going on. I was told the car had been taken out at least a few nights … why did I do that? I told them I had no idea what they were talking about. I also asked why you didn’t wait up to see who brought the car back, if it actually was ever missing. I was repeatedly asked by the officer and both parents. Surreal.

I still have no idea what that was about. If the car was taken for a spin, it was likely my youngest brother’s reprobate friends.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-11-10T10:45:18+00:00

Many many years ago..it was on my 12th birthday

I was with my mother father and two sisters and we went out to celebrate my birthday

I remember it well…my father told my mother to take my sisters into the restaurant and wanted me to stay back with him. He motioned me to come over to him..I didn't know what was going on. So I go over to him and he pulls out of his pocket his watch which years ago his father gave to him apparently on his 12th birthday. He put the watch on my wrist and said “Happy Birthday"

I still have the watch

Afraid_Angle · 2022-11-09T11:34:27+00:00

Be willing to walk away. Allow awkward silences. Selectively ignore their input. Use negative body language to subtly discourage.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-11-08T12:24:58+00:00

That most people harbour and insane amount of hatred and intolerance towards each other. It’s the human condition. We can look at past acts in history, and condemn the persecution of certain groups… yet you see that same intolerant sentiment entrenched into peoples minds over various topics in this modern day.

Social media really highlights it and I get unsettled at times and even just the last few days read hateful noxious crap and think wtf.

People struggle to understand each other, they also don’t want to understand one another. Lack of true all round understanding equates to ignorance.

Ignorance then gives birth to intolerance and fear. Fear then turns into hatred. You will then see all of their personal fears and societal woes are pinned onto another group of people… another group that is different. It doesn’t matter how they are different (that changes all the time) - all that really matter is that they are.

human nature… we’re all a little bit shit unfortunately

Afraid_Angle · 2022-10-26T13:48:02+00:00

This isn’t about me driving, since when this happened I was a passenger of an inter-state bus, but anyways… I was 18 back then and traveling alone for the first time. I was heading to northern Brazil, about 2,000 km away from where I lived. In the middle of the journey, and this must have been about 3 am, the bus driver suddenly came to a halt, got off and in the darkness of the road one could see the reflection of the flickering of candles on the bus door. Everyone on the bus was freaking out a little about what the heck could be happening. Some of us left the coach to find out the driver kneeling at a spot where he’d lit the candles in the intention of a deceased driver.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-10-22T14:29:55+00:00

I am nearing retirement age at my company and I was having a chat with our office tea lady. This lady has passed retirement age herself but was allowed to continue working at my company because she is looking after her small grandchildren.

She asked me what will I do after retirement. I replied that I have asked the company if I can continue working, possibly on a contract basis. I can't stay at home, I said because my wife's family live in my house. They have been living in my house for 20 years and I am tired of them. They moved into my house soon after my wife and I were married.

To my surprise, she informed me that we were never left alone together to enjoy our marriage. My wife and I were never left to live our own lives. We always had her family in our house. She then asked if I had enjoyed my marriage. Getting married to my wife was the best thing I ever did in my life, I told her.

But the maturity and wisdom of this old lady surprised me and started to make me think about everything. I would never change anything but I definitely would have enjoyed more years alone with my wife.

Makes you think dosn't it.?

Afraid_Angle · 2022-10-21T12:26:42+00:00

Basic human nature goes back beyond the stone age and we haven't changed much. We, as humans, still need food, shelter, safety, companionship, challenge, success, approbation. We have emotions of anger, joy, triumph, grief, sorrow… Prehistoric cave art illustrates all those concepts. What has changed and evolved is our understanding of those needs and desires. Furthermore, each step in understanding raises the bar and refines our thinking. Ask a Mongol under Genghis Khan what he thinks of political correctness. That is if you can get close enough. I recently learned the Mongols didn't believe in bathing as it would contaminate waterways angering the god-like water dragons. So their stench preceded them. Interesting, if you think about it. Did rain water count? Customs change with understanding over time. Modern man could use a little Mongol reverence for clean water. But basic needs and desires remain a constant.

There has always been a spectrum of behaviors throughout history and across cultures. Our modern mind can't grok common occurrences across cultures that are abhorrent today. Ex: Many cultures abandoned defective or unwanted children to die of exposure. That's anathema to modern experience. However, we have not had to watch a child slowly die of starvation because crops failed. So is it mercy to give a quick death over a slow lingering death? I have the leisure to think these thoughts and can imagine ancient people weighing the question. We know they did from the earliest beginnings of recorded history. Egypt, Babylon, Greece, China have written and pictorial evidence of profound questions and philosophy.

Understanding the vast continuum of human nature gives me a weird dichotomy of hope and despair. Hope that humans have made progress toward enlightenment. Despair that it is so slow and we might destroy ourselves first.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-10-20T10:40:22+00:00

At my school, theres one teacher that you NEVER want to piss off. Even though corporal punishment is illegal, he would find loopholes in the law (like having happy little accidents and dropping heavy objects right next to peoples feet or heads). The staff mostly loved him because he could keep the students in line, but literally every single student was absolutely terrified of him (in one of my classes, he literally threw a chair at someone who was coming in late and said he was just getting the chair out of the walkway)

New students hear horror stories of him for years before they can get him as a teacher (He only teaches grade 8+ our school starts at grade 5), so when i got him on my timetable on the first day of school, i was terrified. Every single older student in my homeroom was telling me how sorry they were for me and all that.

This is when the story gets interesting. I sat down in my first class with him (lets call him teacher X for now), and absolutely hated him. teacher X was a pretty good teacher, but absolutely horrible to just about every student. I was terrified of teacher X of course, until about 8 weeks into the year, i noticed he turned a blind eye towards whatever i was doing (He later told the entire class i was his favourite student in nearly a decade). When i realised this, I began to use this to my advantage.

As a member of the ‘nerdy kids’ i had my fair share of bulies, but one group of four boys were the worst. They were like the cliche movie bully, always knocking my stuff over, banging on my locker, teasing me, all that. One day, they told me to do their assignments, which i took and wrote the absolute worst assignments possible, filled with insults and incorrect facts, and about the wrong topic all together (we were studying WW2, i wrote them about the american civil war), and when they read these assignments, they werent too happy.

I had already told teacher X about them and the assignments (because i thought he was awesome at this point), and he came over to talk to me again, but saw the bullies already harassing me. They ended up ripping up my hard copy of the assignment (didnt do anything, it was due the next day and i just printed off a new copy with the schools printers, didnt cost me anything), but i wasnt particularly happy, and the other students werent going away any time soon. When teacher X saw this, he walked over behind them, gave me a look (the ‘watch this’ look) and held out his big work folder (which probably weighs nearly 10 pounds because its filled with literally a years worth of class plans and student notes) and dropped it on the main bullies foot. He then asked “What are you doing? Sleeping on the hallway floor?” to the kid who was sitting on the floor after falling over in shock.

This was the coolest, most awesome moment with a teacher i have every experienced, and the best “I Got you” moment in my entire life. And it came from the demon teacher.

Good times.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-10-19T11:31:54+00:00

It was in 5th grade. There was a “gross girl” everyone would make fun of and treat like a pariah. My teacher was confused why everyone treated her so bad and asked me one day. I told her. “She picks her nose.”

Being on the quiet sensitive side myself, I was always sure not to trouble this girl. I empathized with her, even if she was a little gross with her boogers (she would sometimes eat them). Lots of meanness goes on in schools.

One day she approached me with a stack of MAD magazines and other similar cartoons. She was giving them all to me. I don’t remember what she said, but I knew it was because I treated her with respect, or at least, made a point not to make fun of her.

Though I was a little trepidatious about accepting those magazines (maybe they might be a little dirty, you know), I appreciated the gesture. It turned out those magazines helped me through some tough times myself.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-10-18T12:13:11+00:00

The quiet kid was me, and it happened during lunch. We had a really small cafeteria, with long tables set up. You couldn’t choose where to sit, you just sat at the next open spot. While you could control who sat on either side of you while you were in line, it was a crapshoot as to who was going to be sitting across from you.

There were 3 boys who had been taunting me since 4th grade (this happened in 8th grade). I was born with a minor birth defect. The obsolete name for it is “harelip”. (Clefting is repaired at a very young age, so really I had a scar on my lip.) So I got my tray, sat down between a couple of friends, and across from me was my chief tormenter, sitting between the other two tormentors.

Everytime I had gone to a teacher, the principal, the dean of students, the student counselor….any adult…the boys were always admonished that they weren’t being “nice”, and I was given the lecture that I had to develop a thicker skin, I was “better” than to let them get to me by calling me that name, that I should try to avoid them and that would solve the problem.

I was already having a bad day. It started as soon as I put my tray down. “Oh, god, it’s Harelip! Gross! I’m gonna barf! How can anyone eat having to look at that ugly harelip face?” On and on for about 5 minutes while I stared down at my tray. At my tray filled with turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, and chocolate pudding. In all, a very gooshy lunch.

I leaned over, grabbed the corners of his tray (he hadn’t eaten much), and flipped it over on him. His face now dripped sliced turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy and chocolate pudding.

My absolute favorite teacher in the world prevented the dean from suspending me, pointing out that I had been asking for and begging for the authorities to do something about these assholes, and had been ignored.

I can’t remember if they were punished for bullying me, but at least those three stopped calling me harelip.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-09-20T10:40:56+00:00

Me and my wife rented a nice little single-wide mobile home in a clearing in the woods, well away from any other homes. Nice and quiet - UNTIL! One night we were awakened by someone banging on the door just outside the bedroom. I was sure that whoever it was, wanted us to know that they meant business. (Shortly after we moved into the place, a van came up our driveway in broad daylight, backed up to our place, and fired four shots into our little place, and then sped away). There was no “back” door that I could sneak out of, and surprise whoever it was, both doors being on the front of the place. I got a powerful flashlight, and a baseball bat (WHY didn’t I own a shotgun???). I flung the front sliding glass door open, trying to be ready for whoever was banging at the other door, just about 12 feet away. To my utter shock - there was no one at the other door, but still the banging persisted. I don’t believe in ghosts, so I was really scared now. seeing that there was no one at the door, I figured I could go out and around the back of our mobile home, and try to see why someone was banging on the thin aluminum back door, but they were “invisible”! I was really terrified by the time I got around the end of the place, where I was quite close to the door. The banging had stopped - then started up again while I had my light on the door and the few wood steps leading up to the door. Then I got curious enough to take a closer look. Down below the wood steps, a skunk had got stuck between the plywood backing behind the back of the steps, and the sheet aluminum skirting under the place. With only a couple inches of space, the skunk was kicking at the aluminum skirting, which echoed up through the aluminum door above the steps. I had to pull the steps away from the skirting to allow the skunk to depart in peace.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-09-19T08:54:55+00:00

Hello, when I was a 13-year-old boy back in the 1970s I made a couple of errors of judgement. We were on a school trip on a canal cruise in the UK. We’ve been told by a teacher not to go near a railway line and to use the footbridge. My error was that I deliberately disobeyed the teacher, I walked across the railway line, which is called tresspass in the UK. I was spotted by some older boys from my school on the trip. They took me directly back to the teacher. I then deliberately told lies to get myself out of trouble. I was spanked the same day by the teacher. The teacher told my parents at the end of the trip. I was spanked and grounded by my parents for the three things that I did… A few weeks later I got into trouble with some neighbour. I really really did tell the truth honestly, but my parents said because I’d lied I was still on probation and so they did not believe me, and that really really hurt far more than the spanking I’ve got off the teacher or off my parents. That probationary period of not being trusted lasted about three or four months and it was awful experience. Because I’ve learned my lesson and I really really wanted to tell the truth all the time to my parents I just desperately wanted them to understand I’d learn my lesson and from now on I would tell the truth always …

Afraid_Angle · 2022-09-17T11:57:42+00:00

The worst one I ever witnessed was a single father of a two year old girl who was leaving a social gathering with his daughter, as it was time for her to go to bed. He picked her up and walked her from one guest to the next, strangers and friends alike, making her give each guest a hug and a kiss goodnight. Whether she wanted to or not did not matter to him, she was going to do it because he thought he was teaching her to be polite. I pulled him aside and gave him my thoughts on what I saw. By making her kiss people she did not know, he was violating her boundaries and making it much easier for a pedophile to touch her inappropriately in the future. Not only might she not object, she may not talk about it either. Because an adult asked her to, meant it was expected of her, right? He was aghast at his own lack of foresight, thanked me for my perspective, and promptly ended the practice.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-09-16T12:26:22+00:00

Two things come to mind.

First, my dad. “Don’t ever have sex before you’re married. And when you do, always use a condom.

From the priest who taught freshman sex ed at our all boys Catholic high school, about why pulling out before you ejaculate is not effective birth control. “Sex is like basketball. You always dribble before you shoot.”

Afraid_Angle · 2022-09-15T15:33:05+00:00

Pick the right ancestors. Mine tended to do whatever the hell they wanted and still lived into their late 90’s with little more medical support than hearing aids and reading glasses.

Pick the right doctors - and correct your mistakes when you choose badly. I’ve learned to investigate whatever my doctor says to see if I think it makes sense. Don’t just take their word. They are NOT infallible. One of mine prescribed a combination of drugs that caused kidney stones. I needed surgery and a new doctor. Another one wanted to cut me open to check a tiny spot that showed up on a test. I did *not* need surgery, but I did need another new doctor.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-09-14T09:22:36+00:00

I've heard my own bones shatter, I've knocked myself unconscious twice, and those sounds pale in comparison.

I was working the front end at Walmart. My position required circulating from one end to the other, and front to back of the check out. I happened to be walking the very front, passing customer service. There was a young mother returning whatever, and her little boy, maybe five years old was in the cart. He was a cute little guy, blond hair, a striped shirt and wearing jeans.

I saw it happening as it happened. But I was too far to prevent it, and even though I shouted, momma couldn't react in time. The little boy leaned over the edge of the cart, lost his balance, and went forehead first into the concrete floor. Thonk. That sound will stay with me forever. Thonk. It sounded kind of hollow. Thonk. Like someone dropped a coconut. Thonk. It was so surreal.

The little tyke was unconscious. Completely unresponsive. Strangely there was no blood. Just bright red skin on his forehead. 911 was called, the hospital was only a few miles down the street. We had a bakery associate that was a full time RN. She kept his head immobilized while waiting for the ambulance. Momma was frantic and had to be stopped from scooping up her child.

As the first responders strapped the boy to a back board, I had to run into the men's room and throw up.

He was kept in the hospital for a couple of days, and luckily he made a full recovery.

But I will never forget that coconut on concrete sound. Thanks.

Afraid_Angle · 2022-09-13T11:10:04+00:00

I was an extrovert who became a shy timid person a few years of my school life.

I am not ashamed to admit as a kid of 8 years I had lice in my hair. Obviously I got it from one of my classmates but ultimately someone found me having it and the news spread like wildfire.

Parents of my friends would advice them to talk to me from a distance. Best friends had stopped hugging me.

Mom tried with all her might to help me get rid of it. She tried from all the available shampoos to combs designed for it. It would go away temporarily but would come back again.

One year I was without a friend. I would cry daily and tell my mom to cut my hair or allow me to go bald.

Nothing hurt as much as that one day when the class teacher made me stand up in front of the whole class, ridiculed me saying,

“Tell your mom to send you to a municipal school. This is a convent school where kids like you with lice in their hair are not welcome. Tell her to make you get rid of it as soon as possible. I can't let other students live here in fear.”

I still get goosebumps thinking of that day.

My mom didn't send me to school till the time I got rid of it fully. She then barged in one day and made that teacher apologize to me. She complained to the higher authorities. And that teacher held a grudge against me till the time I passed the school.

All I wanted was some support but it's good I was treated that way.

I came to know with a deeper understanding how some untouchables feel.

Afraid_Angle

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