So my ''lies'', if you disregard the fact that nobody in their right mind would admit to crimes publicly anyway, is something like the dog thing ?
Look at what I just said. There are many more, because of the problem presented in the following sentence in the post you replied to:
Anyway, you see the problem: he does it so compulsively and reflexively, guarding a horribly damaged sense of self, that you could make an entire annual award ceremony with different categories for the lies presented over two-and-change threads.
If you actually raped those women ("pushed beyond consent" = still counts, and people have explained to you why a normal person would take that as sexual consent, given you said you let one go who was a virgin... why would any other type of consent require you to mention virginity?), that's scummy. If you
didn't rape those women, it's better, but the fact that you wanted me to
believe you did is also scummy, just in a different way. You keep saying your name isn't your name, meaning -- if true -- that you have provided many sources with a false name. I could keep going. False, false, false! Let all untruths stand by thy stainèd name and they'll seem glorious! (
Troilus and Cressida. I was going to make you look it up, but that's a freebie.) So no, it's not just the dog thing.
I told you why I don't want to talk about myself anymore many times now, and it has to do with what you did.
Bollocks. Great bolshy yarblockos to thee and thine. (I bet the many very literate Kiwis can tell you what book that's from.) "What I did" was say I was going to do something, then not do anything, because I was pissed about the fact that you expected to insult your interviewer and still be catered to. Now I've seen, in quotes from others, that you were bragging that I was going to come galloping to your rescue and do your bidding. ("A Horse is coming," you said. That's
almost clever.) That's even
more enraging. You don't want to talk about yourself because you're afraid. You don't want to engage with the point of the post I just quoted because you're afraid. Get back to me when you have dealt with this fear.
Edit: Also, "just lol," as the SlutHaters like to say, at the idea that telling me you like basketball, or ice skating, or handball, or Frisbee, or whatever the fuck sport you actually like would be enough to lead people to track you down on some Grimes fansite.