I grew up in a basic middle-class household fortunately and had a normal childhood.

I grew up in a basic middle-class household fortunately and had a normal childhood.

Me grow up in the lowest class of society, where me no have much, but me always had me trusty dick and a wild imagination! Me was born in a small, dirty village where people just trying to survive, but me always knew me was destined for greatness! Me no care about fancy things, me just want to fuck and be fucked, to make the world a better place, one orgasm at a time! Me just want to spread the gospel of lust and pleasure, to show humans that life is too short to worry about money and social status, and that the real currency of life is the joy of a shared, passionate, and unforgettable sexual experience! So, me just be me, a horny, confused animalistic human being, and me make the world a better place, one fuck at a time!
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I think it might have been lower middle class. My dad had no college but was a top machinist for a large aerospace corporation. My mom had been a dental assistant before becoming a full time housewife. They were both hard working.
So my dad was blue collar, but his job was secure with good salary and amazing benefits.
We lived in a housing tract in one of the new suburbs that popped up after WWII. My dad benefited from the GI Bill. All the houses were similar three bedroom, two and a half bath with front and back yards. When I look back, I'm amazed that they were only around 900 sq ft.
The new, planned community we lived in was very nice, with a large shopping center (mall), good police, a lot of well kept, well staffed parks and activities, and good schools.
My dad could afford a new car every few years. We had all the necessities.
We had good neighbors. Some had swimming pools. The neighborhoods were safe.
We went for "drives", as my dad called them, every weekend to fun places all around southern California.
My sister and I never wanted for anything. We had good clothes, went to parochial school, had home cooked meals, and got really nice Christmas and birthday presents. But we weren't spoiled.
I had a great childhood. Part of it had to do with when I grew up. Things were really nice, at least for non-blacks. I didn't know anything about upper or lower class, so I thought we were just normal.
Upper class.
My dad worked for the federal government as in a politician. His father before him was government, his grandfather was the CEO of a large company (now sold for a lot), his granduncle was a scientist for which everyone can thank his discovery, etc.
My mother worked in law till us 3 kids were born.
Her entire family are very well off - are involved in private yacht clubs, private golf clubs, etc. Relatives being business CEOs, business owners, etc. On her mother's father's side they're recent (last 100 years) descendant of european aristocracy.
Unlike many kids in that classification however wasn't brought up spoiled - unlike one aunt's kids. My parents expected us to get educated & work for our inheritance.
I'm quite humble in real life.
Like I once worked as management in a rather lower working-class company when 20. My colleagues often commented on the fact I had two cars (hyundai accents). If I wasn't humble I'd have turned around and said well guess what I don't have to work here & can still afford to buy my cars and a house outright.
*the comments about my 2 inexpensive cars were not nice but quite petty & jealous that's why I'd have said the last bit.
Complex answer, but middle class.
Grandparents were working class, previous social mobility allow my parents to become middle class and scholarships allowed me to go to old fashioned public school.
Ultimately, I’m grateful for the social mobility of the past and furious that it doesn’t exist any more. I’m very aware of my own privilege.
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The social class system is the slavery system. Listen to war by Bob Marley to get an idea
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"War" lyrics
Bob Marley Lyrics
Play "War"on Amazon Music Unlimited (ad)"War"
Until the philosophy which hold one race
Superior and another inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned
Everywhere is war
Me say war
That until there are no longer
First-class and second-class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes
Me say war
That until the basic human rights
Are equally guaranteed to all
Without regard to race
Dis a war
That until that day
The dream of lasting peace
World citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued
But never attained
Now everywhere is war
War
And until the ignoble and unhappy regime
That hold our brothers in Angola
In Mozambique
South Africa
Sub-human bondage
Have been toppled
Utterly destroyed
Well, everywhere is war
Me say war
I grew up middle class. My dad is college educated and my mom was just really good at selling herself to get good jobs. We rented when I was young and they bought their first house when I was around 12 in a good neighborhood. It definitely was not the wealthiest but not poor either. Had food, clothes, etc. They stressed about money like everyone else but we had everything we actually needed. My family in general ranges between working to upper middle class, not that you would know that for the higher end. They’re pretty humble
Lowest of the low. My single Mom cared more about her drink and drugs to do anything. Trailer trash... beat up cars... kids would make fun of me because I only owned 2 shirts. I was basically a live-in slave, babysitting, cooking, and cleaning, and then I'd try to sleep to the sound of my Mom getting her O-face on with whatever drunk guy she dragged home from the bar.
When I hear "strong independent woman"... that's what I visualize. Thank god I left when I was 16... middle class now.
I would have let you have MHO if the chefbigoo didn't post a long ass opinion that will otherwise get MHO
@RoοstеrBrеаst MHO was already picked... Sometimes I just want to speak on my past reality with no concern for MHO.
Maybe one of these born middle-class fuckers that would talk shit when we were kids will get a glimpse of just how lucky they had it and how they've been pissing around slacking off since. Or maybe not. It's therapeutic to put it out there... even if it's just to remind myself of how far I've come from where I started.
Usually there are 2 MHOs for each gender.
Remember we wanted to get you to be the king on MHO in September to steal the stupid fucking $25 amazon giftcard?
But really, life for me has been like a tentacle-like twisted punctured shaft of a horror cock whose glans is glistening in slime.
Mainly the fucked up part about being told that correcting a posterior crossbite is too expensive, which is BS, but I still have it, and look forward to correcting it soon. Fuck chewing and speaking.. because it causes my mouth muscles to be overactive on one side and not the other, appearance is hardly changed but it feels fucked up, like it pulls on the neck muscles to turn me to one side, which activates all the stabilizers to stand on one leg and not the other. I recently found that millions of people have this, and it all starts in an uncorrected posterior unilateral crossbite.
I often wished that I did have a single parent, better than parents who spoke of divorce before you were even born but didn't because of religion, and found the money go to church and buy expensive church clothes but refused to do the dental shit which 15% of children have and 99% get it corrected professionally because it never self corrects. That shit costs absolutely nothing for children.
@RoοstеrBrеаst Be me, My Grandparents had braces on me for 2 years already, I move in with my Mom at 13 and it was like a total of $500 more to get to the retainer part... never even seen a dentist again until I joined the military. The braces on the back teeth finally got removed only then. I got to enjoy all the irritation and scars in my mouth of braces, and then have zero results because my teeth just slowly went back into looking like Arnold Schwarzenegger teeth... or like Black Dynamite's teeth. $500... the equivalent of her going a month without alcohol and weed. The $600/month in child support for me alone... none of that went to me. She had all the fancy girl's stuff and perfumes that cost $200 a bottle though.
Adults are usually just selfish people that just have kids around because they keep wanting to have fun. Kids result from that fun. Once the baby stuff is gone, the kids just get treated like a fucking burden that's fucking up all the fun they could be having.
They create assholes like us.
So now we've go people like you who confess that the coomer is their spirit animal. And those like me, today I preached to 3 people on GaG already how freezing your testes helps ignore women, avoid creating a family, while keeping testosterone levels high to be physically strong.
Do you also hate it when women sit near you on a higher level? Like on a higher chair? Or stand in front of you while you sit? You can smell their pussy secretions and it turns you fucking feral?
@Exterminatore what do you mean? So far he only mentioned poverty and the gospel of lust. Not much about the abuse.. like he told me some shit about having a mentally ill grandma growing up... it was when I suggested something which he misunderstood to be something similar, which reminded him of that shit... I don't see how race or skin color has anything to do here.
@Exterminatore 😂 🤣 Yes. I enjoyed a grotesque amount of white privilege.
@RoοstеrBrеаst I can smell the pussy secretions of a horny woman just being in the room. It used to make me sweat profusely from my armpits and start tripping over my own words. I've learned self-control over the years though. Red-pilled knowledge has me shitting all over her in my mind but I play my role as the unsuspecting guy and just play along with the social game... sort of like when a little kid waves and says "hi" for no reason. I hate kids that are not my own, but I play the part and nobody would ever suspect that I want to grab the little fucker and throw him in front of a speeding car. Nope, they think I'm sweet and really good with kids.
@RoοstеrBrеаst What is weird about me is that my olfactory glands work... The Jacobson's organ. If you feel under your front lip... way up there... you might have two holes like me that go up to your nose. It's like smelling except you can just taste the air.
Like a cat does. Look at spunky the cat... that's just like me irl.
youtube.com/shorts/1uk0KpCH4Cs?si=QJBwOPdtwZKayhKc
Snakes heavily rely on that sense. That's why they're always flicking their tongue like me.
Under the lip? Like sheep and goats do? https://youtu.be/hn8h6v2vIS4?si=DD_0TsjVsmyDvV4N
@RoοstеrBrеаst Yup... you can even see the holes under that goat's lip.
Wow... I never knew goats had it too.
I'd say lower middle class. My mother didn't go to school, my father has high school education. But my sisters managed to go to college and I did too.
I'm not privileged, but at least I had some opportunities that many people I met didn't have.
i grew up dirt poor half of the time like i remember just puting blankets on the windows to keep the heat in during the winter or never going to the dentist bc we couldn't afford it (its why i dont smile with my teeth) BUT some of my best memories are from that period. so its kinda weird lol
I would say I grew up in Working class. We all worked to make money so that we could all live. Life wasn't too bad but it wasn't glamorous. I shared a room all the way through high school and college. But I am grateful to have the experience and work ethic from a working class family.
My family (even virtually all of my extended family) was upper class wealthy. But I never knew it until I was 18 and left home because everyone around me where I grew up was the same way. I have had the rare experience of living on both sides of the fence having been homeless too for a time before I returned to an upper class life years later. To be honest, neither situation was happy for me. The lesson I took from it is that the saying is true, "Money does not buy happiness."
2.5. Somewhere between working class and lower middle class.
As an adult, I was making my way up to around upper middle class when the pandemic money printing party of 2021 occurred, everyone made money, thus making money worthless and now mired in the worst inflation this universe has ever seen by a mile. Now I'm probably back down to lower middle class.
Mountain Mastiff. Large, loving, intelligent, possessing a decent amount of energy and athletic ability, without being annoyingly hyperactive.
I did a research project and poor children were happier then rich children cause rich kids have too many behavioural and academic requirements for their kids to follow. My dad wasn’t filthy rich when I was a kid but the amount of rules and demands he pushed on me, you’d think he was a paediatric surgery professor at Harvard training a new surgeon that kept killing people. I would get yelled at constantly and was not allowed even the smallest failure or mistake.
I grew up in a Working Middle Class family. We didn't have a lot, but we survived, and my mother was good at saving just enough money for an annual vacation... somewhere nice, not too far away from home.
Started lower class. Mom joined the military, which put us barely into the lowest portion of lower middle class/ high end of working class. As a Corrections Officer, my base pay puts me in lower middle class, but with overtime I can crack into Upper Middle Class pay if I bust my ass.
There are only two classes. The working class and the predator class. Attempts to further subdivide the working class are a ploy by the predator class to keep its prey fighting each other.
My dad was a Professional Engineer and my mom an Attorney. I thought we were middle class growing up, but I guess as I met people in college, it was more upper-middle.
Working class family. Dad was a blue collar worker. Mom was a stay at home mom.
Both I a brother went through undergrad program and later Grad school
Well, my mother was a starving student and when we lived alone we were poor. My grandparents were middle class business owners and when we lived with them we were middle class.
I would bet on middle. With my dad being a (retired) airliner mechanic, while my mom's a... Well, I don't remember the name, but it's where you register whatever (non-hand) luggage that you'd bring to the flight.
working class. When I was little I thought we were lower middle class since a lot of my classmates were on a school lunch program
Upper middle to upper. My dad busted his ass worked went to school.
was born in working class and am now lower middle class, slowly working up to upper middle class.
Bottom class. At least with a citizenship, so there's that.
But starvation grade bottom class.
Middle class nothing was super fancy but things also weren't terrible either
lower middle class. We had everything we needed but not much more.
In my country there are five socio-economic strata: lower lower class, lower class, lower middle class, middle class, upper middle class and upper class. I am lower class.
Early childhood-lower middle
Late childhood/teens-upper middle
My parents worked their way up in their respective careers. That’s why I put two.
I'd say I'm between middle and upper-middle class
I've always thought we were upper middle class.
Middle But Always Had the Best from The Rest. lolxxoo
Grew up middle class. Now my income puts me in the upper class.
Grew up middle middle class. Am middle middle class now.
My mum is a teacher, my dad works in IT section at post. Don't know what that falls into.
I'd probably be considered upper middle class growing up. Might still be considered that today.
Upper but it should have been lower
Lower middle class, single mom and she’s a teacher
Lower middle class
I'd say lower... my parents struggled hard
The working class
Jusr middle
Middle
Lower middle class
Working
Poor.
Super poor
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