this would probably require very heavy bondage to pull off, though - less so because I'd get scared and do something drastic to avoid it and more so because I'd get too excited that someone was giving me permission to rest and might accidentally make it happen for real

I've done a fair bit of the "be '''convinced''' I'm being murdered by a friend by way of suspension of disbelief heavily strengthened by assorted substances" but I'd like to take those caveats off sometime

the object, in half-worn white headphones and a flowy white outfit with the sleeves rolled up, respirator covering its lower face, interacts with a table of cables and glowing lights, thin arms pointed purposefully, its inscription clear and strong. irregular string-waves of hair shield the side of its face. the whole scene is lit in a slightly purplish blue, with a patch of magenta on its reddened face.

the object looks down at its cables, eyes stretched wide in surging adrenaline. it's strongly lit in magenta, purple filtering through its wispy hanging hair.

oh, wow, this came out Good. matches well with the sort of frenzy I got into at the end of that show.

user's guide

GGGGGGGGOD<.;

The psychological tinkering properties of kink are enormously powerful, and it's a needless restriction to not allow yourself to play|experiment in the space of childhood where so many fundamental cognitive biases are first formed

"What if it was sexualized" has been a surprisingly effective swiss army knife for my mental health struggles, and if my proselytizing of the Casting Off Of Shame needed another reason then the chance that others might find that technique equally useful is certainly one of them

I can still hardly believe that getting faux-molested once or twice a month was what finally let me understand and accept being cared for and loved without the expectation of reciprocation. Actually I can completely believe it, it's just hard to process that it finally happened

yes!!!!!!

yes!

u-um...a cell with a formula in it, recalculating and being rewritten with each new piece of data...

the object presents its arm, with 𒉡𒊑 cut into it with a scalpel, stray alcohol-smeared pen ink shading it

🖤

another day of eating an ass and dreaming of a tongue that can reach right to the prostate

PSN

I'm at KinkFest (Portland) this weekend; hit me up if you need a urinal or more

zephyr colorway!!!!
<- deflecting from the core issue,..,.;,

lost and found

❝like, sexually, or❞ There Is No Difference.

"You can get anything you want if you just ask, and we're going to find out what it is all the parts of you really wish they could ask for"

You ever talk to a girl and become possessed by the desire to carefully massage open her head and drench her brain in Possibility

you'll give up your life, /and/ you'll never get the moment of release you crave. perfect devotion

gunplay snuff but over the course of years by giving you heavy metal poisoning

I think it'd be nice for someone to be so disgusted with me that they punch me full force in the head

ah dammit not again

local perv guzzles piss and is then completely immobilized by receiving kind words from cute people, more at 11

.:;.,

I miss the total submission of eating someone's shit straight from them. I miss getting stared at with derision afterwards. I miss the weight in my stomach and the stains on my tongue and the way my body quivers and pulses and

I. I need to get fed again

oh I only just now noticed the wings...adorable ;w;

what, ah… um.. what kind of, “stuff”…?