THEY'RE MAKING A WEIRD LITTLE FREAK HANDLER SIMULATOR NO FUCKIN WAY

not a "stuffies" little but an "extremely offputting sexual precociousness and ability to recognize the combination of curiosity and moral cognitive dissonance it creates in a potential victim, leveraging it to take whatever I want from them, possibly under threat of blackmail" little

the true hierarchy in kink communities isn't dominance vs submissiveness, it's "can handle their shit" vs not in my irl scene, sloppier folks tend to stick to each other on a social level, let alone any other level but also offline, this group is much smaller, because at least they had to show up.

i cannot die before i see the century of the woke lolicon come to pass

an update for the concerned or the curious: I've been away from this space simply because my irl life has been incredible! I'm deeply connected with my community, I've met someone and fallen in love, we're starting a band and a basement venue together if any moots are ever in vermont, hmu to chill

call her black hole sun the way she won't be cumming

I cannot emphasize enough that this was an original model razor scooter from the year 2000, where the rear wheel wasn't inset at all and was instead just welded onto the back, this intersection being precisely where it cracked under my weight during my PERFECT LANDING over the union square staircase

I think I need to become a serial killer for sex reasons.

I cracked my childhood razor scooter in my 20s by (SUCCESSFULLY, MIND YOU) jumping it over some stairs, and I am not afraid to snap it the rest of the way via sick moves on your ass

Putting a content block on an age regressor’s account so they can’t even engage with kink and porn like the child they are

failing the discord 13-and-up age verification for one last gender euphoria hit before uninstall

randoseru full of torture implements

at a point where any time I see a blonde girl I'm like 'oh she's just like sartha thrace!'

going to my second hardcore show tomorrow at the venue where I puked the first time showing up early because my homie is doing sound I have the opportunity to do the funniest thing

sending my roommate back to her gf's room with fresh marks. seeing her the next day with new marks on or near the marks I left. repeat. passed like a blunt, or a note in english class a collaborative art piece across a hallway

doing this to an angel girl youtu.be/JlBDWXDGDzg

I have been personally victimized by this character btw. she can deploy her doll in the corner behind you where you can't hit it, then just put you in the fuckin blender getting doubled teamed with her in the front and the doll in the back, both pressuring. it's disgusting. she is an enemy

ahhhhh turns out I gotta embrace medieval stuff again... servant girl dishwashing story... hmmmmmmmmm

just got word that a friend of mine died suddenly of a heart attack he was always along for life's ride, wherever it took him and whenever it may take him. while he was in that sense ready for death, he also fully embraced life's beauty - messy as it may be to the homie reading this: hold onto it.

cranking her TUBE and MECH knobs till her camel is crushed or whatever

clockwork girl with extremely tight gear tolerances, call it engagementbait

weirdtouched by an Older Girl (10+ years younger than me) and instructed on massaging my tits so they hurt less while they're growing she's doing my injection today before my date with a girl I met at a show who got turned on when I threatened to punch her in the face things are lookin up 😵💫😵💫

I have posted this before and I will post it again. you cannot fool me, that character you have instructively drawn surrounded by ♂️ symbols has been taking cross-sex hormones for at least two years.

something comical about my recent boot fixation is that I've been vegan for like 14 years, so I have to do infinite mental gymnastics to justify it REAL LEATHER LASTS LONGER. FAKE LEATHER IS MADE OF PLASTIC. I'D RATHER CARE FOR ONE PAIR OF BOOTS FOR 10+ YEARS THAN REPLACE THEM WITH NONBIODEGRADEAB-

foxes, when domesticated, develop floppy ears this means that, no matter how defiant she pretends to be, her body will always betray the reality of what's been done to her.

cleaned and ladder laced

fuck it, online fight night

money is the source of life itself. to take it from somebody else is to remove at least a fraction of their ability to survive - if not now, then in the future. with every cent, their life becomes that much more precarious, their survival less certain. killing them without killing them.

unplugging the sink and she makes that glug glug drussy sound 😩

thing about being a child priestess of the sun is that my refusal to install curtains in my room (so I can wake up with the sunlight duh) runs directly contradictory to my night owl nature and leaves me sleep deprived as the seasons change, BUT ALSO, I'm going to keep doing it for the sheer vibes

I fuckin love autistic bitches

tgirl fight night is back on monday after a hiatus........... ready for my life to have meaning once again...............

"clocky" just means she's got gears and stuff in there

I need warm weather. I need sun. I need to drag a girl outside and stomp her into the dirt, leaving dusty boot prints on her clothes, kicking it over her sweaty body so it sticks.

girl who gets mugged once, but just for her cards, and they lock up. unsatisfied, she begins carrying increasingly large amounts of cash on her person, and taking late night walks. heart racing, jumping at the slightest sound, she longs for the hungry gaze of her beloved assailant.

call me kione monax the way I'm deeply considering throwing away my humanity in an attempt to save something which is beyond saving (moving back to nyc so that when people visit I can show them cool spots in an attempt to salvage their opinion of my hometown)

ATE SHIT ON MY EBIKE IN THE SNOW COMPLETELY UNHARMED DUE TO THE SNOW'S SOFTNESS AND LAYERS OF JACKETS DANGER ON THE ROADS ISN'T REAL WE'RE BIRTHDAY PARTYIN 2NITE

TODAY IS MY 21ST 12TH BIRTHDAY! THAT'S RIGHTEVERYONE - I AM NOW CONSIDERED LEGALLY PRECOCIOUS ENOUGH TO GET DRUNK, ATTEND ALL SHOWS, AND PURCHASE MARIJUANA AT LOCAL SHOPS, SHOULD I CHOOSE TO

dreamt a posthumous david lynch, or perhaps hayao miyazaki film came out animated and scritchy, no dialogue, in a sort of dieselpunk world. a young boy toils away in a garage trying to build a model airplane that'll fly, watched by his four year old sister

they call me the roommate drama solver the queer housemate whisperer I should be paid exorbitant amounts of money for my skills in this arena nobody has ever said cooler stuff while sitting between two parties across from each other at a big table

more people should know about the 1990 lost paradise harakiri films - directed by and soundtrack by merzbow, the noise guy - women in various uniforms building up to and committing seppuku hornily and at an agonizingly slow pace - that's it you can watch them idk, seemed relevant to mention here

wearing my medieval clothes for the first time since getting the septum piercing and hoooooooooly toledo everyone I'm the Head Maid I'm the Matron also linen is simply a superior material with superior properties and smells fucking amazing I tell ya

it has been done! somebody on here should be my twin that'd be super cool we could go to the woods and shoot arrows and stuff! <3

on service submission (gotta hype myself up a bit here, wanna write again but shit ain't easy)

'I ❤️ HUSKS' tshirt from some kind of corn festival

the arrangement of this board was laser-targeted toward me, my magnanimous nature, and my charmingly sensitive scalp in particular, and if anybody says a god damn thing they're getting stabbed in the neck

alternatively: the push/pull of deciding whether or not to push her into the water. drowned in the river styx, she returns to be ferried again - each time coming back with less of herself. recursively dying within death, over and over, a copy of a copy.

another string broke right as I was about to play, organizer did some acapella riffing as I changed it forgot my own lyrics and froze but played it off with massive stage banter rizz forgot to play the whole second superfast fun section of that same song still crushed it. OUTTA RETIREMENT BAY BEE

puked at the hardcore show last night broke a string this morning spilled cereal on my bed just now open mic in an hour and change hhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHI'm gonna crush it I'm gonna crush it let's fucking go

need to meet the love of my life on the banks of the river styx. take the coin from her mouth, hear her stories, listen the longest listen as I ferry her to the other side where we'll part ways for all eternity. hold the coin in my hands every night. warm copper.