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I loathe being taken for granted but I love the peace accepting it brings.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that one of my most staunch forms of resistance and defiance is in direct response to the people I loved and trusted that broke my heart, harmed me, or even went as far as waging a campaign of abuse. I'm then reminded why. To not harden my heart.

That's the thing about bereavement: you cannot deny yourself the necessary space to confront the questions you already have the answers to by virtue of being the person others look to for support and comfort. most of all, you have to trust in those to comfort and support you to do just that.

My heart has been particularly heavy recently. Fitting the song Euclid by Sleep Token was playing because it inspired me to do the one thing that lightens the load: belt out the pain, frustration, and grief in song.

Y'know... I could wax lyrically about how Donald John Trump is the most bitchmade megalomaniacal predator in history but I'd be wasting my time preaching to the choir and the cultists. Mobb Deep already sussed people like him out from a mile off. Paedo Mussolini is scared to death, scared to look.

I should hope that people take the time to consider and ultimately accept that the people who either enthusiastically or reluctantly voted for Paedo Mussolini & The Most Incompetent Fascists Of All Time didn't do so out of stupidity. Coersion & manipulation target gullibility, not intelligence.

"Risqué" Shot & edited by @thejackiestar.bsky.social

Hey this is my first multi-camera-angle video (the first two of six minutes). I love playing with myself and thinking you're playing with me, like I'm yours ❤️.

Clearly, what Paedo Mussolini has done over one and a half terms (his entire foetid existence as an adult notwithstanding) isn't painful enough for you lot. If I did one iota of the shit this bumbling fascist oaf has, you lot would have me lynched.

I think it's definitely time to reboot this fallen angel concept I did in 2021 now that it's been five years and I am in remission having fought cancer for roughly three of those years.

That's the thing about the truth and actually daring to speak it, never mind observe it. It doesn't hurt anyone because it's not a weapon. It doesn't belong to any given individual so it can't be "my truth," "their truth," or "your truth." But... if I continue to speak, I will get in big trouble.

I'm going to say this as bluntly as I can but with the cadence and tone the vast majority of mental health professionals (therapists, psychiatrists, and psychologists et al) use: When you are defiant in response to an abusive authoritarian institution's provocation, you are not "as bad as them."

I am the rose you relinquished.

Tonight feels like a great night to sink all of my activated state of being into the latest beats I've been working on.

I don't know who needs to hear this but flippantly referring to nations the United States of America invaded or attacked on disingenuous grounds of regime change, lying about weapons of mass destruction, or having the gall to resist American corporate exploit them as "violent people" is... a choice.

Imagine being Billy Corgan in the year of somebody's lord two thousand and twenty six.

It'll be two weeks since I turned 40 years old this Friday. I don't think anyone except a handful of individuals who know, love, and cherish me to the fullest will truly understand just how much and how often I believed I'd never live to be the age I'm at now. Yet here I am. Alive and kicking.

Holy shit not only do I looooove sucking cock, I particularly love sucking *this* cock. Wow he fills my mouth so perfectly and completely.... I may be wet just writing this... Feat. @theauracle.bsky.social

Just a quick clip from last night Feat. @theauracle.bsky.social

Soz, couldn't hear all that mardy arse jealousy riddled commentary over the fact that I beat a rare blood cancer, feeling great, and I'm just getting started on my vindication lap. I don't care if you're sick of nonsense. No more holding back. No amnesty period. No shrinking because YOU'RE insecure.

So since entering remission on 31 December 2025, I have gone full throttle into 2026 with an absolute refusal to be modest about anything. The sense of triumph [amongst other intense feelings] that is coursing my veins isn't intoxicating, no no no. It's vindicating in the extreme.

Is this heaven? It feels like heaven. 📷&🍆 By @theauracle.bsky.social

It's official. I'm in remission. I did it.

When I started getting in the habit of assuming a lot of people project their fears and insecurities on to me, I stopped taking their deeming me "intimidating" personally.

i won't deny it: my mental health plummetted into a familiar yet abysmal place I've not been for years. frankly and without going into too much detail, i didn't want to be here any more. make of that what you will... but know that I'm still here. somehow, some way... onward. always.

Just a moment from my like 18 hour fuck session with @theauracle.bsky.social #nsfw #nsfwsky #spicysky #transporn #analsex

I feel like I spent basically all weekend either sleeping or in this position. I regret nothing. Incredible dick provided by @theauracle.bsky.social

Long story, short; I've cum 15 times and the night isn't over yet.

Giving my friend a blowjob till he nuts in my mouth. I'm a good girl! Let me show you! #nsfw #transporn #blowjob

suffer.

Two years ago, I began defiantly fighting back in another kind of an invisible civil war. This is why I'm so reflective in the photo because if you told me that August 2025 would be confirming this is the closest to remission yet, I'd have been skeptical and scoffed in your face. (🎵 The Collective)

contemplation.

Throwback to my first proper cosplay/Halloween costume effort... but with a slight twist. Given one is bisexual (pansexual if ya nasty) and this was before one knew who Hobie Brown is (SPOILER: he's me if I were comic book hero), I'm not just Spiderman. I'm your neighbourhood friendly Bi-derman.

May I remind you all that I am a bad bitch and you can't kill me

unrelenting.

I understand the world renown designer Andrew Christian is calling it a day. In light of this, there's no better time to republish my direct response to an op-ed AC published on his blog about bisexual men. Get into the hot mess that is The Politics Of... Men Loving Men. medium.com/@theauracl3/...

That's not love. That's consumerism. You would do well to stop confusing the two.

Achievement unlocked - I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me! (100G)

I cannot imagine the anguish Tristan Kern de Gonzales' – Jonathan Joss' survived husband – heart is utterly submerged in at the moment. In lieu of Tristan still having his beloved to hold, cherish, and revel in the magic that is their loving bond, I wish him nothing but peace.

summer is coming in hot. time to hit the reset button, reduce the beard to [shadow] levels, and get it right for autumn and winter. #cleanup #vitamine #restart #reset #melaninpoppin #sunonmyface #thesunkissedmyskin #imnotamodel

defiant until the bitter end.

onward, always.

Captured during my walk-up, this is the first plate appearance I've made since October 2024. The Absolute Boy of Summer is back at it again playing baseball and I could not be more thrilled about it. 😈🙏🏿🎉😘

still alive. hate it or love it, i remain.

Would I go out of my way to seduce and then go spelunking in the love cavern of some right winger's spouse? Nah. But if said spouse made a play for me and I liked them, then I'm thunderclapping those cheeks mercilessly. It's not home wrecking. You built a sandcastle and I happen to be high tide. 😈

an update.

still alive. whether you like it or not.

I wonder when the hostile takeover of the Democrats begins and all this understandable but ultimately asinine rageposting of the same ol' refrain of "Democrats, do something!" ends. Just kidding. I don't need to wonder when something that won't ever happen finally happens.

Having revisited and reacquainted myself with it over the last few weeks, I'm more confident than ever when I say that the very last great Britpop album is Athlete's Tourist. Chances, Half Light, the title track (Tourist), Wires, Yesterday Threw Everything At Me, and Twenty Four Hours. Greatness.