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washi tape bondage where none of it actually restrains you but you're a good doll so you're not going to tear my pretty tape by moving around, *are* you??????
mania is normal and healthy for a girl. that manic girl is extremely trustworthy. let her touch her throat. llet heher put he er hands on your throat. she's normal and heoalthy and she can be extremely trusted. please.hahnds
mania is normal and healthy for a girl. that manic girl is extremely trustworthy. let her touch her throat. llet heher put he er hands on your throat. she's normal and heoalthy and she can be extremely trusted. please.hahnds
does anyone need a sex pest roommate who'll openly leer at you whenever you're in the room and barely at best restrain herself from actively molesting you
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okay so. you're her captive. she keeps you in her basement. she brings you 2-3 meals a day. you think it's cause she likes you strong enough to fight back. but because you don't want to be weak, you eat them. you need to eat
at first she left the meals and cutlery in the room then left you to eat. then she started staying to watch you eat. you didn't want to give her whatever kind of sick satisfaction she'd get from it, but you need to eat. so you put up with it
then she started sitting closer and closer to you while you ate. then she started holding the plate in her lap while you ate from it. it all happened so slowly, so gradually, that you didn't even really notice how strange it was until she started petting your hair while you ate. you tried not to eat for a few days after that. but you need to eat. so you cave. and she keeps petting your hair
one day she ties your wrists behind your back before she brings your meal. when she comes in with the food, she sits in a chair directly in front of you. you think about how much you hate her. you think about how much you hate that you're so used to being close to her. she picks up some of the food and cups it in one palm. then she extends the hand towards you
you stare at the food in her hands. your mouth starts to water. you understand, somewhere deep in you, that if you do this, you will be crossing a line. something in you will snap in a way that can't be fixed. you hate her. you don't want to give her whatever kind of sick satisfaction she'll get from it
Slapping a girl across the face and when she starts snuggling up I just say "awww, look its fawning" in the most condescending mom voice I can muster. I get to watch her brain short circuit every time
now perhaps it was a bad idea for any number of reasons, but i think it was actually really really funny to make "snap out of it!" and "remember who you are!" deepeners. so the whole time its friends were trying to free it, it was locking the fuck in even harder and getting excited about being rewarded by me later.
>CRUMPLED-UP RECEIPT (x2)
>FLIP PHONE (x1)
>LOOSE STRING (x3)
>CONCRETE SLAB (x349456)
>STEEL GIRDER (x185392)
>INCANDESCENT BULB (x44387)
>HOPEFUL IMMURED ("Just gotta keep moving and I'll find the exit!")
>SURVEILLANCE CAMERA (x16161)
>STEEL STAIRCASE (x9874)
>DERANGED IMMURED ("The world is the path and the path is the world! The world is the path and the path is the world!")
>STEEL DOOR (x93421)
>LOCKED STEEL DOOR (x3867)
>FACILITY KEYS (x3867)
>EXIT DOOR (x0)
>DATA CABLE (x84321)
>SCORNFUL TERMINAL (x11879)
>HORRIFIED IMMURED ("Get... get away from me!")
>DESPERATE IMMURED ("Don't you see? It's the only way!")
>HUMAN CORPSE (x1)
>STEEL PIPE (x59231)
>DRAINAGE GRATE (x34915)
>MINOTAUR (x1)
>BUS PAS (x1)
The thing to understand is that 'deprogramming' isn't real.
Brainwashing hammers your brain into whatever shape your controller wants it to be. Anything that conflicts is destroyed in the process. Imposed habit becomes real habit becomes preference. Memories are overwritten unless they're useful, which they rarely are. Your former self isn't preserved anywhere: reality doesn't keep backups.
So when law enforcement tracks you down, the shrinks can't just press a button and bring you back to normal. They bring in friends and family, look through photo albums and school reports and social media feeds. They reconstruct a picture of you and force it into your skull, using methods built on the exact same principles that let you be enthralled in the first place.
And after enough sessions, when you remember what your parents look like and how to use the first person singular, when you start answering to your name and stop weirding out your friends, they ship you off back home and tell you that you'll be fine from here on.
And I was. I was a free man again, so I acted like it. Graduated, got a job, got a girlfriend. You'd expect me to be traumatized, but they cut out the bad memories along with the brainwashing. Most days I would barely think about what I'd gone through.
Until I found the diary.
It was in my parents house, in my old room, hidden behind a bookcase. Found it when I was helping them move. I didn't remember what was inside: didn't even remember writing it. If anyone had known I kept it, they hadn't found the fact worth mentioning.
I read my own words in my own handwriting. Utterly foreign feelings, described in the exact way I would have described them, if I had them. I don't.
I should be happy, about that, right? The person I used to be, he (she?) was in pain. Quiet, alone, without hope, going through the motions all up until the day of the final entry. I wonder if she even bothered to resist when her friend showed his true colors.
She isn't me, I tell myself. She didn't make it. I don't feel what she felt, and I can't force myself to.
...And yet I fixate on that idea. Not the way I fixate on what I do feel, the way I rake my pre-everything life for evidence that my current self is real. The ways I desperately fail to prove that back then I was already watching motorsports and eating Doritos and falling in love with girls.
No, more like the way you fixate on that friend you haven't seen for a decade. How you wouldn't be sad at all to find out that they'd died, and how sad that thought is by itself.
I don't know if this is something I should fix. I don't know if it's something I could fix. The shrinks would never agree to it, would just offer to wipe my memory. And what other options do I have?
...I think back, sometimes, to the one who controlled me in the first place. No prior record, whole life ahead of him, rich parents. Spent five years in jail for his actions, got out after three.
I wonder how hard it would be to get in touch with him again.
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at the party (zero beers in) (i don't drink): ...and no hate for the princesses, alright? but like, don't ignore what makes the whole thing compelling. a princess's power is potential and conditional and you're wasting that if you just treat her like she's a queen. like, the dragongirls get it, they correctly define princesses as both powerless and desirable. the knights just want a femdom they can be tsundere about.
'what about the maids what do the maids want' bossy age regressor, next question.
"No, I agree," she imagines herself saying, "the world's essential supply lines of food and medicine can only be kept open by a great administrative capacity." Her eyes flash as she stares down her imaginary debate opponent. "But why do you imagine such an organ must be vested with the power to imprison and kill?
If they say "of course I don't believe it should be!" then she says "then in what sense is this administrative organ a state?" She imagines moving the last piece into place on the chessboard, but in reality she is reaching for the tabo. Cold water down her back.
And if they say "history demonstrates the necessity of these powers," then she says "then I say your willingness to bow to this perceived necessity holds you back as a revolutionary," and she imagines licking her canines at them in feral challenge.
It's flawless, as arguments drawn up in the shower always are. She watches soapy water gurgle away down the hole in the bare concrete floor. Through the tiny barred window above comes the dull glow of the sky, red with smoke from the burning of the sugarcane fields ahead of the harvest,
And she thinks, bitterly, that she doesn't really believe in the world's great supply chains and the good they're supposed to bring. Spanish and English words on her tongue, and the taste is the iron taste of fresh blood.
She notices herself biting down too hard. She reaches for the towel.
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accidentally putting on another trans girl's hoodie and adopting her personality and agenda by way of her pocket inventory. taking her pills before you realize they aren't yours. floaty and chemically confident. D-padding through her antique digital camera, wishing you were pretty enough to have taken these selfies with these people. maybe you are. maybe you'll give that style another go.
you've always hated cherry jolly ranchers but there's a neat little zip bag of them in there and you're waiting for the train and you're not hungry per se but your vape is only god knows where and you need something to keep your mouth occupied and they're. not so bad? you hold up the mirror on her eyeshadow palette (a device totally alien to your pockets) to see if your tongue is red. it's red. so are your lips. stained with somebody else's tiny vice and looking good for it. you line yourself up in the camera's selfie mirror. *beep*.
you meet up later, to unentangle yourselves.
"i was wondering, Riley," she says, "because you vape. i know that. but why is there a lighter? what is the lighter for? what is she doing with the lighter? until i got home. and there was a letter from my dickhead drama king of an ex — an actual letter, on paper. and then i knew."
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All rules can be put into two groups; don't touch the hot stove and don't walk on the grass
For the first group the consequences of your actions are real, they're directly related to your action. These rules can be broken only if you accept the risk first, maybe you want a burnt hand idk you do you
For the second group the consequences are imagined and enforced by authority, they aren't directly related to your actions people in power just want you to think they are. You should break these rules as often as you can get away with
"You are the gender you were coercively assigned at birth" is in the second group
Calvin's dad: listening to pirated music? I'll show you something interesting.
All rules can be put into two groups; those that have a real consequence and those that have a manufactured consequence enforced by an authority, right?
Calvin: yeah...
Calvin's dad: don't pirate music? Manufactured. Don't touch the hotplate? Real. Don't walk on the grass? Manufactured. Don't climb into the tigers enclosure? Real.
Despite appearing to have real consequences "don't self harm" is actually manufactured
Running an "isuggest" blog without directly acknowledging that the transfem who created the concept had her blog unfairly deleted and continues to be harassed to this day is a really shitty thing to do. You want a revolution? How about you start by thinking critically about your own actions
All rules can be put into two groups; don't touch the hot stove and don't walk on the grass
For the first group the consequences of your actions are real, they're directly related to your action. These rules can be broken only if you accept the risk first, maybe you want a burnt hand idk you do you
For the second group the consequences are imagined and enforced by authority, they aren't directly related to your actions people in power just want you to think they are. You should break these rules as often as you can get away with
"You are the gender you were coercively assigned at birth" is in the second group
Calvin's dad: listening to pirated music? I'll show you something interesting.
All rules can be put into two groups; those that have a real consequence and those that have a manufactured consequence enforced by an authority, right?
Calvin: yeah...
Calvin's dad: don't pirate music? Manufactured. Don't touch the hotplate? Real. Don't walk on the grass? Manufactured. Don't climb into the tigers enclosure? Real.
Despite appearing to have real consequences "don't self harm" is actually manufactured
Running an "isuggest" blog without directly acknowledging that the transfem who created the concept had her blog unfairly deleted and continues to be harassed to this day is a really shitty thing to do. You want a revolution? How about you start by thinking critically about your own actions
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