Why isn't my tumblr listening?

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They were using my social media against me saying it paints me in a bad light. I became scared to upload anything at all but I don’t want to live in fear all my life.

Just because cops won’t do anything about my case because I have a social media following doesn’t mean I should hide. I don’t even use Onyfans and they treat me like I’m a prostitute for showing my body.

I don’t even like sex. I don’t leave my house anymore and it’s hard for me to date.

We all born naked and clothes are man made and society has forced us into standards that we think is normal and acceptable. I was brought into modeling by a caregiver who took care of me. It showed me how to accept the body for what it is, flaws and everything. Stretch marks, fat, cellulite, hair, pimples, scars, and everything else are all natural and beautiful. Why did we let people shame ourselves?

People can’t even open their minds to acceptance and respect for one another.

I don’t like strangers either… but I do like bonds with friends.

I can only love those I choose. I can learn to love only them…

I feel nothing towards porn or nudity.

After I form a bond, and a relationship is established, sex may make my partner happy but I don’t need it.

I try to mention sex to keep the bond and see my partner happy but… it’s hard to feel pleasure.

The only pleasure I get is when my partner is happy.

My relationship is relied heavily only on trust and safety.

Without that, I lose any feelings I’ve developed.

If I don’t trust you, then you cannot be involved in my personal life.

Have this weird attraction to older men.

I can’t stand men my own age or younger. I don’t know what is wrong with me considering my boundaries on women are different.

Being almost killed by someone close to me, really messed me up. I can’t handle dumb lies. Lying is so pathetic. I speak the truth and only the truth.

If I ever were to lie, it would be obvious and eventually I couldn’t keep it a secret.

Apparently telling the truth is something that isn’t normal.

I just want peace. I’m so sick of living. This is hell. Everyday I suffer.

Hardly anyone is honest, truthfully, nice or even trustworthy

And I’m trapped on this rock with these people…

No way out…. Please let me rest… I’m so tired.