This bitch really over here making a ni66a feel half understood.
And like wtf is that antidote [img 1]…
But also, like she said in another post, “As he grows colder I grow warmer.”
And. I. We. Am. Growing. Colder.
But I have a really difficult time without being both Like A Cold Piece Of Steel and LikeAWarmBed at the same time, our SSC [Avatar System Selves Care / Selves Sexual Care / Self-Touch prob evinces as much [Our needing to be both at the same time]; however, I am also aware that She [The Royal She / Sophia / Gaia / All My Bitches/Wives/Daughters - and vis a vis Me in Brennan Mode [Note Brennan is gender queer - non-binary transfemme actually] All My Ni66as/Husbands/Sons also need Me to be able to be just, simply, ‘Like A Cold Piece Of Steel’ when I/We find myself/ourself(ourselves) there [In my/our feels without the organic unconditional acceptance and tenderness of obvious / apparent / conscious unconditional Love and Care *amcringeiknow consciously Co-Present with Me.], like I need to be able to Take Command in The Captains Cabin absent my Sister/Mistress/Everythings driving the Avatar with Me, and I/We need to remember that it is our Coup de Oeil and Our Skill as #Captainofthemotherfuckingship that has places Us in the Captains Cabin of Reality in the first place, with legit All Space and it’s encompassed magical lifeforms / my babies in my vessel (As We sang recently, “… ni66a my skin is my castle for my bitch…”.) with Me, under My Commandership. And that is pretty fucking magic. Because what She or He or They isn’t deserving of the Permanent Competency and manifestly evident skill of My Captaincy. Just, when The Muse / She / my other half’s aren’t in the front of the Avatar steering with me, maybe I need to remember that I am needed on Deck sometimes, at the helm, but like, I also need everyone / all my other halfs cozy and safe in the captains cabin. Like, this isn’t about a trade. And I get everything out of love even when it is just ME loving, or just the most basic form of Love: respect. As we say, being respected is my kink. Anyway, gonna listen to this Alice in Wonderland song, “I’m a Loner” and be like, on Deck, with Her in my Heart, but like, I also want Her/Him/Them looking out of my eyes, feeling me lick our lips, like fart laugh softly whatever, just, if you keep score properly in life, this Cap’n is like already the biggest success ever. But like, ur all also simultaneously abusing me. So what the fuck. Like, even when I’m wrong I’m never abusive. Like, I’m wrong in all the right ways. But I guess at the end of the day I’m just fucking bubblegum to most everyone. Anyway, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
