meeting with my new therapist like "we need to get at least three or four sessions in before i start talking about my wild fetishes" bc no way am i dropping the lore about my weird perversion for sweets right off the bat. that's like. game lore you have to work for.

artists who draw dirk strider with decapitation scars I owe you my life

i fervently believe that each person needs that one extemely niche/borderline problematic kink which you keep between yourself and your two trusted advisors. and me. bc i want to know.

had a dream where i met a dude who was 15+ yes older than me. bald. kind of ugly. and married. but he let me get him in a mating press and moaned when i held a knife to his chest and im hoping he becomes a reoccurring character.

i NEED to take therapy seriously because i keep harshing the vibe at kink events and i cannot fuck this up. but also. i cannot be cringing at myself a full 48hrs after the event. bc that's what killed the vibe in the moment.

i find it absolutely hilarious that ive accidentally found myself in the middle FETLIFE DRAMA (LMAO) because there's two folks fighting and portions of the local community are taking sides.

drunk!me grabbing my future drunk!self by the shoulders like hey. hey. focus on me. focus on me. do not try to take a horse dick up your ass tomorrow. our soul is willing. but our butthole. is not"

im still trying to decide if Dan Simmons' book Flashback (2011) is shit or mid. but i have to concede that the scene where the MC was kidnapped, handcuffed, and was being forced to admit heinous shit underneath a truth telling drug was a RIDICULOUSLY hot scene