West Coast Switch

Those helpless little leg kicks! I think someone found her weak spot 🤭

You also made your own post about NEST not going the way you hoped, feeling invisible, undesirable, disappointed, etc. And that’s valid. People are allowed to talk about their experiences and feelings.

So why is it acceptable when you do it, but when someone else expresses hurt or discomfort, suddenly they’re “blaming the organization,” “causing drama,” or deserving of public ridicule?

That’s the contradiction people keep noticing.

Please stop presenting yourself as the neutral educator or voice of compassion when your empathy seems entirely dependent on who the person is. The selective morality is exhausting.

I would like to know where I publicly made posts and mocked others experiences. The fact is I blog about these things for a reason. If you can't face me outside of an anon then I'm not going to bother responding to you, its cowardly.

My post about disappointment at NEST wasn't my own, it was meant to be a portrait of someone that might feel that way. Your one sided perspective about what I contribute to the community is exhausting. And it is one sided, you are specifically taking my blogs as a perspective against you and your personal conscience and agenda to shame anyone that doesn't agree with you. Not one of my posts attacked anyone, not one name is dropped. So think about why you're so bent out of shape when something I blog hits close to home.

The squirming 😍 🪶

You wake up delirious, and all you see if black. You try looking around, but something is covering your eyes; a mask of some sort. You go to pull it off and realize your arms are strapped above your head. Frantically you pull on the restraints with no success. Next you try to move your legs, but they won’t budge. Your ankles are being held in place by something hard, and you can feel the air on your exposed soles. Each toe is strapped in place, completely immobilizing your feet. Suddenly as panic is about to set in, you hear “oh good, she’s awake!”. You have no idea what position you are in yet, but you’re about to find out. “It’s about time, let’s get to our fun” you hear another voice say. Fun? What kind of fun could they possibly have with you?

Your question is answered when you feel the sudden tingle on your right sole. It jolts through you, and you let out a small yelp. “Ohhhhh! This one is sensitive!”. “Oh yes I agree, she’s going to be the perfect little tickle toy for us!”. Wait…did they just say “tickle”?? You feel your toes scrunch up involuntarily, and even though you can’t see your captures, you can sense their grins widen.

It starts so lightly that you immediately burst into giggles. You feel grazing fingers on your left foot, and skittering nails on your right. The feeling is enough to drive you absolutely crazy. “PLEASE I CANT TAKE IT” you cry between explosions of laughter. They ignore your cries for mercy and continue their attack. They switch up their techniques, going from gentle, agonizing tickling, to quick, scratching skitters. You feel your eyes roll back into your head as you bellow out hard shrieks, wanting to crawl out of your skin to escape the brutally ticklish sensations in your soles.

The power just one finger has to make someone squirm.