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growing up autistic / growing up gaslit

I.

this is the first lesson you learn: you are always wrong.

there is no electric hum buzzing through the air. there is no stinging bite to the sweetness of the mango. there is no bitter metallic tang to the water.

there is no cruelty in their laughter, no ambiguity in the instructions, no reason to be upset. there is no bitter aftertaste to your sweet tea, nothing scratchy about your blanket.

the lamps glow steadily. they do not falter.

II.

this is the second lesson you learn: you are never right.

you are childish, gullible, overly prone to tears. you are pedantic, combative, deliberately obtuse. you are lazy, unreliable, never on time.

you’re always making up excuses, rudely interrupting, stepping on people’s shoes. you’re always trying to get attention, never thinking about anyone else, selfish through and through.

it’s you that’s the problem. the lamps are fine.

III.

this is the third lesson you learn: you must always give in.

mother knows best. father knows best. doctor knows best. teacher knows best. this is the proper path. do not go astray.

listen to your elders, respect your betters, accept what’s given to you as your due. bow to the wisdom of experience, the education of the professional, the clarity of an external point of view.

what do you know about lamps, anyway?

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not naming names but i hate this character design trope

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I really fucking need to take a subby girl, put my weight on top of her and pin her to the bed, watching her squirm and whimper as I tease her incessantly with small nips and bites and growls, looking at how needy and melty she gets and how desperate she needs me to use her. I want to see how leaky and wet she gets for me, running my hands, my mouth and my tongue all over her body, marking every inch of it with my teeth as mine. I want to grope and play with her breasts, squeezing them and sucking on her nipples, leaving bruises all over them with my mouth. Once she can’t take it anymore, i want to rip her pants off, and drink her sweet sweet nectar, licking and tasting her tip taking all of her pre and watching her whine and cry with how sensitive she is before going all in and choking on it. I want to stare into her soul as I suck it out, working her with my mouth and hand until she explodes in my mouth, bucking her hips up and shoving every inch of her into my throat, letting her cock spill her sweet load down inside me, filling my belly with her warm seed. Once she’s done, I want to use her ass, flipping her on her side and scooting in behind, putting myself in her and shoving my fingers in her mouth, spitroasting her from both ends and feeling her shiver and melt into a little fucktoy for me, reveling in feeling how desperate and needy she is for me as I fuck her brains out, letting her cum again and again and again as I pound her prostate, drawing out every moan and whine from her sweet lips. And when I’m ready, I’ll pin her on her stomach, pressing my weight onto her fully as I bite into her shoulder, before flooding her ass full with my cum, impregnating her and filling her up. Once we’re done, collapsing from all the exertion, I’ll cuddle her, holding the poor broken girl in my arms and falling asleep then and there, in a peaceful bliss and euphoria in the afterglow of sex…

———THIS POST IS ABOUT T4T & WLW SEX———

——CISMEN DNI——

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y'know how when first meeting you, some dogs will just shove their noses immediately between your thighs? yeah that's me, my typa behaviour. forcing my face into your crotch and the moment the scent hits my nose i'm rock hard. poor thing humping your leg and mouthing at your parts through your clothes, lapping at the fabric even, getting drool on you. look i know that was stupid and bad timing, but give me one chance n' i'll be such a good dog... please?

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it rocks huge ass that you can just become a girl

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i was supposed to go to bed an hour ago dont tell my mom

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bunny yuri. Spread the news

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tell your girl you're proud of her after she's nasty for you

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hey do you mind if I have a crush on you...as a friend....

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Normalize this response

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Shoutout to the guy with the white cane at the emergency access door who heard me say "hello sir" and just dropped his head, sighed, and went "this isn't the entrance, is it." Either you're going thru some shit or you're a very funny criminal doing his best and I appreciate that

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Ok but like. What the fuck is there to do on the internet anymore?

Idk when I was younger, you could just go and go and find exciting new websites full of whatever cool things you wanted to explore. An overabundance of ways to occupy your time online.

Now, it's just... Social media. That's it. Social media and news sites. And I'm tired of social media and I'm tired of the news.

Am I just like completely inept at finding new things or has the internet just fallen apart that much with the problems of SEO and web 3.0 turning everything into a same-site prison?