#chat: massimo

[forgottenbones]

Alcuni post mi danno l'impressione di "questa sarebbe potuta essere un'email".

[ropebuny]

could you please post a list of kinky movies???

other than Secretary cause I already know that one haha

I actually haven’t seen that one yet ! it’s been on my watchlist for forever, I need to get around to watching it. and I haven’t actually seen many kinky or erotic movies unfortunately, so pls ignore how bad this list is but. I did my best ok. also pls keep in mind I haven’t seen every single one of these listed movies yet but I added them because their descriptions seemed to fit in here

bloodsisters: leather, dykes, and sadomasochism (1995) dir. michelle handelmann

videodrome (1983) dir. david cronenberg

crash (1996) dir. david cronenberg

from beyond (1986) dir. stuart gordon

good boy (original title: meg, deg & frank) (2022) dir. viljar bøe

belle de jour (1967) dir. luis buñuel

blue velvet (1986) dir. david lynch

the night porter (1974) dir. liliana cavani

venus in fur (2013) dir. roman polanski (🤢🤢🤢🤢)

venus in furs (1969) dir. massimo dallamano

sleeping beauty (2011) dir. julia leigh

the slave (1969) dir. pasquale festa campanile

liza (1972) dir. marco ferreri

the laughing woman (1969) dir. piero schivazappa

the forbidden photos of a lady above suspicion (1970) dir. luciano ercoli

the punishment (1973) dir. pierre-alain jolivet

successive slidings of pleasure (1974) dir. alain robbe-grillet

the story of o (1975) dir. just jaeckin

crimes of passion (1984) dir. ken russell

tightrope (1984) dir. richard tuggle

seduction: the cruel woman (1975) dir. elfi mikesch, monika treut

tie me up! tie me down! (1989) dir. pedro almodóvar

female misbehavior (1992) dir. monika treut

bitter moon (1992) dir. roman polanski (🤢🤢🤢🤢)

basic instinct (1992) dir. paul verhoeven

bound (1996) dir. lilly & lana wachowski

strictly speaking (1998) dir. kirk demorest

tops & bottoms (1999) dir. christine richey

first love (2004) dir. matteo garrone

s&m judge (2009) dir. erik lamens

be my slave (2012) dir. tōru kamei

kink (2013) dir. christina alexandra voros

wetlands (2013) dir. david wnendt

folsom forever (2014) dir. mark jensen

mr. leather (2019) dir. daniel nolasco

saint-narcisse (2020) dir. bruce labruce

divinely evil (2020) dir. gustavo vinagre

I cut your flesh (2020) dir. samhel

the pleasure of rope (2015) dir. bob bentley

fetishes (1996) dir. nick broomfield

venus in furs (1995) dir. maartje seyferth, victor nieuwenhuijs

new love in tokyo (1994) dir. banmei takahashi

the bedroom (1992) dir. hisayasu satō

beyond vanilla (2001) dir. claes lilja

the piano teacher (2001) dir. michael haneke

salon kitty (1976) dir. tinto brass

the duke of burgundy (2014) dir. peter strickland

pvt chat (2020) dir. ben hozie

in the basement (2014) dir. ulrich seidl

leap year (2010) dir. michael rowe

fruits of passion (1981) dir. shūji terayama

o fantasma (2000) dir. joão pedro rodrigues

a snake of june (2002) dir. shinya tsukamoto

islands (2017) dir. yann gonzalez

querelle (1982) dir. rainer werner fassbinder

sex, lies, religion (1994) dir. annette kennerley

love (2015) dir. gaspar noé

moonlight whispers (1999) dir. akihiko shiota

cruising (1980) dir. william friedkin

trans-europ-express (1966) dir. alain robbe-grillet

[gaytamorfosi]

You can stay with Me

🇬🇧 ("Puoi stare con me" Versione Inglese)

Massimo was drinking his coffee standing in the middle of the living room, staring at the objects he had just purchased to decorate his small apartment in the center of Milan. That little house had cost a fortune, but at least now he lived near the bank where he worked. The decorator had done an excellent job, the apartment looked like it came from a photo in a furniture catalogue, plus Massimo's refined style and obsession with cleanliness meant that the apartment always remained perfect, like new. Massimo's life was divided between work and that small empty apartment. Even if the space available was very little, Massimo would have shared it very willingly, he had been dreaming of a relationship for some time, but at the dawn of 45 the poor employee had stopped fantasizing, also because his relationships (in the rare cases in which started) did not last more than a few dates. Massimo had some relatives (whom he rarely heard from) and a small group of friends, who very rarely was joined by anyone else.

That Friday evening Massimo's small group of friends had invited him out for a pizza, but it had been a hard day and Massimo didn't want to go out with the usual people to hear the usual conversations, much less in front of a slice of fat and greasy pizza. Massimo often fasted; he had a complicated relationship with food. His physique was frail and thin, sometimes people looked at him and wondered how such a lean body could support that big head full of black hair. Massimo shaved and waxed: the streets of Milan were full of young, handsome, thin boys who seemed to be blessed by nature. Massimo had chased that ideal of beauty for years, but at his age he looked almost grotesque filing and limiting his small body. Massimo used to be chubby as a teen and was terrified of becoming like that again, his body would have gained mass without too much effort if he hadn't placed all those limitations on himself. His body was like an oak tree that had been given the treatment of a bonsai, cutting off all the branches and not giving it the chance to grow.

At one in the morning a notification interrupted the music, which Massimo had been keeping in the background for hours with his Bluetooth speaker. In the "friends" WhatsApp group Paride had written: "Guys, I missed the last train, I think I have to see if there’s a replacement bus or if I can call a taxi". Paride didn't always go out with Massimo and his friends, because he lived in the province and had to take the train to reach the center of Milan. He was 28 years old, not too tall, a little chubby but with a nice face. He was polite and kind, Massimo liked him a lot but knew he had no chance with him, because Paride had been having a relationship with another boy for some years, a practically perfect relationship, if marriage between two men in Italy had been legal those two certainly would have been married.

Massimo was sorry to have missed an outing in which Paride was also there, but perhaps luck that evening had given him the very rare chance to spend some time alone with him. "If you want you can sleep here with me" Massimo wrote in the group chat, blushing. Paride and Massimo, even though they had known each other for years, had never spent time together alone, Paride's boyfriend or some other friend was always present. In addition to this, Massimo was very shy and rarely entered into his friends' conversations, so when they were in a group, Paride barely looked at him.

"OMG! Thank you very much Massimo, I'm on my way"

After 25 minutes, which seemed like an eternity to Massimo, Paride rang the doorbell and Massimo opened the door. Upon entering, Paride took off his shoes, he had already been to Massimo's house and knew well that that was the rule in his house, because Massimo hated dirt. For Paride, entering Massimo's house was always a bit like entering a sanctuary, he was terrified of breaking or dirtying something, even just breathing made him feel out of place. After some lukewarm pleasantries, Massimo invited Paride to sit on the sofa, the conversation ended immediately and an awkward silence filled the air.

"Do you want something to drink or eat?"

"Just a glass of water, thanks, the pizza made me thirsty"

Paride drank slowly, trying to fill that silence that seemed suspended in time. "Should I sleep here?" Paride said pointing to an inflatable mattress properly prepared with sheets, pillows and blankets. He was usually self-confident when he chatted with friends, but now he almost seemed embarrassed. Instead of his eyes, Paride stared at his friend's slender feet, embraced by two white and red socks made of thin fabric. Paride had a weakness for men's feet, it wasn't really a fetish, but there was a sort of attraction. Taking his gaze away from the socks and placing it at random on the turned off television he thought: "I wonder if this thing of making guests take off their shoes is an excuse to see them barefoot", then he forced himself to think of something else. "If you prefer, I'll leave the bedroom to you, I've already changed the sheets" said Massimo. The image of Paride in his bed was exciting to Massimo, even though he knew full well that he wouldn’t dare to join him.

-No, this mattress will be fine, I don't want to be too intrusive.

-Are you sure?

-Yes, you are already giving me such a great gift by letting me stay here.

Massimo in his bed struggled to fall asleep, he couldn't remember the last time a boy had stayed with him to sleep; Paride had not stopped by to spend the night with him, yet Massimo was thrilled that he was there, in his house. Around three in the morning Massimo woke up with a start: Paride was getting into his bed. "What happens?" Massimo asked, "Sorry, I didn't want to wake you, I think the air mattress has a hole. Does it bother you if I sleep here?" Paride replied.

-Don't worry, come, I'll make room for you.

-Thank you, sorry again, I ended up being even more intrusive than I thought.

-No, I should be sorry, I didn't imagine that the mattress was punctured.

Paride climbed into bed trembling, his skin was frozen because the floor in the living room was very cold, he crouched down where Massimo's body had warmed the sheets. Massimo's heart pounded like a bass drum in his frail chest, that made even more terrified at the idea that Paride might hear him. Massimo didn't even have time to ask himself why the boy hadn't chosen to move onto the sofa, his blood slowly leaving the brain to fill a pulsating erection, which was very difficult to hide when sharing the bed with another person.

Paride pretended to have already fallen asleep, but the fact of sharing the bed with a man who was not his boyfriend did not leave him indifferent either. The image of Massimo's thin feet continually recurred in his head: they were so perfect, they seemed to have come out of a drawing. Minutes passed, in the room there was a silence that seemed almost tangible, alive, as if the silence was a third person, who had to take up his space and forcefully demonstrate his presence. "I wish there wasn't this embarrassment, I wish our relationship was different" they both thought.

It is in the most unthinkable moments that the most incredible things happen.

While Massimo was trying to turn around to hide his erection, his foot brushed against Paride's, who tried impulsively to push him away, but by moving his leg he accidentally slipped it between Massimo's, realizing that the owner of the house was quite excited. “Sorry,” they chorused. "I tried to hold back but I can't do anything about it" added Massimo after a few seconds. "I take it as a compliment," Paride said, barely holding back a laugh. "Who would have thought that you were so well packed" said Paride, "Such a small body combined with such a large and intrusive penis, your proportions should be corrected". Where had such an absurd statement come from? But at that moment Paride couldn't let those words fall back into silence again, the embarrassment would return and it would be much more unbearable than before, so he decided to continue talking: "Actually you are already quite tall, it makes sense that your penis is larger than the average one." Massimo wanted to sink into that bed, shame was devouring him, he didn't notice that his member had started to grow more than it did with a normal erection, it seemed to obey Paride' fantasy like a well-disciplined soldier. "You should be the type of person who eats a lot and works to put on muscle mass, because that thing on such a skinny body is jarring." Massimo's body swelled; Gallons of warm, blood coursed along the fibers of his pulsating muscles, which multiplied in size by the second. Massimo looked like a different person, he no longer looked like a dehydrated twig, but was much more like the oak tree that genetics would have allowed him to become, if only he hadn't skipped meals and joined the gym. "Your personality should also be changed, you should be a little bolder, determined, demanding and ambitious."

A sudden desire for revenge ignited within Massimo, who had the courage to reply: "You talk too much, you're not perfect either, start with losing a few kilos". Paride' body began to do the opposite of Massimo' and as all the excess weight vanished, the skin on his body became toned and firm. Paride seemed more and more like one of those kids so envied by Massimo. "You speak without thinking, you sound like a kid between 19 and 20." Paride quickly rejuvenated, forgetting the relationship he had had for 6 years. "You've become too confident, I don't accept comments like that from just any friend, you can only allow yourself to say things like that if you're my boyfriend."

Paride turned on the light on the bedside table, but neither of them was surprised to see the other totally transformed. "What were we talking about?" Paride asked. Massimo had the impression of having argued, but he absolutely didn't remember what he had said, then he lowered his eyes and saw the throbbing erection which, despite everything, was still there, more present than ever. "Now I understand why you woke me up" said Paride, putting his hand in Massimo's underwear.

The next morning Paride woke up and saw his boyfriend, Massimo, getting dressed.

-Are you going to work today too?

-Living as a couple in the center of Milan isn't cheap, you know, that's why I have to go.

-Can't you stay here with me in bed for a while? Today is Saturday...

-I already told my boss that I would work on an unfinished job.

-You're really sexy in a suit and tie, you know?

Paride reached out towards the belt that Massimo had just fastened and began to unfasten it, then buried his face in his package. "Aren't you satisfied with what we did last night?", Massimo said as he got excited again. "You seem to still be hungry too" Paride replied with a mischievous smile.

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𝘓𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭'𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪 𝘵𝘶𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘵à, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰. 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦.

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

[aprilias]

Just for my own documentation (and anyone else’s if they want it) here’s a summary of Thursday at Silverstone. This is going under the cut because while this is a summary, I myself cannot summarise the words lmao.

The basics/area/idk how to describe it:

- Arriving at the track it really feels like more people are here for Thursday than last year (hopefully this continues for the weekend since this is regularly not a well attended race in comparison).

- There was also so many people wearing different merch whereas the last 2 years have been pretty much Marc and Vale. Fabio I think actually looked the most popular this year, but there was a surprising amount of Martin fans.

- The one thing I’m disappointed about is that last year they changed the bit around the fanzone from grass to gravel and it’s the same this year. It makes it a lot more inaccessible and its so difficult to get to the activities and stuff.

- In fact I think they changed the layout way more this year but it was still fine, just weird that they don’t want us touching grass lol.

- The fans as a whole behaved well but there were a few people that were rude, not necessarily towards the riders but towards other fans.

The paddock:

- The paddock opened at 11 but the queue started at like half past 10, but it really didn’t take long to get in so it was fine. It was ridiculously hot though.

- The paddock itself is massive, but for the GP teams its too small unlike the old layout. They’ve had to add a secondary part at the back for some of the smaller teams in Moto2/3 for their hospitality and motor homes.

- They didn’t have anywhere to get drinks in the paddock unlike last year. We wouldve had to leave to get drinks but luckily we bought water and they had refilling stations.

- We wanted to get to the pitlane for the bike reveals and the queue was… well just absolutely ridiculous to put it mildly. We decided to skip it which was sad but we got to watch the reveals on the screen (Yamaha and Pramac won for me and I love Trackhouse’s too).

The auction:

- The auction is so fun. Basically all the riders put something of theirs, for example a knee slider or boots or something, and then people bid (slightly ridiculous) amounts of money for them for the two wheels for life.

- Joe Roberts was brought on stage and he was giving away part of his race winning bike from mugello??? They got 4k for it.

- Jake Dixon was there on stage but he was ill. He brought Summer (his daughter) out on stage and she waved at all of us which was so cute.

- The auctioned a Prosecco bottle that was signed by Johann Zarco, Jack Miller and wait for it…. Pecco Bagnaia. No one else seemed to care how ironic that was but I burst out laughing.

- Johann Zarco talks a lot. By a lot I mean he may as well have presented the auction himself. That’s all I can say about the MotoGP riders that I didn’t know already.

- Actually I just want to say that Fabio seems really shy and reserved but he knows how to work a crowd. The British crowd absolutely love both him and Rins but I genuinely think he’s the best supported rider here, maybe even more than Marc.

- He also did the auction for his boots which was absolutely hilarious. He wanted to buy them himself too but got outbidded 😭

- Also Remy kind of said on stage that it appears he will be doing another year of WSBK with Yamaha!!!!!

- We left early because of the rain but it was so fun, if I had money then I would’ve been bidding on stuff but it was fun regardless.

The riders (and team people i suppose):

- Met the Moto3 baby goats extremely early and David and Collin are both lovely and so polite too.

- Ran into Massimo Rivola. I have a picture with him and he smiled at me when he saw I was wearing Aprilia merch. Also found Pablo Nieto and Frankie Carchedi and said hello to Nadia Padovani.

- My friend saw Somkiat in the motorhome and shouted at him, and he kind of jumped and pointed but he came down for a chat and a photo. Again, he is probably one of the, if not the, nicest person in the whole paddock.

- Found Celestino and again he is so nice but also comes across as really shy. I actually told him he was my favourite out of everyone and he seemed really grateful for it (unless he thought I was crazy which is also possible).

- Saw somebody who I thought was J.A. Rueda but I’m not 100% sure. Also ran into both Senna Agius and Jeremy Alcoba and when I tell you those boys look the same its crazy.

- Saw Albert and had to stop myself from apologising that I jinx him every weekend. Also a great guy it seems and we saw him a few more times after that.

- Not saying it’s necessarily him all the time but it’s two years in a row I’ve had a very negative experience of a certain #1. Never said hello or anything when people said it to him, unlike literally every other rider (yes including Fabio and Marc and any other person you want to try a pull a gotcha card on).

- I need to issue a public apology to Jorge Martin because I saw him on his scooter and shouted “Hola Jorge” from a distance and following that he got swamped. He’s not off the shit list but he was actually a nice guy. I also asked if he could sign anything Aprilia yet (thought I’d ask because i had my pen and cap) and he smiled and said not this time.

- I have had skin-on-skin contact with Fabio (not even out of context: he touched my arm while I was helping him escape on the scooter from a crowd).

- I didn’t see him but my friend did and the good news is for the first time in two years Pedro has arrived at Silverstone not on crutches!!!

- Saw Maverick, Aleix and Enea (who was walking back and forth around Aprilia for some reason). They were down the opposite end to all of us but all smiled and waved. Maverick disappeared somewhere so I’m pretty sure he’s a wizard.

- Found Luca who was lovely again. Also Miguel who said he has given up dentistry now!! Again lovely and stopped for as many as he could, as did Bezz.

- We stopped to get some shade, which conveniently ended up being outside the Yamaha hospitality. Got a picture with Remy and I got thrown off because he was speaking perfect Italian to someone.

- Saw Sarah (Jake’s wife) and we said good luck to him for the weekend, and we asked where he was but she told us he was ill (which you could tell from the auction lol)

- David Muñoz was laughing at everyone queueing for and just sat there on his bike.

- Saw Ai and he was really patient because I could not get the camera to work. Again such a lovely guy and in case anyone was curious: he and Somkiat are still really good friends and Somkiat was riding Ai around on the same scooter so they’re still cool.

- I said it earlier but favourite rider of the day: Tony Arbolino aka loml. I cannot even tell you how nice he is because that deserves a post in itself. He was so happy I had his cap that he thanked me before I could thank him for signing it (his signature is interesting to say the least lmao I put the picture so you be the judge). Also some man offered to take our picture but I didn’t realise and I’m fairly confident it was his manager.

So yeah this was basically my day. If you wanna ask about any other riders cause I saw so many (the ones I’ve mentioned are the ones I have pictures with or of) then feel free to ask but yes 11/10 day, would recommend it to everyone. Hopefully we have a good weekend to follow!

[persa-tra-i-miei-pensieri]

Cari affezionati tumblerini siamo ormai oltre la metà di settembre e visto che non c'è due senza tre ho deciso di creare anche per quest'anno il mio PHOTOBER, modificandolo un po' per renderlo più semplice e meno stressante.

Il tema scelto sono le vibrazioni positive (good vibes) quindi per il mese di ottobre ogni settimana invito chi vorrà partecipare a scattare da un minimo di 3 ad un massimo di 5 foto che vi trasmettono vibrazioni positive, così da riportare un po' di pensieri positivi in una società che vive nel grigio della monotonia e della depressione.

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Negli ultimi due giorni (30-31) sceglierò il miglior scatto inviato/pubblicato da ogni partecipante raggruppandolo in un unico collage per celebrare la fine del mese tutti insieme!

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[tiaspettoaltrove]

L’imprevedibilità dell’ignoto ci mette tutti a rischio. [Parte I]

Durante la notte appena trascorsa ho sognato una collega. Una donna con cui ho lavorato, per circa due anni, fianco a fianco. Ora siamo in due settori diversi, ma in quel periodo eravamo letteralmente a pochi centimetri di distanza l’uno dall’altra. Per otto ore al giorno, tutti i giorni (perché non c’era stato ancora il “coviddi” e quindi l’inizio del lavoro da casa in Italia). Ha dieci anni in più di me, tuttavia mentirei se scrivessi che non esercitò su di me un certo fascino. E lo sappiamo, ragazze: certe sensazioni non spariscono mai completamente, del tutto. Ora non ci vediamo quasi mai, praticamente. Se capita, capita veramente di sfuggita. Ogni tanto ci scriviamo nella chat di lavoro per questioni squisitamente professionali, ma finisce lì. A volte basta però incrociare la sua presenza anche solo per qualche istante, e qualcosa riaffiora. Non ero innamorato di lei, ma da parte mia c’era sicuramente una “cotta” importante. Andavamo d’accordo, si scherzava, si rideva. Una volta mi diede addirittura una sculacciata, ma non reagii come avrei voluto. Perché comunque sia parliamo di una donna impegnata, peraltro con un altro collega che è una bravissima persona. Quindi, è ovvio che avrei voluto quantomeno ricambiare quel piccolo gesto in qualche modo, ma ho scelto la via più giusta, più lucida, più matura. Non tutti lo avrebbero fatto, e lo so benissimo. Ma io non sono “tutti”. Io non disgrego le famiglie, e non lascio che tutto vada a gambe per l’aria solo per un capriccio di natura erotica o sessuale. Questa donna mi attira, all’epoca mi attizzava proprio, ma sono abbastanza intelligente da capire che non avrei mai potuto intraprendere con lei una tradizionale relazione sentimentale. Penso a come sia facile vivere una contaminazione di emozioni contrastanti, seppur importanti nella loro portata. Una volta la stavo salutando, perché di lì a poco si sarebbe assentata per qualche giorno dal lavoro. Ci abbracciammo, e ricordo ancora quanto ce l’avessi duro. E quanto fosse forte il mio imbarazzo, perché non volevo che se ne accorgesse. Tant’è che scelsi di ritrarmi subito. E in un’altra occasione, c’incrociammo nel corridoio che porta ai bagni dell’ufficio. Lei improvvisamente mi abbracciò forte. Era un periodo difficile per lei, e io ne “approfittai” prendendomi tutto quell’abbraccio. Come voglio ampliare questo discorso? Mi soffermo pensando a tutte le situazioni, nella nostra quotidianità, che ci toccano intimamente. Quei piccoli gesti, quegli istanti fugaci, in cui è come se ci staccassimo dalla nostra dimensione terrena e andassimo altrove. Più che chiedermi se si possa davvero essere fedeli (e immagino di sì), mi domando più che altro quanto sia facile abbandonarsi a qualcos’altro. Cos’avrà provato lei? “Ti vedeva solo come un collega, al massimo come un amico”, mi rispondereste voi. E sono d’accordo, anche io credo che fosse così. Ma quello a cui la mia mente realmente pensa è all’imprevedibilità, all’ignoto, alla gamma infinita di situazioni che si possono presentare in ogni singolo istante della nostra vita.

[stanzadellenecessita]

BUONGIORNO

Ho avuto un idea questa notte, nell' era dei social e della messaggistica in tempo reale il valore di in conversazione si è un po' persa quindi volevo provare questo esperimento.

In pratica voglio sviluppare una conversazione in cui si può al massimo mandare un messaggio al giorno a mo di lettera.

Chiunque vorrà partecipare può scrivermi in chat, un messaggio di presentazione e per dirmi che è interessato/a a questa cosa.

Vi aspetto!

[piccolaaa3]

Quando provi un gioco (tanto per passare del tempo) e in una settimana diventi vice capo dell'alleanza in cui sei entrata perché "ma si, sono stati i primi ad invitarmi, al massimo esco se mi trovo male.."

E poi ti ritrovi a passare più tempo a sgridare e cacciare fuori gli altri membri dall'alleanza rispetto a quello che passi effettivamente a giocare.

Il prossimo che non rispetta le regole gli arrivano tanti di quegli insulti in chat che solo il Signore lo potrà salvare. Sacramento che nervi, manco avessero 2 anni.

[der-papero]

Non so se vi rendete conto di cosa ho avuto in regalo ieri dal buon @egemon, che ringrazio per la bella serata (che rifaremo), oltre che per il regalo 🤗

Cioeeeee, 1987 😍😍

Cimelio prezioso per la mia collezione, che adesso sta cominciando ad avere un po' di volume.

Lungi da me convincervi a fare una roba simile, perché io ucciderei chiunque provasse anche solo ad osare di chiedere in prestito tomi di cotal guisa, ma ci provo comunque, non si sa mai.

Se avete libri un bel po' datati, ma che non siano stati presi a calci o fatti saltare in aria con un petardo, di

ogni ramo della matematica (in particolare la trigonometria)

tutto quello che ha a che fare con la teoria dei segnali e le comunicazioni

ogni cosa legata alla navigazione, dalla quella terrestre a quella astronomica

informatica (mi raccomando, roba massimo anno 2000, tutto quello che è stato scritto dopo è pura merda, e ovviamente stiamo parlando di libri tipo come quello nella foto, non "come imparare ad usare Word in 3 giorni")

Papero si fa carico anche delle spese di spedizione, ovviamente solo nel caso in cui occupi prezioso spazio e/o volete farmi felice privandovene a malincuore ma mi volete troppo bene e/o avete già deciso per la pattumiera, perché dovete fare spazio all'ultima puttanat... ehm... capolavoro letterario sfornato.

La chat è aperta, fatevi sotto, non siate timidi.

P.S. per favore, non mi scrivete "ce l'avevo, ma l'ho buttato" che mi spezzerete il cuore 💔

[contronews]

🇮🇹 113 miliardi $ per i terroristi Ukraini

Gli USA, per loro stessa ammissione del DHS, includono gli AZOV fra i terroristi di estrema destra al massimo livello di pericolo.

Gli USA hanno finanziato i terroristi Ukraini per 113 miliardi $.

2023 = Terrorismo + Rapina + Presa per il culo

🇺🇸 $113 billion for Ukrainian terrorists

USA, by its own admission of the DHS, includes the AZOV among the extreme right-wing terrorists at the highest danger level.

USA financed Ukrainian terrorists for $113 billion.

2023 = Terrorism + Robbery + Bullshit ———————————————— 📡Vai a ControNews 🎙Entra in Chat 🚨Sintonizzati sul SEGNALE

[anchesetuttinoino]

“È triste vedere come, nel mondo degli odiatori di professione, persino un semplice commento di auguri di buon Ferragosto possa scatenare insulti di massa e offese gratuite“

[ambrenoir]

🔴L'amore che uccide: imparare a riconoscere i segnali delle relazioni tossiche

L'amore dovrebbe essere un rifugio sicuro, un luogo dove ci sentiamo compresi, amati e supportati. Purtroppo, però, non sempre è così. Esistono relazioni che, anziché farci fiorire, ci avvelenano lentamente, sottraendoci energie e autostima. Queste sono le famigerate relazioni tossiche.

Spesso è difficile riconoscere una relazione tossica perché l'amore, all'inizio, può mascherare atteggiamenti nocivi.

👇🏼Vediamo allora insieme come individuare i segnali di una relazione che ci sta facendo del male e soprattutto, come allontanarsene per ritrovare la nostra serenità.

🔺Segnali che identificano le relazione tossica

Gelosia possessiva e ossessiva

La gelosia è un sentimento naturale, che può nascere dalla paura di perdere la persona amata. Tuttavia, nella relazione tossica, la gelosia si trasforma per diventare possessiva e ossessiva. Il partner può arrivare a controllare ogni interazione, dagli spostamenti alle chat di WhatsApp, dalle pubblicazioni sui social network ai like e commenti lasciati. Un controllo che può arrivare anche a limitare le uscite con gli amici o con la famiglia, creando un isolamento progressivo.

🔺Critiche continue e svalutazione

In una relazione sana, il partner sostiene e incoraggia. In una relazione tossica, invece, si subisce una pioggia continua di critiche continue e svalutazione. Il partner ci fa sentire inadeguati, sottolinea i difetti e minimizza caratteristiche positive e vittorie. Un logoramento continuo, che fa perdere la fiducia in sé stessi e l'autostima.

🔺Manipolazione e colpevolizzazione

Il partner tossico è un abile manipolatore. Può agire tramite minacce velate rivolte a sé stesso o a te oppure ti dà la colpa dei suoi comportamenti. Ciò ti porta a sentirti sempre in torto, anche se la colpa è palesemente sua.

🔺Isolamento dagli amici e dalla famiglia

Per avere il massimo controllo su di te, il partner tossico può cercare di isolarti dalle persone care. Ti scoraggia dal vedere gli amici e la famiglia, facendoti credere che siano loro a "creare problemi". In questo modo, ti isola e ti rende più "attaccato" e sensibile alle manipolazioni.

🔺Minacce e violenza, fisica o psicologica

Nelle relazioni tossiche più gravi, si può arrivare a veri e propri abusi. Minacce verbali o fisiche, umiliazioni, violenza psicologica e aggressioni diventano la normalità.

🔺Il circolo vizioso

In alcuni casi, chi finisce in una relazione tossica può arrivare a provare un senso di dipendenza affettiva. Si crea un circolo vizioso: litigi, promesse di cambiamento, periodi di apparente felicità e poi di nuovo malessere. Piccoli, spesso insignificanti segnali che però potrebbero posticipare la decisione di troncare.

🔺Come terminare una relazione tossica

Liberarsi dalla trappola di una relazione tossica non è facile, ma è un azione fondamentale per il tuo benessere psicofisico. Ecco alcuni consigli che possono aiutarti a effettuare questo distacco:

Ammetti di essere parte di una relazione tossica

Il primo passo è riconoscere la situazione per quello che è. Non giustificare ulteriormente il tuo partner e non minimizzare i suoi comportamenti.

🔺Cerca supporto

Confidati con una persona di fiducia, un amico, un parente o uno psicologo. Parlare aiuterà a chiarirti le idee e a trovare la forza per allontanarti dal partner tossico. Un professionista, come uno psicologo, potrà poi aiutarti a comprendere le dinamiche della tua relazione e a sviluppare strategie per uscirne nel modo più sicuro e consapevole.

🔺Fai un piano per allontanarti

Non lasciare il partner all'improvviso. Prendi il tempo necessario per pianificare la tua uscita dalla relazione. Cerca un posto sicuro dove stare, se necessario, e organizza il modo per recuperare i tuoi effetti personali. Informa le persone care della tua decisione e chiedi il loro supporto.

🔺Stacca completamente

Appena riesci a liberarti da questa relazione, interrompi ogni contatto con il tuo ex partner. Non tornare indietro sui tuoi passi, non rispondere a messaggi o telefonate. Eliminalo dai social media e blocca il suo numero. Allontanati da qualsiasi ambiente che potrebbe metterti in contatto con lui.

🔺Sii la tua priorità

Uscire da una relazione tossica è un percorso impegnativo che richiede tempo e dedizione. Durante lo stesso prenditi cura di te, sia fisicamente che emotivamente. Mangia sano, fai movimento, stai nella natura, frequenta persone, riposati e divertiti.

🔺Non mollare

Dovrai affrontare momenti di sconforto e di nostalgia. Quando arriveranno, ricorda le ragioni per cui hai deciso di allontanarti dalla relazione e concentrati su ciò che vuoi. Non mollare, ne vale la pena.

🔺Ricorda: molte persone vivono relazioni tossiche e riescono a liberarsene. Impegno, supporto esterno e autostima ti permetteranno di uscire da questa trappola, avere serenità e ciò che meriti.

Dott.ssa Liberati Giuseppina

𝓭𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓭𝓲

#𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪̀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓮

[gabbiadicarta]

Ciao ele, ho 16 e sto con un ragazzo di 22, ma sebbene sia la piccola tra i due fa fatica a comprendere i miei ragionamenti e il senso di rispetto e lealtà che ho. Sono venuta a sapere che mentre ci sentivamo stava ancora con la sua ex che ci è andato in vacanza da solo e poi un weekend con lei e la compagnia, durante questi giorni ha deciso di non chiamarmi mentendomi e dicendomi “che gli davano fastidio le domande” ho accettato la cosa in quanto non fosse ancora ufficiale la nostra relazione. Questa cosa mi pesa molto perché la ho scoperta io e quando gli chiedevo come è andata a “…” mi rispondeva che era andata tutto bene e che era con amici. Ne ho parlato con lui e la sua spiegazione è che da 6 anni che stavano insieme ma lui ha continuato ad usarla per solitudine e ha deciso di andare a fare quel viaggio per non mettere in mezzo le famiglie in quanto ancora amiche e continuare a fare finta di stare insieme. Mi ha raccontato poi che non lei non era una persona tanto sana, che gli metteva le mani addosso e che ha cercato più volte di rimanere incinta senza il suo consenso. Mentre parlava con me ha giurato che non ha avuto rapporti con lei e che al massimo la abbracciava perché doveva ricambiare per le apparenze. A me questa cosa fa male, volevo mi chiamasse quei tre giorni in cui era via con lei e io non lo sapevo. Volevo che mi scegliesse e volevo addirittura non essere una scelta in quanto non penso di essere paragonabile a una persona così poco elegante come la sua ex. Cosa dovrei fare? Perdonarlo? Mi ha fatto sentire tante volte sbagliata e quando gli ho chiesto di informarla di noi in quanto continuava ad insistere e a chiamarlo, mi rispose che non aveva senso e che era solo un dispetto. Scusa per il papiello, ma ci terrei mi rispondessi❤️

tesoro, io non vorrei dirtelo così, ma sono quasi sicura che dentro di te tu sappia benissimo che ti ha raccontato una valanga immane di cazzate. non usi una persona "per solitudine" se a casa ne hai un'altra che ti sta dando amore.

non esiste mentire su una cosa così importante come il passare UNA VACANZA con la tua ex, ma non esiste proprio. per non parlare della scusa della ex pazza, tipica, usata dagli uomini per manipolare meglio e per passare come le povere vittime della situazione; ci sono stata con uno che aveva più ex pazze e ti assicuro che alla fine della storia quello da rinchiudere in psichiatria era lui.

ti vede innamorata, ti vede fedele e probabilmente un po' ingenua, è consapevole che al tradimento te ne vai, ma è anche consapevole che tieni a lui, quindi ti sta facendo credere cose che non stanno né in cielo né in terra per tenerti buona al suo fianco.

considera, inoltre, che un ragazzo di 22 anni che guarda le ragazzine di 16 è già un problema con le gambe. sei anni di differenza alla tua età sono tantissimi, gli obiettivi di vita sono completamente diversi e il modo di ragionare vale lo stesso (com'è giusto che sia!), ma un ragazzo più che ventenne che cerca attenzioni in una di sedici, la dice lunga su tantissime cose. so che forse tu non lo vedi il problema, ma te ne renderai conto con gli anni ciò che intendo. (tu non hai assolutamente colpe in questo, sia chiaro. anzi).

finisco dicendo che tu non devi essere l'opzione di nessuno, men che meno per il tuo partner. tu devi essere una priorità. valuta bene il modo in cui ti sta facendo sentire, perché la relazione in cui sei invischiata è parecchio complicata e potrebbe farti molto male.

se hai bisogno di parlare o confidarti, scrivimi per qualsiasi cosa però, anche in chat. mi farebbe piacere riuscire a spiegarti meglio le mie esperienze e i miei punti di vista. ❤️

un bacio stellina.

[yourdirtiestdreams]

le foto le pubblichi?

Non credo sinceramente

Sono al 99% mie, l'1% le avrà in chat al massimo forse

[precisazioni]

mi chiedo: una persona, in media, con quanti individui interagisce ogni giorno? quanti ne vede di persona, quanti ne sente via chat e quanti al telefono? sono abbastanza sicuro che i numeri siano più alti dei miei, dato che per ognuna di quelle categorie posso racchiudere una, massimo due persone, più una manciata, mai numericamente rilevante, di contatti vacui ed occasionali. non è qualcosa per cui il più delle volte provo sconforto e, in maniera analoga, mi pare che già dedicarmi a quelle persone sia abbastanza stancante; ma appena pongo il confronto con chiunque altro, ecco che mi sento bizzarro

[bruggle]

When I say that Brook and X butt heads when they first meet, I mean it

"Brook, I need to turn in my report to Commander Signas," X explains. "Stay here and do not move, okay? I'll be out in just a second." Brook rolls her eyes as she nods. X, however, doesn't take that as an answer. "I mean it, Brook," he sternly repeats. "Do not leave this hallway." Brook groans, giving him an exasperated look. "Fine," she grumbles. "I won't." X gives her one last meaningful glance before turning to the door and entering the room.

And now.

She waits.

And it's boring.

Brook lets out a huff as she looks off to the side. Seriously, who does X think he is? She's not some kid; she's more than capable of taking care of herself, thank you. With that, she decides that maybe she'll take a small look around. It won't take too long, and she won't wonder off too far. She just... wants to see. The Maverick Hunter Headquarters are... the stuff of legend, after all. Not even the Guild has half the equipment here.

Besides, what could she possibly hurt?

With one final glance back to the door X had went into, Brook decides to chance it and head off on her own. There's... not too many landmarks; reploids don't need to make mental maps nearly as much as humans do, after all. But it's all cool to see nonetheless. She's so engrossed in her exploring that she doesn't hear the footsteps that come up behind her.

"How on Earth did you manage to get in here, kid?" asks a... somewhat familiar voice, as Brook feels the hood of her coat get picked up. She yelps as her feet leave the ground, leaving her facing... Massive? Matisimo? Brook doesn't quite remember his name. Just that it started with an 'M'. The green clad reploid had been there in the Maverick outbreak she'd helped out in, Brook recalls. ...It speaks volumes on how entrenched she'd been in wandering that she didn't notice him. Or a testament to his self control for such a huge reploid to be able to sneak around.

"Well?" The hammer weilding hunter asks. "Seriously, kid. You're not supposed to be here. You could get hurt." Oh. Of course he wouldn't recognize her. She'd been Minnow at the time. Even so, his tone is quite annoying. And Brook can't help but glare at him for it. The green clad reploid merely raises an eyebrow at her. He lets out a sigh as he turns back towards the hallway she had just left. "Alright then," he muses. "Guess we're going to Signus."

Wait.

That's where X is at.

Crap.

Well, there went any chance of not getting in trouble...

As the reploid carrying Brook makes his way back through the corridor, she notices a sight that makes her heart sink.

A very peeved looking X.

Wonderful.

"Oh, didn't realize you were back, X," the green clad reploid says. "I'd stay and chat, but there seems to have been a stowaway." At least his tone is amused.

"Thank you, Massimo," X replies, and there it is. That's his name. "I'm afraid she's not quite a stowaway. She's with me. This is Brook." And oh. That look. X is definitely not happy with her.

"...What?" Massimo asks, completely confused. "You babysitting or something?" X heaves a sigh.

"Something like that," he admits. "It's a long story. But, I will be speaking with her about wandering off when I *specifically told her not to.*" Brook can't help but wince. He's absolutely mad. Massimo shrugs, finally letting Brook down from his hold on her coat. And before she can even take a step, X has her hand in his grip. "In any case, I hope we can catch up later," X continues, not letting her go. "Maybe I'll be able to explain everything. For now, however, I unfortunately have to leave. There are a few things I need to prepare."

Massimo nods, waving to them. X waves in kind as he drags Brook off. Mindful of his pace and grip, of course, but definitely dragging her. It's when they exit the headquarters, and X still has not let go that Brook begins to protest. "X, seriously," she complains. "I'm not a kid! You can let go of my hand now!"

"Oh really?" he snaps. "Because I seem to recall telling you to *stay put.* And yet, you seem to have been unable to do so." Brook snorts, beginning to try and wriggle her hand out of his grasp. It's fruitless, of course; gentle as he is, X is still a reploid with reploid strength. He's not letting go unless he wants to.

And he definitely isn't going to.

But she's going to make her displeasure at the fact known.