I am honored to let you know that you have been accepted to Mr. H's School for previously gifted kiddos. The following contains your new uniform, your expected things to bring to your first day, and your new schedule. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow bright and early.
Please show up tomorrow wearing:
- a skirt (must end before 8 inches above the knee)
- a blouse
- stockings or pantyhose
- a diaper
- comfortable cuffs on ankles and wrists
With these supplies in a book bag
- 3 more diapers
- snacks
- a butt plug
- the vibrator of your choice
- a spanking implement of your choice
- a stuffie you don't mind humping
- something you don't mind showing off to the class
- head phones
- a gag of your choice
Schedule:
8-915: Math for when you're too horny to think
915-1030: physics (when a hard object meets an extremely squirmy object)
1030-1115: Sex Ed for the Cucky baby
1115-1230: Arts and crafts
1230-130: lunch
130-230: napping induced by hypno
230-345: English (the best adjectives to use when describing yourself)
I am very excited to have you in class and can't wait for you to meet your classmates.
For a while I was thinking about making a one-year of posting recap, thanking everyone for listening to my rants and working through all my incontinence hang ups. And talk about what I learned.
But it seems so trivial now. I have learned a lot about myself and this kink. And big thanks to everyone who I’ve met along this journey.
I’m going to try and keep writing, but it’s increasingly hard for me. This has all been a welcome distraction, something that I look forward too. It’s just hard.
As I said before, I’m an immigration attorney. I started my career last time he was president. It was a struggle, but it all felt worth it. Exhausting, but I was new and hungry to fight the good fight.
I made it through and I am proud of my successes. But once it was all over, I realized the toll it took on my mental health. It took over a year, four failed antidepressants, months of therapy, and a little help from my fungal friends to recover.
And now it’s happening again. Except now I’m tired from before. I remember the struggle and what’s about to happen.
Every part of my self-preservation instinct tells me I need to stop and run. That I cannot do it again. I’m scared I won’t be able to climb out of the depression hole again.
I’m already deeply stressed and anxious. I wake up sweating. Every call I get, every email I receive I flinch, hoping it’s not one of my clients’ spouses calling because the love of their life is detained. It’s already happening across the country.
But then I hear the fear in my clients’ voices. The terror that comes when they know their life—their family—can be ripped apart at a moments notice. I’ve met them, their spouses, their children. Some I’ve known for over 8 years.
And I know I could never stop. Not now when they need me most. Even though I know what it will cost me. I like to pretend it’s like this:
But I know it’s going to be a long four years. And far less cool. I don’t know why I’m sharing this other than I just need to get it all out.
And if I don’t post captions as often, that’s why.
Adding: if you or anyone you know are concerned, this ACLU page is great to share. It has many different languages.
Regardless of your immigration status, you have guaranteed rights under the Constitution. Learn more here about your rights as an immigrant,
to every trans guy: when you tell other people you're trans you don' thave you say you're "unfortunately" a trans guy, or that you have bad news, or something else to that effect. you don't have to say that. you can be proud of being a trans man. you can even be neutral about it. you don't have to hate yourself for it. people want you to, but it doesn't help anyone. its not unfortunate, it's a blessing.
Remember earlier this year when Boeing very clearly had a whistleblower executed? And law enforcement didn't even look for anyone or release any info about it or anything?
People keep comparing Luigi Mangione's case to the subway murderer who got off because of systemic eugenics, but I think there's something more apt about the fact that a CEO had someone executed in recent memory, with zero attempts to find a culprit, while they spared no expense at all to find (and probably frame, it's beginning to look like) someone who shot a CEO. It's always fine to slaughter if you're rich, but if you kill the rich, they will hunt you down.
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