I Am Love

He/Him 22. Clown urge ventblog. French. I’m sorry

[pawtulant]

Gove me A Clown

Another one ??? That's 4

[pawtulant]

GIVE ME CLOWN AND GIVEME NOW

ok. 3 of them

[dijesters]

I think I should encourage my boss to capitalize off of my clownishness. He should advertise The Nonbinary Barista With Jingle Bells

[dijesters]

Boss got very angry with me today. He said that if I had one more slipup I would be fired. Apparently being a non binary barista doesn’t come with protections? In 2024? So fucking stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. I turned up my clown nose at him and honked in contempt, to which he responded by storming out the breakroom. If anybody has any tips on how to suppress my natural clown urges it would be very appreciated. I ammalso struggling to type as my clown gloves have become one with my hands and I can ot get them off

[dijesters]

They speak to me in foreign tonguws and dare to utter innocence into my twisted world of honks. They mock my forced silence by speaking only nonsense. Looking down… watching me… taunting me… they jingle my bells and you Laugh. They shout to me DANCE MONKEY DANCE and oh God my feet hurt so badly but they hitme with Whips and Stone me until I am bloodied and bruised and I Dance. I Dance so it stops. So I may be free from the pain of performance

[dijesters]

I post for Myself and for my Worms

[pixiexbites]

[dijesters]

Eating my signature meal: a chicken and mayonnaise toasted sandwich. This is the only thing that provides me with a sense of normalcy anymore

[phantomhivestims]

Jester Stimboard

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[dijesters]

Jumped on a table at work today and started serenading the customers. They tipped me extra but I’m perturbed. The symptoms are worsening

[dijesters]

Is this what is left of my life? I honk desperately at the walls of my empty room, but they are deaf to my alienated form. This clownification was the last step in a long process of God trying His very damndest to prove to me how othered I am from everyone else in His forsaken world. I have been twisted by His hands, molded into something hideous. Something which jingles when it walks, an amalgamation of all that makes an human. I find myself utterly victim to my urges, making a fool of myself at every turn with eternally lessening self-control. My boss hates me, customers fear me, fish do not even want me anymore and I walk these streets utterly Alone. My jingles echo infinite in the cold dark night…

[dijesters]

I am constantly wriggling my worm. Amnd by worm I mean This

[dijesters]

Transformed into a clown Help me

The week before last I awoke from uneasy dreams and found myself transformed in my bed into a clown. When I had gone to sleep the night before I had been wearing my usual Hot-Pink Batman Pajamas and black trenchcoat (I used to consider myself Emo and would wear such things to alleviate my emo dysphoria.). Instead of waking up wearing my Usual attire I found myself dressed head to toe in a very red very scratchy Clown costume. Honestly I didn't think much of it but I cannot remove my clown hat without feeling a sense of all-encompassing dread and it really triggers my sensory issues to have something on my head at all times. If anybody has any advice on what to do in my situation that would be really helpful I need to take this off my head because my boss started looking at me strangely after the first three times wearing it to my job. also I'm struggling with clown urges and fig cravings but figs are not growing this time of year and my clown urges are unacceptable socially so if anybody has any suggestions I would like that a lot thankyou