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@dulcetdissonance
Fuck it. Here’s me.
Today is my birthday. I’m 53.
I had my first birthday party last year.
Kim threw it for me. It was just her and her daughter. They made me a spice cake with cream cheese icing and I cried. Man, I fucking cried for a long time. Kim was my best friend bat that point for 3 years. I was married and my ex was a horrible person. Kim couldn’t do anything kind for me without me being punished for it. So when we escaped, she celebrated my birthday.
I didn’t have a childhood. I didn’t have parents. I was unloved and unwanted. No hugs, no birthdays. I had nothing.
As an adult, I’m autistic and paring child support. 23 years of working everyday of my life. Not a single girlfriend or wife cared enough about me to ever celebrate my birthday.
Fucking core group of friends for 30 fucking years. 30 FUCKING YEARS. My “best” friend couldn’t throw me a party or celebrate my birthday. None of my friends did.
The few people who have wished me a happy birthday today are former lovers.
I spent so long helping everyone around me and doing for others because it’s what you’re supposed to do.
I’ve never felt so alone in all my life. I wasted DECADES on people who never deserved my love or friendship.
lol I never knew until Kim.
Oh this is what it’s supposed to be like. Kim has bronchitis. I’m
Happily taking care of her. She cared about me. She celebrated me when no one else cared to. She taught me.
She has my eternal love and loyalty.
Be careful. Don’t fucking waste a moment of your time with those who don’t celebrate you.
lol. lmao even
people really really want kink to be some predictor for evil. this will never happen because kink is straightforwardly just sexual (role)play.
you can not fucking convince me that 1. i need to know the kinds of sexual activities someone is being vague about 2. that whatever activities they're doing with an adult represents some kind of danger i need to be aware of
like, have i now become a sex pest by my radical stance "not really caring what adults get up to when they have sex" and not believing in "sinister sexual desires" that can't be expressed safely
i love incest ageplay and unbalanced power dynamics yaaaay. but not when it's icky 🫣
Mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.
Look, so many kinks and fetishes come from trauma and are a survival mechanism. We are all hardwired to SURVIVE and that sometimes is very different than living. Existing in those kinks safely with a partner who understands is therapeutic and healing.
The reality is that so many people have a hard time accepting things that they haven’t experienced or understand.
So yeah, I hide some of my kinks. My house and my world are a safe space where nobody kink shames. Like, I was raped as a child my entire childhood, I don’t know what I can’t remember and you don’t know what l’s going to turn you on or launch you into a kink or fetish space. I don’t want to be unfairly judged for having a fetish that is the result of the same coping mechanism that we all have.
No im never going to break laws. No im not a predator. But you probably aren’t going to get that my adoptive mother forced me to eat pussy and was fucking me and that at 52 having a woman rp and molest and rape me and piss on me has helped me heal more than that asshat therapist who was still asserting that men can’t be victims and that I would/am somehow a predator. Yeahhhhh would/am. Take all the time you need.
Most of the predators I’ve seen in any LS are guys who have zero kink and zero trauma who enter fetish safe spaces, especially those In power dynamics and take advantage. ( sub spaces, misgendering/detrans, CNC spaces) it’s not the people with the kink. It’s the rapey lying dudes trying to own a bitch.
Talking about “I’m a dom” LOL Uhhuh.
Bring up boundaries, hard/soft limits and safe words with a flat out “ you ain’t the fucking boss of me Steve, answer the fucking questions.
It’s always the same, the biggest offenders are the ones that fit into society the best.
I guess it is what it is.
Kink heals.
God dammit I need someone to violently ride my face now.
Olive strikes a perfect pose!
Well, I moved to Iowa.
It’s pretty but as a lifelong Northeaster if I see a group of blonde kids walk out of a cornfield it’s on!
As I drive across half the country, trying to make it home before the snow I am left to my thoughts and I am irritated.
See we had to drive across the country to drop off Kim’s kid, because her ex and his super cunty new wife are trying to take Kim’s child.
It’s laughable and they have no legal standing.
This fuck has cost me a job, and time and money.
In fact, that’s why I’m so fucking pissed. I live my life in a way where you don’t wait on me, you don’t do extra work because of me, I cost you no time, I never have to apologize to you because I don’t do others wrong, I in no way burden or inconvenience a single fucking person on earth.
Yet motherfuckers cost me. Time, money, sleep and I don’t even get an apology. I should get to hit every fuck in the face who costs me, with a fucking tree.
I think maybe I’m tired of being a good human. Decency certainly doesn’t fucking pay, doesn’t get me laid, doesn’t get me cool material shit and get the fuck out of here with your Karma bullshit.
I hate people.
This isn’t my autism. This isn’t me doing anything wrong. This is people being garbage.
I just don’t think there’s enough good left in the world to save it.
Why are all the road in Newton Iowa made of concrete squares? I’m not high enough….
Strip club tonight.
So Kim and I drove her daughter back to Newton Iowa from Harrisburg pa in one night.
Hanging out with her family and they love me, I feel accepted.
My molar breaks. Crown falls off, it’s brittle and breaks into chunks with pressure: I have root and sidewall in the socket, under the gumline, digging into my gums. It’s killing me. Kim’s dad grabs me a few tools and I dug it out. Kay asks me if I’m gonna put it under my pillow for the tooth fairy. I said no I’ll lose it, but you can nd keep the money. Her response “ NO! I don’t want the tooffairy to thinks that’s my nasty tooth! No! Put it on your nightstand”
I just stoops there a little shocked:
Last nights company Xmas party in Pittsburgh.
All I wanted to do was lay in bed, snugglefuck and eat pussy, nope. The Misses and I must drive to Pittsburgh and attend her company Christmas party. At least they put us up in a hotel overnight.
Back to that happy music. Because fuck this week.
Man, I am freaking the fuuuuuuck out!
Fast backstory, I hate animals that do human things, it’s not cute. So unless it’s like 2 Emperors tamerins that understand that they can only ever be 2 at a time existing, I ain’t cool with it.
Primates are terrifying. Giraffes are too, but that’s just my irrational fear. I have been rationally afraid of primates my entire life. Charleston H’s PotAs were amazing stories of rebellion and rights as I understood as a 9 year old. Not scary.
The remakes are terrifying. Outbreak was terrifying. The Legend of Greystoke was terrifying. George of the jungle was on point, King Kong is terrifyingly awesome but I’m a childhood Godzilla ToHo junkie.
Ai’ght so we are playing d&d (ThAc0 matters came at me human)
As a child I got in trouble for asking about exterminating all the monkeys and apes. Evolution could happen anytime.
Scary to me has always been things that are plausible. It’s been plausible to me from the first moment my child eyes looked into an orangutans eyes.
So legit fear and all my friends know it and think it’s laughable.
So, today we sittting there playing Castles and Crusades and my buddy asks if I hear about the escaped lab monkeys?
I’m like WUT!!!!?!!!????????? TEH FUCK YOU TALKIN BOUT?
These escaped monkeys, with the article that reads like the scenario of a spoof planet of the apes. That’s exactly what they would say!
I’M terrified, lol! No like for real like when I can’t sleep sometimes it’s cause my brain is like, what’s it gonna do be like when it really does happen?
Here we are!
Probably not, but maybe, nah , pshhhhhh, fuck.
It’s not the first escape The warnings to the public! Are you shitting me? What, who the fuck hired whatever fucking idiots who are letting the super smart weaponized outbreak primates escape? Have they missed the movies? It’s a private primate lab with medical and government contracts and in the interview process you had better be asking did you see outbreak? The planet of the apes movies? Heston? Whalburg or the Latest sets? 28 days later? No? Get the fuck out. NEXT! You’re not seeking a job at a primate lab just cause.
The whole thing is sus and seriously makes you wonder how many potential disaster movie plots in earnest and spoof are just running in the background.
Authorities say 43 monkeys bred for medical research that escaped a compound in South Carolina have been spotted in the woods near a fence s
I think The Avalanches is one of the greatest acts that ever existed.
This video makes me happy. Like tears in my eyes happy. I have no idea why, but it does.
Every Mathew McConaughey movie, Something borrowed, Titanic, serendipity, you’ve got mail, it could happen to you, enchanted, my best friends wedding, sleepless in Seattle, moonstruck, four weddings and a funeral, letters to Juliette.
Like, I’m a guitarist man, Will Ray was my guitar god when I was a youth. ( Roy Clark as well)
This album and this band served me many miles driving across west Texas and Wyoming. Good music and moonlight in my rig was wonderful, till the 4wheelers woke up.
This is my definitive self anthem. There is no other song that describes me or my life as this does.
Just one of those songs that aptly describes my mood and makes me smile
Where the waves are highest
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