“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?”
I once had a dream that my room mate was pitching me a short legion fan comic that went something like Caesar: I'm not sure if I understand, could you explain it to me again? Vulpes: Ok so, in the drawing, this fox here is my fursona-- it's supposed to represent me. Do you like it? Caesar: Sure... so, who's this bull with the huge dick? Vulpes: Oh, that's you! then the last panel was to be Caesar with a vietnam flashback face. I tink about this a lot.
This is just a canonical interaction between them before Caesar rubs his temple and is like 'can we talk about what you heard on the strip now'
*through gritted teeth* it doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be done. it doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be done. it doesn’t have to be-
Maybe this is TMI, but I’m honestly to scared to bring this up to a friend or my therapist, and for some reason I feel better committing this knowledge to the void that is the Internet more than brining this up to other people.
Idk, talking about sexual trauma is just hard, especially when there’s a nagging part of you that says you deserved it or it was your fault that you were in that situation.
Idk, when I told my mom that I was assaulted by a drunk guy I was acquaintances with in college, she said it was my fault for letting him into my dorm, and I think about that a lot. It was the first real time I had opened up about an experience like that to anyone, and I think it may have colored the way I see all of my past experiences. Because of this, I couldn’t even tell her in person or over the phone that I was raped two years later. It took me two weeks to come to term with the fact I was raped at all, and I wasn’t anywhere near home at the time, so I told her over text because it was bothering me in the middle of a class. Because of this, she still doesn’t believe that’s something that happened to me, but that’s a whole other can of worms.
The reason I got to thinking about this is that there’s this girl I like, and I think she likes me back, and part of me *wants* to be intimate with her even if it’s not sex, but I don’t know if I could even if I wanted to. It’s hard for me to imagine getting any enjoyment out of any sexual situation because nearly every sexual experience I’ve had has been a negative one.
So like, I’ve been trying to figure out why I am the way I am, and it hasn’t been pretty. Every time I turn over another stone, I find something ugly underneath. I ask myself why I can’t watch normal porn, and I remember that every time I was exposed to it was not of my own volition. I ask why I find shared bathing erotic, and I remember that I was regularly molested in the bath/shower by my dad’s girlfriend’s daughter who was effectively a babysitter. I can’t be in control of my own sexuality because it’s always felt like someone used against me or pushed on me in a moment of vulnerability. The only sexual situations I’ve had that have been 100% comfortable to me are ones where I’m all alone with no one to stare at me like a piece of meat, and even then I can’t even reach orgasm on my own because it’s like it’s too emotionally painful to work myself up to that point, or I feel dirty for indulging that part of myself. This doesn’t even begin to cover the fact that I wasn’t comfortable with the fact that I’m attracted to women until college when I was finally away from my mom, who treated me like a completely different person until I forced myself into a relationship with a guy for a month or two.
Beyond that, not only was I raped by a close friend who said he could “fix me”, but I fucking forgave him when he said he wanted to see me again. We got drunk at a strip club, he took me back to his place, had me give him a lap dance and molested me while trying to get me to come by talking about the girls at the bar. I’ve never told anyone about this or the thing about the babysitter because I’m too ashamed.
So many people have come into my life just because they want to fuck, and I don’t know why. I’ve always seen myself as disgusting, and among other reasons, maybe this has something to do with it. I feel ruined, unclean, like I can’t love anyone. I can never be a bride or a groom because I don’t feel like a human being worthy of that kind of happiness— I’m tainted. I’m unclean. I hate everything about myself and my body, so how could I ever love someone else? I’m just scared and don’t know what to do with myself.
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Listen. I wouldn’t just fuck an alien. I’d take an alien out on a date, to their favorite restaurant. I’d marathon an aliens favorite show with them. I’d spoon an alien every night. I’d bring an alien little random tokens and gifts to remind them of my affection. I’d help an alien work through their emotional issues and family baggage. I’d adopt a shelter pet with an alien and raise him as our very own son. I’d grow old with an alien, every blissful year of our union reminding us of how much we cherish each other. I’d make love to an alien.
