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ALL MY FRIENDS really, really need to stop waffling on whether they are coming to shows or not. LCD Soundsystem is already sold out, and it was only in the pre-sale ticket stage. Resale tickets are already going for grossly inflated prices.

Uhg. I told you. I TOLD YOU. 🥀

#i deeply regret not buying more tickets #i guess we will have a good time without you you doinks #i offered 😭 now look at us #torn asunder #anyway. sad. but LCD ROUND THREE LET'S GOOOOO

changed my banner 1 (one) time and tumblr makes it look like shit!!!!!!!

#torn asunder #walk the plank

walking home from seeing I Saw The Tv Glow amd uh. der beat hat mich zerrissen

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Back when I lived in the south of the US, I used to frequent BDSM dungeons. There would be many from different flocks of life wearing gear (or none at all), and the two owners of the one I used to go to the most often were people I had done bondage scenes with on the occasion (I've had my chest lit on fire, I've had electricity ring through my body, etcetc).

Oftentimes, I would get into scenes with trusted individuals and walk away with knife marks, ropes long-gone etched into my skin. The only time I have ever felt close to getting into subspace was when I was hogtied on the floor, a person using me as demonstration to other would-be riggers (teaching where to tie to make sure nerve damage was less likely, consistently checking in with me to make sure I was comfortable and asking if any of my limbs were falling asleep or if breathing became unmanageable).

I have one memory inscribed in my brain. I had a knife as large as my torso dig into my skin and leave sting marks all over. My limbs tied, my body pliable. The man would kiss me at random while the dagger ached into me. I remember coming out of it after the scene was over, I remember the group of 20 onlookers watching that I had completely not noticed until coming out of the scene. I remember coming out of it and thinking of Dionysos but not feeling him *with* me, in the sense. There were many times that had happened. This was 6 years ago.

And I look back now, our relationship obviously has deepened. I see him more clearly in that moment than I did those years ago. Like gleaming eyes in bushes - like a predator watching the onlookers. the Watcher of watchers. Coming out of barely dipped in subspace and feeling his eyes in the dark corners of the room -- the procession of men seeing me bleeding and none being allowed to touch me -- He is the furthest back in the room in the darkest area and Watching everything and everyone. I would walk naked and bloodied and stinging and no one would bother me unless I began. I'd get home safe and make soup and bath and drink before sleeping. Wild lol.

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