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I am a queer and alternative alien who enjoys art, horror movies, listening to Kim Dracula, and thinking. I use they/them pronouns and any gendered terminology. Anti-homeschooling. Theist but not Christian. 🍂💀🏳️‍⚧️

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I'm an extremely strange person, and even strange people deserve to engage with content they enjoy and avoid upsetting things so here is my obscure list of things I'm into vs things I don't like seeing for anyone who plans to have interaction with me. Please respect me by only sharing content with me that I'm comfortable with.

Into:

•blood, guts, gore etc. especially artistic renderings of such subject matter but also real stuff.

•dirty filthy real life, puked on clothes, moldy walls (exception being cases of child neglect)

•horror, horror movies, horror art, horror books, spooky and scary stuff.

•bones and taxidermied creatures (I plan to have my cats tail done when she dies)

•obscure mental health, I do not judge people for anything including self harm, bulimia, DID, and personality disorders even psychopathy. Be crazy in front of me, I'm crazy too and I love talking about it.

•human bodies including if you resemble a skeleton or a beluga whale, have lots of scars or are visibly ill, won't trigger me, and I love looking at people.

•substances, ones I do and don't do, live your life homie.

•also some "normal" things like art in general, metal music, and alternative fashion are among my interests.

Not triggered by:

•death, dead bodies, talk of death

•seeing sh cuts

•sexual stuff, smutty fan fics, nude art, talking about your sexcapades

•talking about eds, body weight, behaviours.

•people disagreeing with me

•politics/who you voted for

•talk of suicide

Triggers/things I DO NOT like:

•promotion of homeschooling (homeschooling parents DNI)

•child neglect, hearing about or seeing child neglect

•animals being harmed (exceptions being a carnivorous animal eating another animal for food and humans hunting for food)

•religious extremism

•Christian based queerphobia

•SPECIFIC types of sexual assault being depicted graphically or spoken of intensely (things similar to my experience)

•people being happy in situations where they should be sad i.e. laughing while getting tortured

•this one is hard to avoid but I'll let you know if you do it: quoting my mother

Just for shits and giggles my paraphelias:

(please be over 18 when reading this part)

(seriously, minors, this isn't for you, go away!)

•control of physical needs, breath, bathroom stuff, movement etc.

•signs of the encounter afterwards i.e. bruises, hickies, feelings of weakness or soreness, fucked up hair, fucked up makeup.

•heavy makeup especially on men, manlier the man the hotter that is

•sexual extremes i.e. insertion of really big things, everything being filled at one time, intensive vibrating or even electrical things.

•nonverbal communication/not having to talk in words. I fucking hate talking, Id prefer it if the other party makes it so I cannot.

•personality filthy individuals, think motley crue.

•lastly as much as I'm a little ashamed of this one, skinny people. No shade to my fellow fatasses but there's something about bones that get me.

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Should I be mad if people describe my friend as "wheelchair guy" or "the guy in the wheelchair"? (when people do that it feels wrong to me, he's much more than that, he says he doesn't care but it really feels weird to hear him described like that)

yes, you should be mad

no, you should not be mad

you should not be mad but should say he's more than just that

Voting ended onMay 13

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Please stop posting about centipedes, it makes me sad. 😞

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[TW: severe child neglect]

"I rotted alive"

Words I say to convey the seriousness of my trauma...but those words don't sound so serious to me. When I say that each new ear is shocked to hear, some can't even believe it to be true. Those words don't shock me, it's just the truth...I hardly think about the fact that what I'm saying is reality. I was young, between 10 and 12...I had been in a state of neglect for longer than 5 years, since my parents started the homeschooling. I noticed a warming sensation on my neck, like icy hot...I began pulling at the mats in my hair, trying to look in the mirror. The smell was that of death, if you know, you know. I pulled my hair apart enough to touch the warm spot...it was slime where my flesh should have been. I woke my mom up, she'd been asleep for...a while. For me to wake her up, something was wrong. I say "I rotted alive" so flippantly but what I don't even bother to describe is the fear. I knew, no matter what, my mom would never reveal what has happened...and that if she couldn't fix it...I wasn't going to survive. She sat up, took a look and asked me what I did to myself. Nothing was the answer. Not nothing as in lacking doing something bad...but true nothing. We didn't have a shower, soap, hairbrushes. Nothing. She took a closer look and she said she was going to have to shave my head. I didn't mind. Scissors that were meant to cut chicken on the edge of the sink, they looked like they were from the 70s, she hacked off the big chunks then she got a razor from somewhere, shaved the back. I was taken to my grandmother's to shower, I didn't care about my hair, and activities like these were my normal...but man, it hurt. My skin was falling off. I was rotting. Alive. As I washed my head pieces of hair and bloody discolored flesh fell on the shower floor. I sat there for a while watching that happen, wondering if I will ever be a person or not. Then life carried on like nothing happened...my hair grew, I waited through trash to make myself my ramen noodles, I told my mom good morning, goodnight, and that I loved her as she laid in bed for most of my life, sometimes even sitting by her talking or drawing on random surfaces. Then, a few years later CPS was called...I was throwing little pieces of paper out my window and the neighbors took notice. My mom told me say anything I can to not let them in that house. So we lied. So... I lied, and I wasn't taken into custody, but we went to live at my grandma's and things got better eventually for some reason or another....but I'm thirty now and I'm still the kid that rotted alive. When people tell me I'm weird or criticize me for not knowing what other people do I just say.....

"I rotted alive"

Then I go on with my life as if I didn't.

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[bloq don't reqort] Tried my hand in some sculpting.

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Had to document this bruise that has a happy face on it 🤷🏻

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This will be permanent Kim Dracula reference #5 for me. It's a lifestyle.

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The most meaningful piece of art I have ever done. His skull carved open symbolizes the difficulty of living life authentically and how it can be extremely painful to face the associated judgement. Though the balloons pour out of the wound symbolizing how beautiful it is when you express yourself freely and live an open lifestyle, as he looks up at the balloons flowing out he realizes the pain is worth it. He inspires others, he fulfils himself and all his darkest desires, he doesn't hide himself for fear of social repercussions and because of that his existence is wonderful.

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My body does a strange thing. Every now and again I'll get an itty bitty red dot on my skin, small as the point of a needle, but when I scratch one blood will pour from it as of its an inch long styro. It'll do this for quite a long time. For other people I'm sure this would be distressing but I genuinely enjoy it because I get to see blood without harming myself or another being. I would like to know the reason for this though so if anybody knows please tell me.

If you don't like this sorta thing pls just scroll on.

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