What do you know? You know just what you perceive.
And when you grow, each thread of life that you weave will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs as you sell your soul and you sow your seeds.
And you wound yourself and your loved ones bleed and your habits grow and your conscience feeds on all you thought you should be, I never thought this could happen to me…
…unless I see you playing piano in person outside of my person that is -so- not your person.
I’m not retarded & I don’t have a tic disorder & I’m not a homosexual. Also I identify as female. And to top it all, I turned back into an asexual virgin. In practice. I hope you can appreciate & understand & respect & honor & obey my candor.
In the meantime …. I have to have a sexual orientation to protect them.
There are spirits trying to hack all sexual orientations (even though they have one too), by trying to create a uni sexual orientation so things like a lesbian saying no to me would be illegal. They’d have to fuck me.
I’ve examined this problem much closer than you Ichthus. There’s some shit out there that wants the hurdles gone.
If everything is socially constructed & you have nothing to hang identity on, dissociation and lack of boundaries make you an easy exploit.
Context is everything, though.
If you don’t want to be a mom (again), don’t allow a live sperm into your vaginal canal or “petri dish” or whatever.
If you don’t want to be a dad (again), don’t insert a live sperm into a vaginal canal or “petri dish” or whatever.
If you don’t want to be parents, prevent the insertion intersection…or block the communication.
At the end of the day, “nature” gives no effs how you identify. It WILL conceive what you sow into it despite all your/our FREAKING ANTI-SCIENCE DELUSIONS that are understandable, given x, y, and z.
So, yeah. The protecty thingy. That’s a relevant issue still for some people.
This is stupid in public forever.
Soooooo freaking stupid.
Torture chamber stupid.
Just stop.
My imagination identifies with reality in the right context.
There are limits to my creativity set only by self=other.