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journietheseer.bsky.social
doubling down on posting-sickness alt acct for everything i dont want people i have to interact with in person knowing about im still working on who i am, i think i want to take estrogen, and i think im somewhat of a lesbian but thats about all ive got
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can i handle this? have i grown enough to not need constant reassurance in a relationship? if im only feeling well while im in a relationship, does that mean i dont deserve it? im scared that she'll understand who i am as boring, as without wants or ambition aside from that to be seen and recognized

i need to jerk my gf off with one of my big fluffy socks after wearing it around all day then for another few hours after she soaks it

okay but whats actually wrong with AGP? i spent so long utterly disregarding myself, why cant i be a lil horny when im feeling cute, as a treat

scouring thrift stores and estate sales for haunted dolls to put my penis in

i need my gf to leave me more clapped out and gaping than an electrical outlet on an amtrak train

depilatory powder is a sensory nightmare but damn i cant wait to get fucked in the ass

also i need to eat out her taint on her birthday

sure im moving out for a lot of reasons but once someone looks at you like youre her favorite person in the world before sticking her tongue down your throat, you kind of dont care how abrupt it looks to your family, especially if the family dynamic was already irreparably soured

maybe its unreasonable to fully alter my life plans around someone i met a bit more than a month ago, but those life plans were listless and apathetic as shit anyways, and i cant wait to be around someone who wants me around rather than to my parents whom i constantly have to justify my existence to

the circus is in town, you're so excited. attractions abound; 'the worlds strongest naan', 'hot pipes sally' etc. something draws you to the freak exhibit, "witness the filthy freaks" the usher barks. you peer in and gasp. it's you; twelve of you, identical. the usher spits, "fucked up, ain't they"

didnt think i was that into smell until i got to keep the shirt my gf fucked me in

*about to reach for a soda, but stops like im in a point and click adventure game* "i cant drink that, i need my cum to taste as good as possible before valentines day"

i have nobody else in my life i can talk to about how i randomly lucked into meeting someone i click really well with and live near on t4t and now its looking like im gonna get my brains fucked out by a taller, older, professional, (claimedly)fat-cocked, beautiful woman that communicates wonderfully

i feel like im at the start of a tale about vampires, the way im a country bumpkin whos been invited to a mysterious and wealthy benefactor's place in the city shes taking me to a planetarium on valentines, and i cant brag to my internet friend cos shes going through it and my other friend is my ex

everyone needs to go download the t4t app, its literally magic, i went from depressed as shit, trudging through the mud that is life to being spoiled by a woman a decade older than me in less than a month

in my ongoing mission to kill my sense of shame, ive found out how touch starved i am and how good hugging plushies feels

talking so someone on t4t and she used interlocutor in a sentence im so in love

okay youtube has makeup tutorials but that doesnt let me stare at you while you paint my nails

Stop saying "nonconsensual BDSM" It's not nonconsensual bank transfers, it's robbery. It's not nonconsensual boxing, it's assault. It's not nonconsensual coming over to hang out, it's breaking and entering. It's not nonconsensual body modification, that's a class C felony.

material oppression? is that like when trans women make fun of me for wearing plastic dresses i bought on amazon?

if tiktok doesnt get banned im gonna start posting there

balatro gave me a freeuse fetish, i need to be straight-up demolished while i work on green difficulty

i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt i need hrt

i was talking to an online friend about storing girl clothes, and i just said id put em in another tote bag right next to my bag of sex toys and they were like "damn you *have* sex toys????" and i realized ive been taking em for GRANTED

it won't happen but out of everything this place should copy, I need the "turn off retweets" button on individual profiles. I know it's the artist's way to show the new pic for diff timezones but there should be like a 3-shot limit before I teleport to your house to scream YES I'VE SEEN IT at you

i NEED to learn how to get the most out of my njoy pure wand

new rotedisaster audio god bless

bloodborne trick weapon concept, a big fuckin book on the end of a stick, the spine is a hammer, and you switch to using the pages for slashing damage (papercuts)

obsessed thinking about unorthodox cuddling positions

pube discourse on tiktok currently, hell yeah

i go one day without attention and im withering like a finicky houseplant

ballhurt andy

i feel like a pansexual in my heart but a lesbian in my brain on account of the whole lived experience thing, can anyone else confirm having a similar story

i need a hanging pegboard with little masking tape outlines of all my sex toys, i cant keep feeling MAXIMUM STRESS INSTANTLY thinking ive left my prostate massager in the sink when its just at the bottom of the tote bag ive been rummaging through for 30 seconds

trying to cultivate my ass by not pawing at myself and wearing the njoy 2.0 plug all day, i wanna figure out how to successfully wear it through an 8-hour shift so i dont lose my mind of boredom it has been 97 hours without cumming

standing in my kitchen, thinking about fat women, hard as wrought iron #poetry

REACTION TIME: (Difficulty: Heroic, PASSED) "This probably isnt a good time to come out, fuck."

honestly my mental health has gotten so much better since i split a portion of myself off to be a horrible little pervert online

i wonder if i can ask for estrogen for my birthday, would that be weird?

i ffffffffucking hate myself, i hate that im so lonely that i get obsessed over every person that gives me a modicum of attention, i have no brakes, and it leads to me putting incredible expectations upon random ass people which sets me up for disappointment and then further isolation