Pros of letting my stage persona take over: I get lots of stuff done, the tremors lessen, my pain tolerance is better.
Cons: she can be accidentally intimidating, I already started making plans for three dates this weekend, I sweat more, alcohol cravings are worse (yay for me staying sober so far!)

Trying to plan out my days to make use of time instead of being consumed by the void. They asked, "what would you do if you were going to die tomorrow?" & I just broke down saying "I'd be so relieved its finally over, I'd just lay in bed and finally not have to worry," & that wasn't what they meant.

Moving house is stressful, I have three bodies all wrapped up that I never disposed of. I don't have space where I'm moving to & I don't think the local recycling centre will accept them. It's totally my fault for procrastinating until winter when the soil is annoying to dig, but still

When I flirt with a woman I'm like "I really appreciate our friendship," & "I feel safe with you," & I just sit with my yearning.
When I flirt with a man I'm like, "you look really snuffable, like you'd look good begging for your life on your knees," & "let's kiss on the grave of capitalism."

I was panic for a week thinking date night would be a nightmare & they'd hate me. Now I officially have an owner, bruises all over my body, and a laceration on my genitals. Do I feel a sense of peace and accomplishment? No, just mild relief. I'm still broken inside but I'm working on it!

Leaving lipstick kisses all over their body to show that they're mine isn't enough, I need to carve my name into their flesh. Is that an unusual desire to have?

I spent so many years of my childhood praying & hoping that I would die in my sleep, feeling nothing but sadness & anger; while also going through puberty & being horny all the time; it's not that surprising my erotic fantasies include my body being violently torn apart. I feel broken inside.

Delivered much needed supplies in a video game & the other players said "we should call you our lord & saviour!" My impulsive ass immediately replies "most men just call me their Goddess." My CPTSD-addled brain immediately thought I'd be called a slur (my voice is unfortunately NOT femme enough)

I told them "don't worry, I only kill men," & they laughed, which was nice, I'm glad being open & honest was a key to human-like conversation in that instance.

When I say take out, I mean a date, food, AND murder. If I'm going to murder my date I'll let them know beforehand, of course. Otherwise once they're asleep I'll go out in a revealing outfit & a man worth murdering will make himself known.

My perfect partner wouldn't even know where I live, they'd just summon me for a ritual, I'd bring a bag of toys, cook for them, make them see the goddess and beyond, comfort them, do some cleaning, then leave after bringing them breakfast in bed, disappearing into the void until they've recovered.

Cuddling isn't enough, I need our legs to weave together, our circulatory systems to combine, and our organs to share the same space.

I know its more of a valentine thing, but could I surprise my partner with their ex's head in a box for christmas? I want to make it a romantic day between us anyway, but if it feels like a weird gift I can figure something else out. Should I go with their ex's head or something else?

Whenever someone tells me "on Wednesdays we wear pink" or that I should wear pink on Wednesday, I always wanna say "oh so you missed the entire point of the fucking movie" but I don't because I don't wanna be mean. Should I just be mean?

My friends at Studio Meala (@studiomeala.bsky.social) just released a mini-episode of their show CLEAN KILL, which I've heard them talk about for years.
Please watch and share it so I can see the rest of it because it's really cool:
youtu.be/KAeV_4loc0c

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