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Psalm23_4

Ammonia Apprentice
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About Psalm23_4

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  • My pronouns are..
    she/her

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  • I'm into..
    Sadism / Masochism
    Spanking

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  1. So this guy is a friend from middle school, clever, funny and super energetic, and I've always been sort of interested in him even back then. We went to different high schools but kept in touch. We've been speaking a bit more these days as his university has programmes I'm interested in and I was asking him for detailes. He still makes comments that make me roar with laughter; he genuinely hasn't changed much throughout the years and I soon realised nor does my interest in him. Neither of us has been in a serious relationship before and I've no idea how to even try to steer the topic towards this when we chat (he's a bit of a nerd, it's been ages since we last went to school together, and I'd had a slightly traumatic experience regarding romantic feelings). Any advice on what I should do/whether I should do anything at all?

    1. Seifer69

      I suppose the only thing you can do is talk to him. Talk together in a place you both feel comfortable and see what happens

  2. Been reading some literature recently regarding anthropological methodology, including how they carry out overt (with those being observed aware) and covert (with those being observed unaware) observation within communities both online and offline, and couldn't help but wonder whether there are anthropologists lurking around this site pretending to be one of us while in reality doing fieldwork and working towards their dissertation regarding fetish subcultures lol.
  3. Never really been proud of my Aspergers but never been ashamed of it either.
  4. I wondered what the problem was; I mulled over this thought in the same way I contemplated the pressure in my bladder, as if it were some distant concept instead of an actual issue I needed to worry about. Desperation, as far as I knew, was not a “normal” sensation, hence there must have been a problem since I was feeling that way. The question, then, is what the problem was. It was drizzling outside, but that should not have been a problem, as it was the last lesson on a Thursday afternoon, and after that I would be free. Psychology should not be the problem either; it was not exactly my
  5. Decided to write a fanfic based on the most recent book I’ve read. Tried my best to imitate Margaret Atwood’s style; hope it turns out right. Sheets. Not the gleaming silky ones you would find in hotel rooms in the times before, nor the crisp white ones I had got used to in my room - my room, as I would call it now; it seemed like heaven, compared to the room I am in now. They are grubby, stiff, with wriggly pale blue stripes that cover it like creeks on a barren landscape. A tiny window. Conveniently located in a place I cannot see while lying on my bed. I lie most of the time, st
  6. I'm applying to several courses at different unis, at some it's called English Language and Literature and at others it's just called English. Rational choice since I've always been interested in language and literature (English was my only A when I left high school lol). Not sure of my career path yet but I kinda want to become a teacher. There are others who work in Media and Communication, Finance, Journalism etc.
  7. As an English-major-to-be it's kinda interesting to see ideas from the other side lol.
  8. Based on real experiences. Attempting to make light of the trauma by putting it on paper. May be depressing and potentially triggering. 95% narration, 5% wetting. “Anything else you’d like to share with me?” My teacher asked after I had finished telling him, in a relatively calm voice, about a portion of all the unhappy events from my past. The blazing morning light was streaming in through the office windows; this February had been an unusually warm one. Not good news for me. My arms were firmly wrapped in long black sleeves, a futile attempt to hide the aftermath of my
  9. To quote roughly from something I've read a while ago but couldn't remember what it is: “It's always the abused who has to deal with things the abuser has done.” Couldn't really find words to comfort you right now, and being one with mental health issues myself, I can only imagine how traumatic this is for someone already dealing with anxiety (I remember reading somewhere that you have anxiety of some sort; correct me if I'm wrong). Surviving in society is tough, surviving in society as a female even tougher, and while I am typing this line in anger and despair, I'm sure things will get b
  10. Not a guy but I'm pretty sure I've read somewhere that humans don't have pubic bones
  11. PS: Just thought I'll add that this story is rewritten from an omo-free version in my native language so apologies for any incoherence.
  12. I like lavender as well. My favourite fragrance is rose but good ones are quite difficult to find. Hope someone can tell me a brand since as female I'm surprisingly unfamiliar with perfume brands lol.
  13. Just asking for some perfume recommendations since I've nearly finished my current one (of some obscure brand) and want to switch to some better ones. I kinda prefer the kind of fragrance from flowers over that from fruits lol. Needn't be too expensive as I'm still living on my parents' paycheck. Any recommendations are appreciated.
  14. Being desperate in the lesson of my favourite teacher, or seeing a teacher desperate.
  15. Очень рада подзнакомиться! 20, straight female, southern China.
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