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#spilled guts
sixsixtysixinkblots · 10 hours ago
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Fuck this shit! I don't care about large events beyond my control involving people I cannot judge because all that is handed to me are a bunch of rehearsed words, because all information that is finally reaching me has been manufactured and or sterilized and or coloured and or added to and or subtracted from and or distilled and or interpolated. Nobody who claims to know can actually know. I have seen something with my own eyes and then have almost dismissed my own senses from the colouring of my experience from another's POV. This is how gaslighting is possible. This affects me the most when ten people who "know" tell me about the same thing in their own way with their own "facts" each claiming that all the others are idiots and liars and demand that I be vocal about it. NO! How do you make an educated, intelligent guess based on ever changing facts? What is a fact even? How is documentation done? How should I trust this process? It makes me feel very helpless, desperate and then i just want to shut out that world about which I hear and I cannot sense myself. DamN! The earth is flat and everything is american propaganda!
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sixsixtysixinkblots · 11 hours ago
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I was making a list of dicey crime patrol episodes to write to the show about, but I am afraid that if I write about their take on Bastar and Dantewada, they will just take that particular point, label me and not even consider the basic sexism in their portrayal of women that I will point out. However not addressing those makes me a hypocrite of the highest order. I am definitely worried about how women who live their lives on their own terms are portrayed but these women are basically from places where they can take the first basic ten steps to rebellion until they are killed, what about the ones that cannot even start? All the episodes of crime patrol that I had watched till now, concentrated on "social evil", backward, bestial practices in remote parts of India and mostly revealed how inactive and inefficient the police could be with or without intent but suddenly this has changed and now the police is like the american FBI. O kno
I had always thought that crime patrol always steered clear of overtly politicizing their episodes like every other crime show in India. I mean, India is not like America where people get away with horribly prejudiced portrayal of black, asian, latino and islamic people. Everything is riot prone and the media justifies a lot of content manipulation through this. I don't know what to do...
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sixsixtysixinkblots · 13 hours ago
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There is something utterly disgusting about a political candidate and cinema actor suddenly waltzing into your local street and starting to kiss everybody's babies. God! Have some shame.. if they really wanted to kiss your random babies, they would have done so before they wanted you to hand them the right to your life in exchange. You have already sold your spine to your local goon, now your babies too? How can people be so desperate for some two-penny cake face to touch their children? They are spreading around vile casteist, sexist, racist opinions, religious intolerance, ignorance and sucking out the right to have a job despite qualifications from your baby and you are scared of corona. How gross!
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thelostpsyche · 2 days ago
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I guess I was, am and will always be 'others' or 'a stranger' for you.
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jeserani · 3 days ago
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overthinking
She: I'm exhausted
He: go to sleep
He pulled me close. My back to his front, his right hand bellows my neck and the other wrapped around my stomach. Our legs tangled and his breath started to even out on my neck. Sometimes in the middle of the night, he nuzzles my hair or rubs light touch on my stomach. Hours pass by and I'm still there, listening to his soft snore, blanketed with his warmth, and surrounded by his clean, fresh, citrus scent.
He: you can't sleep
He mumbled on my neck, but I kept silent. He turned me to my back and started kissing my neck. Going up to my jaw and the back of my ears. I whimper, shiver around my body, while he put a couple of fingers in me. I moan.
He: you're dry
She: ehem
That never stopped him though. I never get wet easily. He got down and bit my tits, while giving more pressure on side of me. I was slick and he started to pull out his fingers. In, out, in, out. He made sure to add pressure every time he got in and sucked and bitten my tits, hard. I was so close when he stopped and thrust hard into me. So hard it hurt. It's not my first time, still, he's able to stretch me so much. With not much wetness, it hurts and burns so much more. He takes speed when I'm slicker, that's and ready to come. But he stopped, balls deep in me.
She: No.
I whimper and tremble. He didn't move. Instead, he poured light kisses around my face, his thumb makes a circular motion to my clit. I cry out loud.
She: Please
He's torturing me. Held my orgasm and stop every time I reach my highest peak.
He: Please what Cher?
He pulled out and in at high speed and full force, then stopped. I sigh. Need him to finish me.
She: Please make me come
He: Why do you think you deserve that?
He put another light touch around my clit and moved so slowly. I'm getting wetter every second and he is still holding back.
She: I'm sorry, I really tried to sleep.
He: ehemm.
He knows I lie. I think too much it made me hard to sleep and he hates that. He hates that I argue in my head instead of talking to him. I keep silent. Holding my thoughts, while he holds my orgasm. He moves so slow, so sweet, so good and stops every time I reach my peak. Pour light kisses on my face. I close my eyes and plead. Over and over again. He won't give up. He can hold back so long it hurts my lower abdomen after stretching too long and cannot have my release. He will torture me until I talk to him. I groan when he starts wetting his hand and rubs my backdoor. He put a finger inside, and I reached my peak, again. But he pulled out.
He: mon amour.
And I cry. Tears spilled down my cheeks. He kissed them away.
She: I wonder when you will realize I'm not worth your time and leave me. I'm a mess.
He: we are all children.
He put his fingers in my anal and started to move. Slow and sweet. Light kisses pouring from my face as tears stream down. He picks up speed and gives more pressure.
He: come for me
I explode. His trust getting faster and harder and in my second orgasm, he came.
Sated. I sleep like a baby afterward.
He: I cannot promise you to not leave, but I can promise you to fight for both of us as long as I can.
He whispers when I drift to sleep. I thought that was just a dream. A good one.
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