I need someone to touch my wires.
Stroke, pull, yank, bite, doesn't matter. I want someone to physically reach inside me. Touch who I am.
A little bonus is if they accidentally pull on the panels, trying to reposition their hand but they bag on my casing from the inside? Amazing.
Saying ‘I’m too aroace for this conversation.’ used to be my way of telling my friends: I have nothing to contribute here. I don’t understand. I’ve tried, and I’ve let you speak. But I honestly can’t respond truthfully because I have no thoughts to respond with.
But now I just say it whenever to try and see how many hoops I can make their brains jump through to connect ‘best carpet colour for a hotel room’ to romance and/or sex.
good evening fellow people who are normal
realizing im like the privileged upper class of objectum. i get to operate an x-ray machine regularly. do you know the level of boner inflicted by utilizing a machine that's technically slowly killing you? that devours so much power the lights flicker? that you have to flip a very strong switch to turn on and noticeably jolts you with the noise it makes as it powers up?
it/its ✩ aroace autistic ✩ hal9000 ultimate fanboy ✩ 19
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