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| I like to struggle for control, and ultimately lose it. This need for loss of control has manifested itself in many ways. On physical levels of getting the shit beaten out of me, or doing very physically demanding things. On mental levels of being forced or abused. On emotional levels of willingly giving over that control. Or channeling alternate forms of myself, that are not human or less than. I like it best when it feels wrong. There’s a lot more going on here and I’m having a lot of fun finding out.
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