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I am not happy with this life. I feel a sense of responsibility towards this body that has supported me so far. So, even though I have thoughts of ending this life, I do not want to hurt this body. So, in this life, only this body feels like something I do not want to destroy. Maybe I have this thought just to disguise the fact that I do not have guts to just die.
I have talked to few people that are there in life about same problem over and over again, I have talked about how I feel like not living to both active as well as passive listeners. I have found myself talking incessantly to the point that I feel tired, and I want to never speak again.
I find myself going back to my emotionally unavailable mother, to the mother who justified abuse she faced as well as to the abuse her children had to go through. Now when I have time and time again told her that abuse is not right, she thinks I should move on in life. I should forget whatever happened for more than half of my life, I should forget what affected me so deeply and badly.
I keep going back to her, saying the same thing again and again just to curse myself later for talking about events that hurt me the most to an unwilling listener.
Now everyone in my house either pities me or just tells me to move on. I am angry at them, but I cannot blame anyone. They are in the same boat as me and they have no better solution. I posted about my problem two times here. Everyone had something to say, and I got nothing new from anyone. After few suggestions I did not know what I was supposed to do. I feel like if I do not consider what someone says as solution, then after some time everyone would eventually leave me at my own. I do not want sympathy or pity. I want to stop feeling so powerless.
I have so many problems that I do not know what emanates from what or where I am supposed to start from. At this point I have no support. There are two worlds: one where people know to talk and have conversations and solve differences or understand other person's perspective, the other one is where one with power is right. My family is from the second world, especially my father. I understand where he comes from, but now I feel nothing more than anger and resentment towards him. At first, he did not provide the safe and loving environment and now he is abusing everyone mentally as well as financially.
I see my mother, who has been physically abused and is now being abused mentally and I look at the life she is living, and I just feel sad. She cooks food for and washes clothes of the person who abused her, who is sucking life out of her. If I come from this, how far can I go?
What frustrates me the most is I got to deal with everything while there are no consequences for such parents. I do not have the actual resources to change anything, but everyone advises to not lose hope. After all this, there is this world. I do not feel like being part of it either. I feel like there are actually no choices. The best we have are compromises. Whose life is it if I do not have opportunities or options?
There is no room for making mistakes and learning here. So, at first failure I stop trying. Now, I do not know what I really want to achieve in life and since there is no room for uncertainty, I keep following these goals that make no sense to me and then the journey bores and frustrates me and eventually I fail. I feel tired of living already.
It is not that I am not trying and just complaining. All the options, talking to someone, journaling, trying free therapy are not helping me enough to take steps to change anything. Now, even my younger brother pities me and is tired of my same complaints. I have two younger brother who are as sad as me if not more. I feel like talking to them is helping no one. I know all days are not same, and I know this thing will pass. But I also know that it will come back. And the span between two bad phases is not only shorter but frighten me to the extent that I fail to utilize it fully. Now asking for help feels shameful and more so when nothing really comes out of it.
I would like to add one more thing. This exercise of asking what is in my control and then focusing on that only is not helping me. So, I know rationally what I should focus on, but I fail to focus on that. It gives me one more point to curse myself. It feels all the more tiring, having to deal with everything at my own. I would appreciate if someone has something to say other than move on or journal or other suggestions I have got so far. I also want to know if anyone has something on how I stop feeling so much to the extent that I find myself unable to sleep. I feel nauseous when I am trying to eat even when I am hungry. My head feels numb. And while I am thinking so much when I actually ask myself what I am thinking there is no answer.

Hello, I am a washed up master player. I was master during season 9, 12, and 14. I peaked during season 14 at 16.2k RP. I don't play very often because of work. I play on the weekends mainly.
My main changes every season. I've been playing Vantage, Ballistic and Loba recently. I like DMRs and SMGs. I'm currently diamond 3.

LNIB. Gorgeous example of a DLC Specter. I’m not first owner but neither I nor last owner carried or used this.
Pics, time stamp, vid: https://imgur.com/a/v877sV8
Centering, detent, lockup, and action are all perfection. Has stone wash 1.0 M390 blade finish and 25V ano hardware.
Includes Holt soft pouch, COA, and detent adjustment tool.
Looking for $1375 G&S shipped via USPS Priority. Open to trades plus a bit of cash my way for other more colorful Holt Specters.

My (32f) mom came to visit recently from out of state, and we got to talking about an encounter I had as a child that seems very odd now being a mother and an adult myself. We lived in a suburb of Chicago on a quiet cul-de-sac with a playground directly across from our house. Part of the reason my parents purchased the house was that they could watch my brother & I play at the park right from our living room window. Needless to say, we were there every day growing up. Because of how quiet and close knit the neighborhood was, us kids would all play there without our parents because we always had eyes on us. Most of our parents could see us from our homes, and there was always at least one parent outside doing yard work, washing their cars, etc. Everyone looked out for each other & each other’s kids. One day when I was about 7 years old, my friend and I (also a 7 year old female) were playing at the park when a black car pulled up and parked on the street in front of the park. A man got out, dressed in all black with a silver necklace and black hair slicked back into a pony tail. He was alone.. no children, no girlfriend or wife, just himself and his very fancy looking metal detector. The park had soccer fields on either side of the playground, but instead of using his metal detector in the fields surrounding us, he walked right up to the playground. He began using his metal detector and my friend and I started watching him, being the curious kids we were. His metal detector started beeping and he asked us if we wanted to help him dig up whatever he found. We happily obliged and lo and behold, it was a sparkly dolphin necklace! We thought it was the coolest thing ever, and he started explaining to us that he finds treasures like this all the time and has a whole collection of them. This was around dusk, and we knew we had to head home so this first encounter only lasted about 10 minutes. The next day, my friend, my brother, the boy from next door, and myself were at the park when the man pulled up again. Still by himself with no children, and again with his metal detector. This time he remembered my friend and I, and he told us he had brought some of his treasures that he had found with his metal detector to show us. He had these tiny metal figurines.. I remember one being a cat, a dog (picture something similar to monopoly pieces) and he also had the dolphin necklace he had found the previous day which I REALLY wanted. He told us he wanted to play a game.. he would walk around and hide the treasures in the ground while we closed our eyes, and then he’d let us find the treasures with his metal detector. Whatever treasures we found, we could keep. We were ecstatic. As he was still crouched down very close to us showing us all of his treasures, my mom yelled our names from across the street as she began crossing the street towards us. My mom asked the man what he was doing, and he nervously explained our interest in his metal detector. She told all 4 of us kids we needed to head across the street to our house and phoned the other kids’ parents. The strange thing was, once all of us kids were gone.. he left. My dad got home and my parents began questioning me about what he had said to me, how I knew him, etc. I told them he was there the day before as well. My mom told us that if we ever see him again, we needed to come home and let her know immediately and not to engage with him. My mom was a SA victim as a child, so she was always on high alert with us. Lo and behold, 2 days later I was on the couch watching tv. This must’ve been a weekend, because my dad was home as well. My mom looked out the window and said “is that the same guy?” I looked.. my brother looked.. it was him. He was crouched down showing his “treasures” to two other little girls that we didn’t recognize who were also coincidentally there without their parents. My dad apparently had had enough at this point. He stormed out the front door and confronted the man. He told him that this was a playground for children, not grown men and that if he ever saw him there again he’d contact the authorities. At the time, I remember feeling sorry for the man. He seemed so nice and after all, we were the ones who took interest in his metal detector first. Looking back now, I can’t help but get the heebie jeebies wondering what his true intentions were, or why he kept coming back to the same park over & over. It wasn’t a vast park, just a playground, basketball court, and two small unofficial soccer fields nestled snugly between houses. The way he parked his car was also strange.. most people parked in the cul-de-sac part of the road which was adjacent to the playground and out of the way of traffic. He always parked right on the street directly in front of the playground which coincidentally slightly obscured the view of watchful parents who lived across the street. It also made it so that his car was much closer.. think 10 feet from the playground as opposed to several yards. Thank God for my mom’s alertness and awareness.. I can’t help but wonder what could’ve happened had she not been paying attention.

This is a hard pill to swallow.
When I was eight, my granny's cousin came to visit. I have never met this guy before, I walked downstairs to make my brother and I cereal and he was there. My granny was upstairs on a call, mind you that I wore a cartoon nightgown. I chatted to him alot and I still blame myself for that, he started touching me, my breasts and my crotch and kissing my neck. He made me touch his shaft, I didn't know what was going on or what was happening. He told me: "I'm teaching you what your boyfriend is going to do to you." All I felt that day was fear, disgust and sadness, I froze up, too afraid to scream. He opened my legs and nearly entered inside me but my brother, at the time was six walked in. Frighteningly I told him to eat his cereal while I washed out all the evidence, (Big mistake) he threatened to kill me and quickly left. I ran upstairs and got dress crying, I sat on my granny's bed waiting patiently for her call to end. I remembered that Michael Knight was playing every Sunday morning on TV, when she was done. I told her everything, she cried called her friend back, called my mom and my mom rushed me to the police station. I spoke to the detectives and they tried to cheer me up but the minute I saw them arresting him I broke down and cried, the detectives put me in trauma unit and tried to calm me down while asking questions. I went to the hospital and they checked if I was broken into, but I washed all the evidence away.
Court took nine months, and therapy by court, I was in fourth grade at the time. My teacher felt sympathy for me. My classmates knew and in my community that is a scandalous thing, I was called ugly names by kids and girls told me it was my fault for opening my legs. I remembered my lawyers and even met a girl in court with a rape case who older than me (She was 12), we became friends, the lawyers didn't want to go into deep details afraid I was gonna cry like her but put me on camera while he was with a judge and my parents where there in my stead. The lawyers promised me nine years for him to go to jail for his crimes, I blamed that the judge and jury believed he's side of the story and gave him a warning and a restraining order.
Growing up, my granny told me not to tell the family, that she'll handle it. Nobody knew, I grew up thinking it was my fault. It's my fault I spoke to him, my granny said my beauty could attracted men into lust via Islam. (I'm christian who was a former muslim. A christian mom and a muslim dad) I dressed modestly and way too mature for my age, I avoided my stepfather and any men in my family. I blamed myself, I felt that no justice was done. I couldn't be around boys my age afraid they'll do the same, (In which the two case of molestation did happen on high school) every family function he was there and I would have to walk out of the house and cry while my brother comforted me.
My cousins started to notice a pattern, eventually I told them. My Granny was worried about face and her reputation with the family, it affected me badly. He acts like a true family oriented guy and so humble knowing he fucked up my life, breaking the court order.
I couldn't date, guys didn't want to be with a trauma messed up girl. I can't be intimate with a guy, I haven't gone to therapy because its looked down upon my community. In 2023, I saw him after the Eid in April when a family member died, my brother was fed up. He told me why didn't I told the court he was a witness, I told him that he was too young to understand and would cry if being questioned too much. I almost thought he did something to him (The guy) when burying the body in Islamic rights since women dont go to the graveyard, but luckily he left it.
Today I visited my granny's father's family. And he was there again, he's wife was there too. She always give me glares and dirty looks to say it was my fault. My granny comforted me, when serving food he served me a plate after I said continuously no thank you. I lost my apatite and was very uncomfortable, I told my cousin who hasn't seen me since the incident why I looked down but didn't go into detail.
I tried talking to my mom but it's always a hush hush topic because she's a rape survivor and she doesn't know how to handle my case if she had to endure silently. Rape and molestation is a victim fault situation since we have the biggest female genocide and rape in the world one year. I feel angry, sad and disgusted with myself. Some men will tell me wearing a night gown provoked him, but I was eight.
I slowly got over these feelings, by bottling them up. I am comfortable around guys my age but not with older men accept a few. I have a boyfriend of four years, and we worked together with this issue where I'm comfortable enough to be almost intimate with him but he will never do it unless I'm mentally and physically sure.
I dunno what to do. I know nothing is going to help, telling people will give me pity and people don't know how to treat me. I don't know if therapy is going to help since the few I met weren't patient enough even if I'm fully open with them and willing to work on myself. I want people to know I'm not that fragile, though he's in my face like a free man, live goes on. But seeing him unlocks the feelings on that day, I still remember, the date, day and time but I forgot his name. Then after a while I forget his face until I see him again.

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A few days after Kazue and Mordecai finished the fifth floor they had a set of visitors from Riverbridge which included a couple of surprises. One of those surprises was the inclusion of Brongrim and Nainvil with the set of guards coming in for training. The dwarf and half-orc had managed to negotiate a supervised parole where they worked for the city guards, and part of that duty was going to include training at the dungeon.
The other surprise was a visit from their sister-in-law, Hainako. Moriko’s little sister had been sent with a few sets of medicines for Kazue to try and report back on efficacy. Once satchel and note were delivered she hung out with them in the war room so she could watch the training group move through the dungeon.
The group had two recruits with only a basic level of training, which bogged down the team a bit. Mordecai sent out instructions to keep the challenge down to a minimum, but even so they only barely managed to scrape through the fourth floor and it was clear that they weren’t getting through the fifth floor. Mordecai was glad that they’d shown the good sense to call it off there, he’d have considered intervening if they’d tried to drag the newbies through the fifth floor, the chances of an accidental death were too high.
One side benefit of this particular group coming through was that Mordecai finally got to see what an expert gunner looked like. Brongrim’s fighting style was a skirmishing type that mixed pistol and short sword, and it allowed him to cover his reloading with attacks from his blade. It only worked because he also had his waxed-paper bullets readied in specialized bandoleers. You had to have everything set up for it, it wasn’t the sort of thing you could do on the fly and Mordecai could see where you had to dedicatedly practice certain movement combinations to bring gun and bandoleer into the right alignment without interfering with the rest of your movements. Still, the biggest flaw he could see in guns was the need to reload each shot that way, not that crossbows were any better really. Bows and slings both had much more fluid actions to ready the next piece of ammunition, but they also took more time to master, and neither could be used with only one hand.
Nainvil’s technique was a more straightforward style that focused on a two-handed grip for power, but with a light enough sword that he could free a hand for other uses and still be able to swing. That wasn’t a new variant for Mordecai, but all the styles and techniques of their visitors were being studied by the laganthros. Even if Mordecai knew most of them, there was no good way for him to try and teach every possible style, so he kept to the basics and let them practice and train to find their preferences. Though some of the works Moriko was bringing back included older copies of technique scrolls, maybe he should encourage Betty to study those and start her own school for laganthros.
They were the mundane type, with no learning enchantments or anything, but for the most part he preferred those anyway. Learning what you are actually doing was usually better than just having a combo or technique implanted in your head.
But that was for much later as the wagons were going much slower than Moriko on her own. For now, he made arrangements for everyone to have someplace to sleep for the night, including a private room for Brongrim and Nainvil. No special prizes however, since the group didn’t clear the dungeon. Getting bonuses for clearing everything was going to get harder as they grew, and Mordecai was fine with that. Technically it wasn’t required, he just liked doing it, but it also wasn’t something he wanted to be dealing with constantly.
Now he could turn his attention to something else that Hainako had brought with her. It was a commission and payment for a set of equipment, with some interesting measurements for the armor and cloak. Traxalim was who had sent the commission with her, but according to the note he was relaying the commission from someone else. The work wasn’t particularly hard, but some of the materials were unusual, and the payment included samples of them: Wyvern hide for the armor, Worg fur for the cloak.
The request also wanted a pair of daggers long enough he’d almost call them short swords, except that the specifications for the armor were for someone rather tall and lanky. The instant return enchantments for the daggers were a fairly common design so it was no trouble adding those to each dagger as well.
On top of that was a full gear set complete with an Expanded backpack. It had just about everything one could want for exploring the world and surviving in a range of environments. It was like baby’s-first-adventuring-kit, except most folk couldn’t afford this level of gear when they first stepped into the world of explorers and mercenaries.
It wasn’t enough to keep someone incompetent alive, but it would make the job easier for someone new at it. And all the major components had a rather interesting insignia attached or inscribed in some way: A wolf with three horns. He had no idea what that meant.
But it didn’t matter, the dungeon had gotten some new materials to add to their repertoire, some more raw materials for the laganthros to work with, and a few new small animals that had been easy to carry in a cage this far. It was a fair trade. By the time the group was awake the next morning the dungeon’s part of that trade was complete. And when they had left, it was time to begin on the sixth floor. “Are you ready love?” He asked Kazue.
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This was a bigger section to do all at once than she’d done before, but after talking it over with her husband Kazue rather liked the idea. They’d gone straight down so far, each floor looping back under the floor above it, but now that they were down this deep there was no reason to not also expand horizontally. The end of the fifth floor was approximately under the end of the first floor, this left them ‘pointing’ back under the mountain. So this time when she gathered energy to push their home complex down, she also pushed ‘out’.
There were a couple of design changes as well. Looping back and forth had made it simplest to bring the two paths back to each other at the end of each floor, and they’d used the stairwells down to keep them isolated. But there was no simple stairway between the fifth and the sixth this time. While the last door for each side could still either lead forward or reroute back up to the start of the sewer path, the forward paths merged into a meandering and slowly widening tunnel.
The tunnel opened up onto a wide, well-lit cavern that was almost meadow-like, excepting only that the ground cover was of a similar makeup to fungal floor five. At the far end of the meadow was a basin that would become a vast lake once filled, and at the shores of this lake-to-be was a large village once more occupied by laganthros. Only this time it was set to be a more well-rounded village, with a clear mix of potential combatants and noncombatants. A well-trod path lead toward this village, complete with a sign saying “Lapin Lake Village”.
At the other end of the basin that was slowly filling with water the lake was split by a large peninsula that ended at the far wall. This signaled the divergence of the paths again, with two underground rivers splitting off from either side of the peninsula. This entire setup meant that at this stage people could decide to switch paths, though they would be obligated by the rules of the new path that they chose.
This did run some risk that someone might try and trick their way this far by taking the non-combat route to conserve their resources before switching, but they would still need to be well-armed to tackle further combat so it seemed unlikely that she or Mordecai would be unable to spot them and call them out on it. And they did intend to offer it up as an option for those who had cleared the fifth floor of the combat route previously and that were in good favor with the dungeon.
The village itself was the first challenge in progressing, as the laganthros were going to be building docks and boats, and the boats could be either sold or rented with a guide who would help pilot them. For the absolute cheapskates, they could even do a short rental to get them to the peninsula, where there were plenty of both normal and mushroom trees to potentially harvest and make their own rafts or boats from.
This was also an optional challenge and reward as some of the vegetation and fungi here were rare or valuable, if you knew how to identify and harvest it.
As for the rest, well, for the moment they had a pair of fairly simple rivers that led to another lake, though this one just had a sandy shore to pull up onto. Filling the floor out was a future endeavor, but the layout was ready. And now their home was even further under the mountain itself.
Kazue had been careful with this by using a trick Mordecai showed her, probing ahead with their mana as she sought to claim more territory. Running into worked stone or large caverns would have felt different and let her pull back before she fully claimed that area. Even if they had a perfect map of the dwarven kingdom, and right now they had no map at all, there was always a chance that something else lived down here.
Well, actually, there had been plenty of that. But those were all simpler underground creatures, and she’d been able to invite them into her dungeon’s ecosystem or as inhabitants. Kazue surveyed her work and was quite pleased with herself. Mordecai approved as well, but she realized then that he’d been partially distracted while she worked on their next level. Before she could ask about what had taken up his attention, his mental voice became excited.
“Kazue! Take a look at this. Focus on the aura of any of your dire rabbits on the first floor. Look at the whole thing.” He seemed to be eagerly anticipating something, so she followed his instructions with curious confusion.
What he wanted her to see quickly became obvious. Some of their mana was flowing into all of their inhabitants, enough to leave her a little hollow feeling given how much they’d just spent, but it was having an interesting effect, one that was most dramatic in the simplest creatures. She could see energy sparkling along the pathways of their brains, the individual components compacting into more efficient forms, then multiplying and creating more complex pathways.
Their auras fluctuated in response to these changes, their very spirits being altered by this physical change until suddenly collapsing into a denser, stronger form of spiritual energy. Every single one of her wonderful creatures now had a spark of true sentience in them, complete with the rise of a soul! A quick check verified it even applied to the clockwork creatures in the library and the spiders on the fifth floor, though not the simpler, reactive vegetative fungi.
This was great! They’d always been able to communicate ideas and concepts to all their inhabitants, but this would allow deeper, language-based communication! Though closer examination revealed that the mental capacity upgrade only barely breached that level, it would in many ways be like talking to a not particularly bright child. On the other hand, the upgrade seemed to affect all but the smartest of her inhabitants to some extent. Which meant Horace and a small percentage of the laganthros.
Hmm. And Mordecai seemed pleased but not particularly surprised. Kazue’s thoughts focused on him with suspicion only to be met with amusement, so her avatar stirred from where they were cuddled on their bed and bit into his shoulder.
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I am not getting bitten very much. But the bites are in a pattern. Only on my stomach. It's happened a couple times already so I'm pretty sure it's bed bugs. But I can't find them. I searched my mattress on all sides, my box spring, my bed frame. My couch. My dresser. I cleaned everything off the floor. All my clothes have been washed and dried in highest possible heat for an hour and toted up with locking lids, so it can't be there, I don't think. I have no clue where they are and I am losing my mind

As the title says, my hen has suddenly taken a turn. I noticed mucus in her mouth about a week ago, and she wasn't as engaged as my other hens. But she's a pretty chill bird so it wasn't that different from her regular behavior. However, yesterday I could just tell she was sick. She just sits there, doesn't really eat, and even in the evening her crop was empty.
I checked down her throat for gapeworm, since I read that can cause it, but I saw nothing. I gave her vetRx today, rubbing it on her comb, nostrils, wattles, under her wings, and tried to put a drop in her mouth. I got a tablespoon filled with Greek yogurt, garlic, two drops nutridench, and a drop of the vetRX. She barely ate 1/2. It looked like It was hard for her to swallow because of the mucus that's in her throat and mouth. She takes bites of things and they just sit in the front of her beak and don't make it down her throat. She's rubbing her beak on the ground pretty frequently, and yesterday when I was cleaning her up I pulled off a ton of thick booger like mucus from her beak and the back of her mouth. (Yes it was disgusting and yes I washed my hands about 10 times after I did that (I still had a hard time eating dinner...).)
I just gave her that, and I'm watching her right now. She just fell asleep sitting there. There's nothing around her eyes or nostrils. She doesn't wheeze or cough or sneeze. She's just lethargic, not eating, and has a ton of mucus in her mouth. Help me please. She's my sweetest chicken and I love her!

Soooo.... I felt pretty crook the other night. Just minding my own business, getting ready for bed, when a sudden wave of nausea just about dropped me. I lay down hoping it would go away. Nope.
Mad dash to the dunny, holding my hands over my mouth. As you do. Hugging the bowl, wondering WTF??? Wave after wave just kept hammering me, then, my stomach made a horrendous noise. Which proceeded to escape my ass, making me bolt up to sit on the dunny to let it rip. Hence the vomiting into a towel. IT then Begun.
Holy money, I felt like I was dying, that maybe I had become septic from my recent double mastectomy. I'm getting fluid build up drained tomorrow. Maybe I ate something that my body obviously wanted evicted asap. Maybe I got a bug.
I was sitting on the dunny hunny, And It was far from funny.
Vomiting bile into a towel.
Contemplated calling an ambo. Feeling like I'm going to pass out. Phone is in other room, I'm sweating, trying to ensure that I don't fall off or faceplant into the towel.
Random Thought.....
WHAT IF I DIE ?
My house is a mess. Dishes piled up, washing hanging on backs of chairs, kids toys everywhere, dirty clothes on bathroom floor.
Lol
Good news, I didn't die. Yayyyyyy. I lay back down and it eased off so I didn't bother with ambo run.
And yep. Got the house tidied up again. Just in case I nearly die again.

I’m honestly frustrated and overwhelmed trying to deal with my curls. I’m a 2B probably, but my curls have never really started very close to the roots (the first 2-3 inches are fairly straight I think). My hair’s also not very full and gets greasy pretty quick (sometimes less than a day after washing). If someone else says to be patient and “train” it to get used to washing less frequently I might just burn it all off my head. I feel like I have all the qualities of straight hair that just happens to present as wavy/curly.
Before I tried CGM or any other curly hair regimen (I’m talking back when all I used was regular Pantene type shampoo/conditioner and some light wave/curl gel), my curls were never super well defined but at least i had some volume (especially at the roots!) without too much frizz. And I could go 2ish days without washing. Now my hairs always flat at the top, almost always greasy, weighed down, and just….so high maintenance I want to cry. I don’t want to have to resort to washing and styling it every day just to get a few good hours out of it. I almost don’t even care about the curls anymore, I’m just tired of having greasy/flat roots.
This is what I know about my hair:

• sulfate-free shampoos don’t remove the “greasy” look/feel
• cowashing is out of the question
• heavy-ish gels make it look nice for a few hours but very quickly weigh it down/make it greasy
• the suave clarifying shampoo makes my hair feel weird and dry without particularly helping it stay “cleaner” longer
• refreshing with only water helps the tips but the roots are beyond salvation by that point anyway

I’m sorry for the long rant 😭 it feels like my hair type is so different than anything else I see on these subs and nothing wants to work on it. Please help 😭

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It's well known by now that a labyrinth can be found in the woods past the last village on the road. Tales tell of great riches within, though these tales rarely seem to agree on even the simplest details, and they're the only thing most people know about this place, and none have successfully returned to set the record straight.
There is a little more known about the labyrinth, known to a select few, a group which includes myself. The labyrinth is a maze of ever shifting connections. No map could ever be created, and anyone who finds themselves within would never be able to retrace their steps. Contained within the endless chambers are all sorts of environments, from the most expected, to the most out of place and fantastical areas. And all of this has been strung together by Talaghan, the goddess of depravity. See, the twisted catacombs aren't designed to protect a treasure by killing adventurers, they're designed to keep them there forever, bouncing between an infinite number of chambers which will have them committing a myriad of perverse acts, all for her pleasure.
And how do I know this? I am part of Talaghan's church, a worshiper of hers, and a follower of her beliefs. To us, this labyrinth isn't something to be feared, or a fortune to be won, it's a place of pilgrimage, to head into its depths is the ultimate act of worship, to dedicate oneself to perpetual acts of depravity to please Talaghan. And a pilgrimage I have decided to take.
I sit in the quaint tavern in the village at the end of the road, dressed in my religious garb. A black hooded robe that covers my entire body, but hugs much of it tightly, stretching over it as it is designed to do, showing off to anyone who looks on, and able to be removed very quickly indeed, by simply pulling it over one's head. I finish my drink, and tip the barmaid generously, since I doubt I'll have much use for the gold where I'm headed. The path into the woods is well trodden, with plenty of less informed individuals ready to try their luck, but I know what I'm walking into, and I couldn't be more excited.
Hopefully that has given you an idea of what I'm looking for here. The idea is that I'll be playing the woman who is headed into the labyrinth, with the express goal of worshipping her goddess by submitting to everything that goes on in their. As for you, well naturally you'll be in charge of whatever might be found in the labyrinth!
Kinks: cum, cum eating, cum food, cum play, cream pie,bdsm, bondage, forced, body writing, spanking, cuddling, degradation, rough partners, sizeplay, dominant partners, toys, multiple partners, spit roasting, mating press, full Nelson,frenching,rimming,body oil,bestiality,monsters,tentacles,water sports,wax play,sex machines,being filmed,cosplay,NTR,petplay,exhibitionism and biting and pretty much anything that isn’t my limits
Limits:
Scat,gore,vore,hyper sizes,necro and vomit
If that's of interest to you, please get in touch at Demondork on Kik and come with any questions you have, clarifications you need and ideas you'd like to share. Just please do more than just tell me you're interested. Don't worry about responding slowly/late, I still want to hear from you. Finally, please no chat requests, I will simply ignore them.

Floor mats are an essential addition to any household or workplace. They protect your floors from dirt, spills, and stains, providing an extra layer of safety and hygiene. Amazon, the online retailer giant, has a range of floor mats that cater to various needs and preferences. In this article, we'll take a look at the top five floor mats available on Amazon.

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This floor mat is easy to clean, too. You can machine wash it in cold water and tumble dry low. It also comes in a set of two, making it a cost-effective option.

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My Email:
Wed, Aug 19, 2020, 1:10 PM
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My tire has low air pressure AGAIN. The guy who is driving and working on my car is sleazy, sweaty, and wearing disgusting clothes. I'll be driving the car immediately after he worked on it. Can I get HIV from sweat and grime?
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Dr. Garrett's Reply:
Wed, Aug 19, 2020, 3:26 PM
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No you can't get HIV that way.
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My Email:
Thu, Aug 20, 2020, 6:54 PM
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Want to quell my OCD? My headphones touched the arm rest of the seat on the train, then I put them in my ear, they're still in my ear. Is that a reason to worry? I'm mostly concerned with HIV.
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My Email:
Thu, Aug 20, 2020, 7:49 PM
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I have a sharp pain inside my right pointer finger, fingerprint area. I'm worried did something stick me, like a hypodermic needle? Do I now have HIV? I must remind myself, it's OCD, and an overwhelming panic attack that my life is changed forever, and I'll have no friends.
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My Email:
Thu, Aug 20, 2020, 7:52 PM
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The more I think about why I have a pain in my fingerprint area on my right pointer finger, I was eating muscles at a French restaurant today. It's probably a result of opening them up with my hands. That's a harmless and happy reason why. I must not catastrophize the worst.
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HIV - Hot Dog Bun
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My Email:
Sun, Aug 23, 2020, 7:54 PM
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I'm actually doing much better with the HIV OCD catastrophizing. I tell myself: there I go again. It's the same OCD panic attack again, and again, and again - just different scenarios. Catch it, check it, change it. HIV is a fragile virus.
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But today I succumbed to the OCD, I've got a question:
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I just came back from a long walk around the neighborhood. Let's say hypothetically speaking I stepped on something that contained HIV. My mom gave me my dinner as I was taking my shoes off. As I lifted the shoes, the bottoms came really close to my hot dog bun. Foolishly, I still ate it because I was hungry.
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My question: say HIV was on the bottom of my shoe, say it touched the bun, then I ate it. Can I get HIV that way?
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There I go again. It's gross but it's OCD.
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Dr. Garrett's Reply:
Mon, Aug 24, 2020, 5:36 AM
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I am glad to hear you are doing better with the contamination fears. They can be a torment. Keep up the "There I go again" reframing.
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My Email:
Mon, Aug 24, 2020, 5:26 PM
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It's that time again for contamination fear of the day. It's almost comical if the thoughts weren't so tormenting.
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At Starbucks, the Barista's hands were wet as she was making my Nitro Cold Brew coffee. Some of the water got into my beverage. It was gross.
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Just moments ago, I was ripping open a cardboard Amazon delivery box and gave myself a paper cut.
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Can I get HIV either of these ways? THERE I GO AGAIN! I must recognize it's the same broken record again, and again, and again. It's unpleasant but the likelihood of getting HIV like this is slim to none. I'm trying to fight it off and let it go. Interestingly enough, once I move on to a new contaminate I forget about yesterdays (the previous ones).
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Dr. Garrett's Reply:
Mon, Aug 24, 2020, 9:27 PM
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Good observation that you forget yesterday's fear and replace it with a new carbon copy. More proof that it is a broken record. Keep up the "There I go again1"
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HIV Madness
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My Email:
Fri, Sep 11, 2020, 11:54 AM
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I went to Quest Lab to do bloodwork because I'm catastrophizing about HIV - which is ridiculous, to begin with.
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She drew blood from my arm. Then when I got home, I took off my shoes, touched the bottoms, washed my hands, dried them on a towel. The towel was wet now.
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So I took a shower. After the shower, I tried cleaning the open cut. I wiped it from the wet towel spot. How ironic would it be if I put HIV into the cut, trying to protect myself from HIV?
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I know this is madness.
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Dr. Garrett's Reply:
Fri, Sep 11, 2020, 12:59 PM
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It is madness.

I want to get an STP, but I do not want an stp packer, or an anatomical stp.
I've had a few different STPs recommended for me, that were targeted more towards outdoorsy/camping people, as opposed to ftm trans individuals.
I've come up with the same mental problem for either option, which nobidy seems to be talking/concerned about.

1. If it's not a packer, how do I clean it? How do I carry it? I cant imagine just tossing it in a bag? And you cant wash it at the sink in a public washroom. Do they come with cases at least that you can store them in, and disinfect when you get home?
   
2. If I do end up leaning towards an STP packer... same question about cleaning. At least that solves the storage problem, but... I wouldn't want to keep wearing that all day, without cleaning it after using it. I understand that wiping is enough for actual physical external anatomy. But the inside of an STP feels like it will collect bacteria if its just worn without being cleaned.
   

Am I completely crazy? How am I supposed to keep it clean throughout the day? I dont want to get pee in my bag, OR my pants.
I'm hoping for answers more directed towards non packers, since I want an STP but don't intend to pack, but I'm open to any relevant advice since I'm willing to try packing if it's my only option.
Thanks.

I did mine at a clinic and they scrubbed the hell out out of my arm, washed everyone’s hands, sanitizer my arm… I’m hoping it’s accurate.
I get the results back Monday. 😬

I did mine at a clinic and they scrubbed the hell out out of my arm, washed everyone’s hands, sanitized my arm… I’m hoping it’s accurate.
I get the results back Monday. 😬