Pain

The Lonely Oyster

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Feb 14, 2023

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At what point do we stop pain? I don’t even know what I’m trying to get out of this question, but it rolls off my tongue so easily that I feel it must be asked. I just got done having a ten-inch dildo inside my ass because I was desperate to feel something, anything. At what level, what breaking point, do we stop sodomizing ourselves and work on better behaviors. Why are humans so desperate to feel? I guess I categorize all of us in one little box, but I think most are similar to me. Well, Americans, at least. We crave the need to fucking FEEL. Tattoos, piercings, self-harm, drugs. All is done with the ironic need to numb yet FEEL something. I’m just as guilty. I use alcohol, sex, and tattoos as a way to cope. One I use to numb; the next, I use to be needed; the third I use to feel. Addictions, living on a similar panel — coexisting yet not helping anyone move forward. It’s a cute life, but it’s getting old. Shit needs to change; I know that, but honestly, I don’t really care or desire that it does. It’s oddly comfortable with a ten-inch dildo far up your ass… Maybe I don’t need the sodomy to stop. Perhaps I like it, even enjoy it. Love the tickle my ass feels right now, knowing something dirty was just playing with it. Now I am just rambling. But think about it… maybe we want, look and, scratch for pain because we enjoy it. We need it. We want it. I want to feel the pain, feel sodomized, suck up the thing I’m told I shouldn’t enjoy. That, at the end of the day, is the answer to my question… at what point do we stop pain? We don’t… we deep-throat it with a smile.