I hate being spied on
I hate being spied on
Stop watching me
Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop
Stop
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"BUT THE EX!"
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"YOU LEFT [EX'S NAME] OUT OF THE FUCKING SEXUAL ACT YOU ARE PERFORMING!"
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(shrieking)
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I could feel them grab at me every time I was close to cumming.
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"Oh god, no... you're about to climax without it being about the ex."
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(shrieking, again)
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"I CAN'T HANDLE IT! EVERY OBJECT IN THIS ROOM SHOULD BE THROWN ON THE GROUND!"
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"Tough guy, eh?" [pictured is a bodybuilder or security guard crossing his arms as if about to "block" or restrain me]
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"I've fought guys like you before plenty of times. Racist, internet bigots who support Sam Hyde and need to get back into his friend circle so you can run off and do what you do best, which is inflict plenty of pain and evil on innocent liberals."
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[the depicted "bodybuilder" becomes irate, and starts thrashing. a group of about 5 popular artists from twitter look on in terror, disorientation, and look like they're ready to strike me]
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[a giant image of chris hanson from the popular late night tv drama "to catch a predator" flashes into my mind's eye in vivid detail]
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"YOU WERE NOT FUCKING USING SHE PRONOUNS!
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(YOU) were a "METALCORE" type who was 200-230 pounds! (YOU) were extremely racist, and subscribed to fascist ideology! I have 'miles and miles' of evidence to back that claim up, by the way."
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[he looks "inquisitively" at me with the artists as if to question "how (my transition) could have happened"]
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[almost as if to counterattack in a fight he knows he is losing, he begins spamming pictures of "sissies" with their mouth agape, launching into the frame at an angle just swiftly enough to capture the full view of their "pained" expression]
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"Even if we're wrong, that's what it fucking is! It wasn't this image of a poised 'she prounoun' user, but a much more unbelievable "Vans Warped Tour' sort of character who was 200 pounds in drag, doing that same fucking expression over and over again as if to mock liberals like me."
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[he plays the same image again, with the "sissy" sweeping in at a side angle to display her fully "pained" o-face for the thumbnail camera]
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That's how things have been going ever since the "+" plus sign happened to me. The one they installed at night before I went to bed that fateful day...
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It started with gentle white noise hissing in my left and right ear at intermittent intervals. (Note: NOT a targeted individual/TI story but something else)
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"(Radio voice) ...Hey. Can you hear this. I need you to move your right index finger to confirm."
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Suddenly a tight squeezing feeling appeared around the top of my head.
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"(Radio voice) I need you to confirm if you can hear this with additional calibrations. Please move your left and right toes, starting with your left toe, and finishing with the right."
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"So you've discovered nihilism." (my right arm swung up out of my control and pointed directly at the upper-right most corner of my bedroom ceiling.)
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"The light."
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"The light."
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"The light."
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"The light."
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My index finger automatically extended itself and swung pricesly at each of the 4 corners of my room, each time repeating the phrase, "the light."
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"It's because you are a smoker, and not a lover, like me. A lover, who isn't a nihilist, who wants to squander their social credit, and go off in the woods to sit awhile and think about what they've done to that poor innocent girl."
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Against my will, a giant gif of a former Skype friend masturbating appeared dead center in the middle of my mind, animated exactly like a porn sidebar from the early 2000s internet.