Looking for someone else with ASPD spectrum to talk to, specifically:
- 4 or higher on the LSRP scale (3.5 may work)
- sadistic socio/psycho
- good blender/”high functioning” w/o domesticating one’s own instincts too much
- impulse control/spectrum flux
I’m putting this out there because while I have a handful of aquaintances offline also with ASPD, they either are high functioning due to being extremely different than myself (I am “high functioning” as well), or they are nomadic.
Up until recently things were well and good, however I recently took up with someone who is a hybrisophiliac and also on the spectum, and NOT boring/annoying, and therefore a trigger to me. While I’m handling it splendidly, I’d enjoy someone in my area on the spectrum to yammer with/sound board at/get insight from.
Thanks.Note: I know damn well putting this on tumblr = it can be engulfed by annoying people is a strong probability. However there’s no harm in attempts. So that said: before you contact me, realize I’m just looking to talk shop/survival. That’s all.
What to do when you’re off work with your husband in the snow in the woods?
Bake all the breakfasts together, Harry Potter marathon, cuddle in nests and read, download and trance out/dance to witchhouse in the juju room, weave spells of wonder, lucid dream/do astral work, text my other lovey bratmonster across town, commune with Baph, and watch the white outs.
Best day ever.
Manic minded today.
I had liked these walls. I had enjoyed the comfort of having them.
But now I evolve with such force that all I can do is watch them dissolve in the middle as I barrel on through, antlers lowered to brace for an impact that may never come.
I am not ready for this, I will never be, but that doesn’t matter.
I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind who has high standards.
I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind who has standards so low no one will dare succumb to them.
Last night was fantastic.. making a cake with her for Lemures and eating the sugarcovered madness (zebra cake on funfetti).
Cuddling and hair brushing and myLiliJor’s first impact scene on the bed in the juju room full of spankings and floggers and canes and thudders and my rubber knotted flogger and knives (note to the inexperienced: knives + impact = blood in most cases, so be sure you’re ok with your toys getting fluid bonded and you play safe for FTD’s).
I found she’s silent and giggles when I hit harder, which was something I fell into and got a rhythm with easily (it’s been a while since I wasn’t with loud squirmers). The talking was educational and playful on my end with a moment of wild eyes and harder hits here and there when we pushed further, grinning because it kept me from biting into her.
Wound down under down comforters and hello kitty blankets and snuggled and watched silly things with the hubby on youtube (anything Elijah Wood looking bashful or psychotic).
She’s walking around black and blue and pink today. I have all these pictures she took but the understanding that they can’t be uploaded, no matter how much I like to show her off, makes me more riled up. It causes a princess-hoarder mentality and that just makes for creeper hands.
We have a kink party on Tuesday to attend together, where she said she’ll behave (aka not drunkenly slip her hand down my pants and her tongue in my ear and run - though I don’t believe her).
I told her that’s fine. She can behave.