Do new word. Sexual. Ah fuck! I don’t like being sexual because it evokes all these feelings of fear, but therein, I like being sexual because sex is fucking sex. I don’t like coming on to someone at all. I’ve done performance art before, guided by God, to be awkward or cringe or unsettling in a variety of ways, and I did so in the awareness it would heal me, choosing to overcome my fear, while believing I was a cop, which I believe now was done out of love and compassion.

But I like to joke about sex like Beethoven joked about poop. Autism! Aspergers? A rare form of ADHD that often gets misdiagnosed as schizophrenia? That’s what God told me, and I don’t get a euphoria from amphetamines, which I’m genuinely not on. I have a small amount of DXM in me because my life partner is financially abusing me and I cannot fight in the vacuum of my soul against the whelling feeling of being alone and fucked with and doom n gloom n all.

Censorship. Expression. I hear the announcement from the middle school I love next to. God knows what His ass is doing, and I think I do too. This, I am really starting to see how everything works out, despite y’know, 653k charges being thrown at me, for reasons that I worry about literally zero percent of the time because I’m not who I once was.

Thus, I am good being Victorious.