To Be Honest, I Would Consider It To Be Very Disrespectful And Toxic Of Him. Willingly, Knowingly Dating

to be honest, i would consider it to be very disrespectful and toxic of him. Willingly, knowingly dating a system and expecting them to perform a singlet role because apparently he doesn't give half a damn about other system members (that, mind you, help the system live and function) is straight up garbage. Consider confronting him about it, because subjecting yourself to, as you put it, straight up torture for the sake of his comfort is not something that should be done in a loving relationship

I (host of a p-did system) am in a relationship with my singlet bf. Some of my more active alters have been wanting to front more, or atleast co-front, but my bf wants to spend all day talking to me and me only. He’s not interested at all in even meeting my headmates. I’ve been fronting for over a week now and it feels like torture and I really just don’t wanna front ishdbsnakkeksz

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Info on each sketch below:

Top right: Anat is shown here in a man's war kilt and her hair pulled up, a nod to the Anat statue head found in Gaza. This is after Baal Hadad's 'death', with her cheeks gouged by grief and face painted to resemble a man's beard. This beard imitation combined with her topless clothing and the horned headdress she wears is to evoke a sense of Baal having risen from the dead to claim revenge.

Bottom Right: An exploration of her musculature, with a focus on the markings on her hips and stomach. Drawn from female Canaanite fertility idols that show similar markings with a lot of emphasis on the navel/bellybutton.

Bottom Left: Anat at the feast of Baal's new palace. She wears expensive, imported Egyptian linens. Her hair is braided, eyelids darkened with kohl, and hands darkened with henna.

Center: Anat's fullbody with lots of influence from historical Palestinian dress. She is shown with a vulture because Aqhat, killed at her order, was eaten by vultures and because Anat is often shown with wing imagery.

3 months ago

it always gets me how americans think every fucked up bozo is a russian pawn and we think every nutcracker of ours is their pawn

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11 months ago

Anyways when I was sixteen I wrote a story about a spaceship's communications officer (think Uhura) who was given a brain implant when he was a baby that automatically translates every language in the universe, but which interferes with his ability to perceive and process subtle changes in tone. He hears an emotionless automated translator voice inside his head rather than hearing the real voices being physically carried by air vibrations. So he has the ability to interpret every word in every language, but he can never interpret tone of voice. And the ultimate message of the story is that understanding every possible text isn't enough -- if you don't understand subtext, you'll be isolated. The "communications officer" actually struggles to communicate more than anyone else on the ship.

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Your Honor Hes So Silly
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"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

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