#have experience with not judging people for initially being awkward and kind of insensitive or seemingly abrasive

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

tbh i think one of the biggest things they could have done to make five and nine hate each other without bullying or bigotry involved would have been to lean into the thing where some adhdtistics naturally vibe, whereas others have an incompatible combination of nd traits that make them viscerally unable stand each other, and go from there

#lorien legacies #LL number five #LL number nine #like nine is very obviously coded adhd but he is also autistic as hell #and. gestures at five #this is also why canon!nine's brand of lying about things and getting his behavior excused as being 'bad at signals' #when that's Not What's Actually Happening irritates me #they could have even included elements of some of the others being a little too defensive of his behavior at five's expense #without it just being 'lol bully the fat autistic kid' #if they're used to accounting for the fact that nine is neurodivergent and having a Hard Time of It #in ways that make it easy to assume he's just a dickhead when he really genuinely does not realize or understand that's how he comes across #and/or is exhausted and defensive that he has to try constantly and /so hard/ NOT to come across that way #and feels like he's being fucked with when people correct him constantly #because 'that doesn't sound right but i don't know enough about social skills to dispute it' #and is also increasingly bitter at feeling like 'why the fuck should /i/ have to be the one to change everything about how i act' #'why can't people at least try to meet me in the middle for once. fuck this' #all compounded by brain damage from extended solitary confinement and physical TBIs #and it becomes more understandable for the others to kneejerk toward accommodating his access needs before five's when they conflict #while also y'know. being significantly less assholess toward five in general; and in fact treating him a lot less shittily BECAUSE they #have experience with not judging people for initially being awkward and kind of insensitive or seemingly abrasive #or just behaving in ways that seem Weird. it's still a blind spot that they favor nine here but they're not being ableist pieces of shit #nor are they trying to shut him up about abuse and force him to Get Used to It #anyway lots of thoughts about this need to write up posts etc #LL tag #ableism cw #dyn: lost boys

[dominikdomokosss-blog]

Friends are friends

I recently met up with someone I’ve known for what seems for ever. The reality is that I’ve only known him for less than ten years. And he feels the same way. We met, thanks to the Internet. Two predatory surfers seeking no-strings attachment. With time, the carnal side of our union faded away. Being located, first in different countries, then in different counties just made horny meetings impractical.

I was initially skeptical when he first announced that he valued me as a friend far too much to risk losing it for the sake of a few cheap thrills. But over the months, I realised he was sincere and it wasn’t a ploy to charm his way back into my pants. When I announced I was becoming an escort he was one of the few people I could tell about it. Being judgemental never crossed his mind. I was actually surprised at how much he knew about the industry. He gave me a lot of useful information at the time. And when we met up recently, I was reminded again how, although I think I know him very well, I actually still have a lot more to learn about him, and even more to learn from him.

I filled him in on what I’ve been up to. We shared tips on business and sex in equal measures. He told me it is possible to make a man cum three times in a row through hand-relief. He explained how it’s done and I look forward to trying it out on a few brave guinea pigs. As far as I know, touching most cocks is normally off-limits right after just one orgasm. To make a man ejaculate three times in a row? I’m game if he is!

I told him what I’d learnt about breath restriction, both through face-sitting and gas-masks. At about this point he confessed to having tried a bit of breath restriction while under the influence of poppers (also known as amyl nitrates or room odourisers). He told me the story of a man who mistakenly tipped a bottle of poppers into a restrained lady’s mouth by accident. Did I know, he asked, that some sex shops sell poppers that have been on the shelf for so long that they’ve lost the ability to give a head-rush. I’ll only be buying Liquid Gold poppers from now on.  I noted with alarm that the bottle of poppers I keep in my fridge for emergencies had disappeared.  I sincerely hoped that my mother hadn't found them and chucked them away. “Have you grown bigger on top?” he asked delicately, nodding towards my bosom.

“Probably,” I agreed, “I’m just too busy to go and get measured again.” He has always believed that I was bigger than the 38DD that I got at my last bra-fitting. I did experience a slight self-consciousness at this point.

My breasts suddenly seemed larger than life and in the way and I remembered the fun and games we’d had on live web cam shows, and in person when we'd meet in strange hotels, he turning up with ropes to tie them up. I recalled once taking careful and exact measurements of the length, breath, and depth of every angle of my breasts and giving him each measurement in Yahoo chat because he wanted to work out the cubic measurement of my breasts. Telling him I was a 38DD was simply not enough for him, in more ways than one. I changed the topic of my expanding bosom rapidly to avert any awkward moments. I probably just made things worse. We were sitting side by side on my settee, discussing prostate massage and other anal stimulation techniques when he swung one leg violently over the other.

“Excuse my hard-on!” he apologised, trying to sit comfortably.

I didn’t get what he was up to at first. But when I glanced over I could see he was indeed looking quite pleased to see me, judging by the bulge in his trousers. “You’ve got an erection?” I asked in disbelief. I wasn’t even remotely turned on by anything we’d discussed. I guess for me, it really is professional.

“I am merely a man,” he protested.

I felt a bit guilty for being so insensitive in discussing all kinds of sexual things without considering the effects it might have on a red-blooded male. But as I no longer do casual sex, there was very little practical assistance I could offer him, as much of a friend as he is.

We hugged when we parted, joking that it may be another five years before we see each other again face to face.  That's what the Internet does; brings people close in a sort of spiritual way without any commitment to physical proximity.

#friends