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𝑆𝑒𝑥 𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑥𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝐼𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑥𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑙 (𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙, 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒).

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎 𝑆𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙-𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦

𝑊𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 9-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚.

𝐸𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠; 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 "3𝑟𝑑 𝑒𝑦𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠" (𝑎𝑗𝑛𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎) 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎.

𝑆𝑒𝑥, 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑡 (𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙) 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎𝑠 (𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛/𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒).

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 *𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑜𝑓* 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎𝑠.

𝑉𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒-𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

𝑌𝑒𝑡, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 9-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 (𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛) 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑝 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑢𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑒𝑡𝑐.

7-, 8-, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 9-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦/𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑔𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠.

𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐵𝑈𝐼𝐿𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦.

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠?𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠?𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠?𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒?𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔?𝑂𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡?𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒?𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠?

𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.

𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝐸𝐿𝐹-𝐺𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑁𝐴𝑁𝐶𝐸.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝐵𝑈𝐼𝐿𝐷 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦.

𝐸𝑥𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡, 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛.

𝐼𝑓 𝑤𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑤𝑒'𝑑 𝐵𝑈𝐼𝐿𝐷 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟.

𝑊𝑒'𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝.

#healing #soul #energy #spiritual awakening #law of attraction #spiritual development #spiritualgrowth #love #good vibes #tantra #devine feminine #divine masculine #Spiritual sex

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irregularcollapse · 18 days

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hold (me), please

a very horny Damen/Laurent romcom by phlegmatic

The next vocalisation which makes it down the phone line is a long, guttural, lengthened groan that ends in an unambiguously-sighed “Fuck.” Then, once again, much more audibly startled: “Fuck.” “Did you just ejaculate?” The annoyance rises easily. “You came, Damianos? Already?” “Shit, Laurent—” “Perfect. Just perfect.” The words come out like knives, and Laurent hears Damen sigh with low sympathy. He pushes away from his desk with his feet, and makes to lower them to the ground; the toy shifts almost sharply inside him. The harsh, involuntary noise that he makes will at least sound to Damen like more annoyance. Feet on his chair, knees now tucked to his chest, Laurent bites out, “I always knew it had to be hubris and mythologising. Seven hours, my ass.”

When tasked with writing an advertorial for a pair of sex toys for couples, Laurent—ever-single, with good reason—enlists the help of one of the only men he wholly trusts: his best friend, Damen. But when their attempt to use the toys goes unexpectedly well, they find themselves falling into a mutually-beneficial pattern. Sex between friends can be nice, if everyone is on the same page. The only question is, which page is it?

Read the full one-shot on AO3!

#captive prince #lamen fic #capri fic #damen x laurent #captive prince fic #my writing #hold me please fic #this is a one shot and it's just a bit of fun really #some jokes. some sex. friends to fwb to lovers.#what more do you need eh #oh there is a mild angst/grief moment but it's about HEALING

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howfast-thenight-changes · 7 months

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I feel like Sex Education deserves more credit. Although the ending was sad and bittersweet, I still do believe that it was the perfect epilogue. It started as an high school tv series with teenagers and their self discovery journey and now that they've all grown up, the themes are so mature and profound like abuse, grief, mental health, disability, self acceptance, feeling safe in their own communities and letting people and feelings go.

I personally loved Aimee's healing journey and how she decided to cope with the feelings lingering after the abuse, I get that it takes power in owning our own hurt. Most of all I deeply appreciated that Maeve went back to America to finish her course. She deserved to get on with a better life.

#me #sex education #maeve wiley #emma mackey #adam groff #aimee gibbs #aimee lou wood #connor swindells #ruby matthews #mimi keene #self discovery #self healing #healing journey

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nevertheless-moving · 2 months

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I'm not quite there yet but I KNOW that after wind and truth featuring Szeth and Kaladin's Unwell Adventure, I WILL be adding Kalaszeth to my all encompassing mental cabinet of beloved possible Kaladin ships.

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Which introduces a new funniest time travel companion for a new funniest post book 5 time travel scenario.

Stormlight au 31:

Szeth, having jump scared the bridge crew by appearing lightly glowing in the dark while they were having stew, been hastily ushered by the captain into the bridge four barrack, only to sit on the floor and stare dead eyed at nothing: Kaladin, standing between the crew and the man on the floor:

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Lopen looked around. As usual, he could tell that the men were silently crying out for him, the Lopen, to take charge and speak.

"So!" he said cheerfully. "Gotta say gancho, very excited to meet an old friend of yours! Nice to take some mystery out of that mysterious past of yours, eh?"

Kaladin shifted from foot to foot, face twisting a bit. He had been acting strange since that terrifying glowy high storm vision of his a few days back. Even more broody than usual, which was storming saying something.

"It must be difficult," Rock said slowly. "Being Shin man with great powers and shardblade."

A shardblade which he had summoned unceremoniously, causing all of bridge four to scramble for weapons, only for the crazy man to hand it to Kaladin with a mumble, then sit on the floor.

Kaladin had sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, before placing it, very, very carefully, under his bed.

A storming shardblade. Under the Captain's bed.

"A Shin with a shardblade who wears white," Moash added sarcastically, eyes flickering to the Captain's bed even more than usual.

(White may have been a stretch, what with all the mud and possibly dried blood. Still. Lopen could perhaps see Moash's point.)

"Yes," Rock said. "Why, were I more suspicious man, I would say Captain, this man on the floor, he can not be Assassin in White? Surely most wanted, most dangerous man in all Roshar is not here, in the place we sleep, asking for aid. Surely it would have been mentioned if this man who caused the war we even now are a part of, was old friend of yours?"

"I..." Kaladin trailed off. "I promised to try and protect..."

The whole bridge crew groaned, Skar even throwing his spear at the ground. Bad form, that.

"Storm's sake lad!" Teft growled, arms in the air. "You can't befriend and save every wanted criminal you meet!"

"If it is of help -"

The men started at the unnerving dead voice coming from the so far quiet assassin.

"We are not truly friends. Merely -"

He said a word, presumably in his language, then frowned, the first recognizably human emotion that had crossed his face.

"I do not know this word in Alethi. In Azish it is I think -"

He said something that made Sigzil choke on air, jaw dropping. "Uh," the Worldsinger stammered out. "I. Ah. I think. That might be the wrong term."

The Captain seemed to pale slightly. "Szeth, we can talk about that later," he said quickly. "We should probably figure out a plan for you to surrender to Dalinar - or Elokhar - without you getting immediately executed - Yes, Dalinar is probably-"

"Perhaps," Sigzil interrupted, voice higher than usual. "You could define the meaning of the word you used before."

"Sigzil!" The captain hissed.

"Captain?" Sigzil challenged, voice still slightly too high.

"I was emotionally and mentally unwell," the assassin in white said in his monotone. He paused. "Even more so than currently."

A few of the men took a step back.

"Stormblessed..." he looked up at Kaladin, and his voice seemed to soften, just the slightest bit. "He felt pity for me. Then he helped me feel. Helped me think that perhaps, someday I would feel the desire for life. He did this despite no great love for my being."

Many of the men nodded at that. Sigzil's shoulders slumped in relief.

"He accomplished this primarily by fucking me in a cave."

The nods froze. Sigzil closed his eyes.

The Captain slapped a hand to his face.

"The translation for this from my language would be 'pity fuck', but there is more cultural nuance..." The Assassin shrugged. "In any case it is not a bond such as that of friendship. My soul is still far too damaged for that."

"Szeth..." The Captain said, looking down at him with obvious concern. He glanced at the room, blanched at the men's expressions, then slowly pressed his head back into his hand.

Moash made an indecipherable noise and stomped towards the door, before making another noise and stomping back.

The Captain kept his palm pressed to his face.

A sudden wave of epiphany hit Lopen. "Hold on. Now hold on just a storming minute!"

The room turned slowly from staring at their Stormblessed leader to staring at Lopen.

He pointed accusingly at the Captain. When the man failed to pull his massive hand from his beautiful face, Lopen faced the others, glaring.

"I know that I joined bridge four late! But are you telling me that before I got here, the whole famous 'pulling everyone out of bridge crew misery' was actually the captain...I mean did storming all of you..."

He made a deliberate gesture, pointer finger moving extra emphatically to make up for the missing hand with which to form a hole, meeting each man's eyes with a challenge.

Drehy let out a wheeze. He and Skar looked at each other before dissolving into quiet, helpless laughter. Drehy sank to his hands and knees, wheezing more, and Skar bent over, tears streaming down his face as he gasped around his laughing.

"That ain't an answer!" he said indignantly.

He looked at Teft, but the older man had put both hands over his face. His shoulders seem to shake occasionally. Lopen's eyes narrowed as he turned to Rock.

The horneater had a hand over his mouth, but he brought it down, coughing once as he stroked his beard.

"What," Rock said mildly. "You thought it my stew that bring back men's will to live? You honor me, the Lopen."

Lopen gaped at that, and he wasn't the only one. The handful of other 'late' additions, men who had been rescued on the field from other crews, started in shock.

The rest of the crew completely lost it at that point.

Skar and Drehy collapsed further, banging their fists on the floor. Bissig started laughing as well, falling onto Natam, who had made a strange grunting whine at Lopen's question, a whine which grew louder at Rock's reply.

Moash's lips turned up reluctantly before a snort escaped against his will. He fell back against a wall, knees seeming to grow weak. Another snort. "Imagine!" he gasped out. "If he just started punching people in the stomach, ran around like a madman, and expected people to follow him!"

Leyten went from chuckling to a booming laugh at that, clutching at Pete and Yake to stay upright. He looked at Lopen, who made another questioning gesture. That was enough to send all three toppling over, Leyten loud enough to be heard the next barrack over.

Renarin squeaked from the corner as Natam hit the wall beside him in mirth, howling. Talek's breath, he had forgotten the lad was there, light eyes wide in shock.

Shen was next to him. Was it Lopen's imagination, or did even his eyes seemed to be sparkling with mirth? No storming way...not the parshman...the Captain wouldn't...

"Crazy!" Torfin agreed, cackling. "What kind of idiots would start pooling all their pay to buy storming bandages for doomed men, start laughing during chasm duty, swear to stand by their storming bridge, if they didn't have at least one, um - uh -"

"Stormblessing!" Leyten offered with a gasp from the ground.

Torfin pointed at him, "Stormblessing!" he repeated with a yell. "To remind them that life was worth living!"

Lopen narrowed his eyes, finally coming to a conclusion. "You fellows are taking the piss out on me," he accused.

"You know Captain," Drehy said, whole body heaving, tears still streaming down his face as he lay helplessly on the floor. "I still get nightmares."

This inspired a new wave of laughter mixed with jeers about their own issues, and suggestions for how the captain could help. Lopen shook his head, grinning widely at the room full of uproarious men. Some of his best work. And mostly achieved on accident, which was the best kind of accomplishment!

The Captain finally pulled his hand from his face. There was color high in his cheeks, and he was frowning, but the corners of his eyes were creased with suppressed laughter.

"Sorry Drehy, one time offer," he said dryly, to hoots.

And Lopen," he said, faux apologetic. "I am sorry for the oversight. I... didn't realize you were interested."

The crew edged well into hysteria, most men only able to breathe in strangled gasps and wheeze out an occasional ''Stormblessing!'

Bridge four's captain was good at playing straight man, when the mood struck him.

The Lopen huffed, but decided magnanimously to move past the slight to his honor. Even if it turned out they weren't joking.

"It's still nice to be included," he sniffed. "Ain't that right, Renarin."

The Brightlord seemed to shrink as attention was drawn towards him, face a brilliant red as he pressed into the corner. Some of the laughter trailed off as the crew remembered he was there. More of it got louder, even less uncontrolled.

The Captain's eyes widened and the flush on his cheeks spread to his ears.

"Renarin! Oh - Jezrianssake, the men are full of chullshit, alright? I didn't - that wasn't -"

The Captain gestured helplessly. "The thing with Szeth was - we were - the world was going to -"

He threw up his arms as Renarin's eyes just got wider.

"It was the stew!" He said desperately, turning to look at Eth, who looked bemused back at him. "It really was the stew!" He pleaded.

"I know Captain," Eth said soothingly. "I know I came in a bit later, but I know. That's not exactly something these idiots would be able to keep secret."

"Things might have gone faster, though..." Skar said leadingly, which set off another round of helpless groans and gasps for air.

The Captain rolled his eyes, scoffing, still the perfect comedic straight man.

...He did get the whole joke though, right? The bit of truth in the jeers? The Lopen was not generally interested in the more manly sex but Storms. It was sometimes hard to tell if the Captain realized just how pretty he was, just how much people reacted to his general...Stormblessedness. Not to mention the glowing! Everyone loves a man who can glow and run up walls.

Hm. Maybe that helped explain the Captain and the Assassin.

Moash stumbled, still snorting, over to the Man in White - to Szeth - looking down at him, appraising.

Kaladin grew tense.

Gancho had been especially strange around Moash for the last few days.

"Assassin," he said thoughtfully. "Are you sure it was just pity?"

The wide eyed man, who had remained utterly impassive as the room fell apart around him, cocked his head as Moash leaned down.

"There's a certain kind of person who finds killing light eyes, especially powerful lighteyes, a rather..."

Kaladin cleared his throat, interrupting. "We're not killing the king."

Moash turned sharply, glaring at Kaladin.

"I do not wish to kill anymore," Szeth whispered. He paused, then spoke again.

"I will kill if the Blackthorn orders, or if you ask, Kaladin Stormblessed, son son Tanavast."

Kaladin winced. "Maybe let's not mention...that whole last part when we go to the King. We...we should definitely practice exactly how we're going to explain all this."

He starting towing the still blank faced - no there was a bit of confusion there, if you were looking - infamous Assassin to his office, the men letting out the best jeers they could (considering their incoherent state) as they went.

"You should for sure mention the 'pity fuck' thing though," Lopen called helpfully. "The King will definitely be interested in that."

#Stormlight archive #kaladin stormblessed #My au #stormlight fanfic #Stormlight au no 31 #Szeth/Kaladin #Words of Radiance au #lopen and szeth: untapped comedy tagteam??#lopen szeth and kaladin: three people who will just fucking say things???#i made myself laugh and as always that's whats important #New most entertaining kaladin sexuality: sex positive ace whose thing specifically is #he WILL happily have sex but ONLY if it will be emotionally healing for the other party #bridge four: that's just pity fu-#kaladin: IT'S PART OF A JOURNEY TOWARDS MENTAL RECOVERY I DON'T KNOW OKAY I'M STILL INVENTING THERAPY #wind and truth speculation #rhythm of war spoilers #crack #you know those two glowing men are going to have some feelings at the very least while adjacent to each other.#overnight in a cave is optional i can supply that myself if need be #cosmere #nevertheless cosmere

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quinnigallagherjones · 8 months

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NEED THESE TWO TO HAVE HAPPY AND HEALING ENDINGS PLEASE !!!!!

#i have always been a protector of these two #they both deserve healing endings like they have been through so much #and when they end up as bi buddies #i need a full circle moment of them hugging and being like hey look at that we are both bi !#adam groff #aimee gibbs #sex education #tv #text

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whovianderson · 7 months

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Sex Education season 4 thoughts

The good

Aimee’s journey. As I’ve discussed online no end, I have complex PTSD. While I was never sexually assaulted like Aimee was, her avoidant trauma responses were very relatable to me. To see her taking the power back this season, especially when the burned the jeans she was assaulted in and did the photoshoot with them, made me feel a bit less alone as I try and heal. I cried my eyes out, so much so that I had to take a break from watching to collect myself!

“Even when I’m doing something I love… it feels like I’m still wearing them, like it never goes away”

Cal’s story as a non-binary person is very different to mine (and for the record, that doesn’t make either of us any less valid, because there is no singular way to be non-binary). Nonetheless, hearing someone I love as much as I do Gillian Anderson affirm our shared gender nonconformity meant the world. I’m sick of facing transphobia from society, but especially from people that I once considered idols. So knowing that Gillian embraced a role where her character supports trans youth healed something within me. It’s not the first time she’s showed up for our community though - she always makes a point to include non-binary people, for example in her Dear Gillian announcement video. I don’t mean to undermine the real hero of the story here: Dua Saleh, the actor who played Cal - it’s just that I had already formed such a deep connection with Gillian, so it hit me doubly hard from her.

The funeral scene. Just… the funeral scene. I really lost it when Mr Hendricks played With Or Without You on the piano and everyone else joined in.

Other people have spoken about this better, so I won’t get into it as much, but by god, the representation. One example that really struck me was the sex scene between Abbi and Roman at the end, where she said “I love being inside you”. It wasn’t a big deal, their transness was completely normalised.

This might be an unpopular opinion, but I loved the Motis ending! Maeve made the right choice going back to America, and long distance relationships are really hard when you have no plans to reunite, so I get why they called it off. Also, relationships at that age don’t usually last, as much as I hate to say it, and yet via Maeve’s letter, the show managed to honour that they can still shape one’s life and be really important.

The bad

If it wasn’t clear, I’m a Jean Milburn stan first and a human second. Unfortunately, I was disappointed in how they handled her storyline this season. Firstly, I’m tired of every single female character on television having an arc that culminates in motherhood. Not knowing who the father was felt like bad writing for Jean specifically, like very out of character, because she’s a sex therapist, so she’s all about safe sex and communication around those things. By no means am I suggesting that they should’ve kept Jakob as a character (if you don’t already know, his actor sexually assaulted hundreds of women which, by the way, was public knowledge before he was ever cast), but they could’ve come up with a better workaround. Maybe I’m biased because Jean is a comfort character of mine, but I wasn’t very pleased with the fact that they didn’t allow her to be happy for a single second this season either! That being said, I do think it’s important that we don’t gloss over the postpartum depression representation here, which could mean so much to so many. I wish they’d brought Maureen in to help Jean though, because their relationship was so special and yet we didn’t see them interact onscreen once this season.

I haven’t heard anyone else mention this, but I was disappointed with how they handled sapphic relationships this season. Not only were Ola and Lily erased entirely, but the writers fucked up the storyline for the only established sapphic couple remaining (Roz and Sofia Marchetti). Like, why was the Big Plot Twist™️ that there was, in fact, a man intimately involved with their family? Our lives don’t have to revolve around men, you know? The show didn’t explicitly acknowledge the fact that genetics to not make a family in my opinion either, because Roz and Sofia’s conversation with Jackson was just about how his biological father was missing out on raising him.

The… mixed? Idk!

I deserve to be sent to horny jail for this, but Jean breastfeeding initially drove me insane. I quickly changed my tune though, because breasts are not inherently sexual and breastfeeding shouldn’t be sexualised, so it makes me feel a bit icky to see people thirsting over that.

I’m not sure how I felt about the development of Adam and Michael’s relationship. On one hand, I thought it was beautiful to see them both grow and reconnect. On the other hand, I was slightly concerned that it was veering into “you have to forgive your abuser” territory. I don’t have parental trauma, so I don’t have the authority to comment, but I’d be interested to hear other people’s perspectives.

I really appreciate how they tried to explore toxic relationships with the introduction of Beau as Viv’s love interest. However, I don’t feel that it was given the weight it deserved, because there was so much else going on.

In summary

I’m not disappointed with how this season turned out overall. Although it definitely wasn’t perfect, I thoroughly enjoyed watching it, and it made me very happy. I do recommend checking trigger warnings before watching it though, because it is a lot darker than previous seasons.

I’d missed this show and these characters more than I’d realised, and I can’t believe I’ll never see them again. It was really hard to say goodbye!

#yes I binged all of season 4 in one day but I was too lazy to post about it until now. love that for me #miscellaneous thoughts:#gillian anderson is a phenomenal actor jsyk #this season is confirmation that ncuti is gonna be an amazing doctor #I may be becoming a hannah waddingham stan what of it #also this is personal so feel free to skip #but I’m so so proud of myself #because this season would have been too triggering for me to watch not long ago #but I’m ✨healing✨ now #sex ed season 4 #sex ed s4 #sex education season 4 #sex education s4 #sex ed spoilers #sex education spoilers #sex education netflix #sex ed netflix

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"Canon Clarke (I have theories)" may I ask 👀

Ok hear me out! I'm gonna try and explain this as best I can 😅

I believe that Clarke was extremely vocal in bed. If we look at the facts, Clarke has a big mouth and talks a lot. A lot. Often robustly, generally at inopportune times, and almost always out of turn. Girl just barely gave the tiniest of fucks at any given point in time. She did not shy away from saying exactly what she felt at any given time.

It's literally why we love her 🥺

And going off that you're not gonna tell me that didn't translate to the bedroom. How am I, a virgo lesbian with impeccable taste, meant to believe that that woman wasn't just as demonstrative in bed as she was outside of it? Just as vocal?

If you take into account the fact that after 307 everyone and their goddamn brother seemed to be aware of Clarke and Lexa's relationship, the logical question comes: How did they find out? How did literally everyone suddenly know about them without a doubt, to the point they felt comfortable speaking intimately about Lexa to Clarke? Yes Lexa wasn't subtle about her affections, but Clarke before them sleeping together was still very standoffish in her anger.

So what changed?

My theory: word of mouth.

I absolutely theorize that the guards/occupants of the surrounding tower floors quite literally heard Heda kom Body Glitter and Wanheda blowing each other's backs out, and then immediately started gossiping about it. Given the fact that their public interactions up until that point had been cloaked in so much pomp and ceremony, broken up with these strange, sporadic private moments of Clarke spending hours alone in the silence of Lexa's room as Lexa read and slept, to finally hear the sounds of them going full sapphic pauna on each other would've absolutely been something that any warrior would've gone on break and been like "biiiiiitch do you know what I just heard???" about immediately 🤷‍♀️

"Well what makes you think it was Clarke who was loud? Clarke was the one who fucked Lexa into a nap 🤨" you may ask.

To which I say: shut up and you're wrong.

Because, again, look at the facts. Lexa's love language was not only acts, but also she liiived for encouraging Clarke. Lexa was always Clarke biggest cheerleader. Her most ardent and vocal supporter. She was always the one stepping up and telling Clarke that she was capable and strong and everything else Clarke needed to hear in moments when she felt vulnerable. Do you honestly believe, after months of pining, when Lexa finally got the chance to make love to the woman who had stolen her heart and then spit in her face, that she wouldn't want to hear every single last sound of Clarke's pleasure? That she didn't encourage Clarke to completely lose herself in the pleasure of it? Do you honestly believe that when she rolled over and kissed Clarke, when she straddled her and made her writhe beneath her, when she licked through her folds and fucked her in her plush bed of furs, that she didn't ask Clarke if it felt good? If she liked this or that? That she didn't quietly beg into Clarke's ear for her to moan for her? Do you honestly believe that Lexa didn't pay attention to every twitch of Clarke's lips and gasp of her breath and use all those signals to make Clarke completely lose control? And that Clarke didn't give Lexa exactly what she wanted to hear? Willingly? Robustly? That she didn't want Lexa to hear exactly how much she made her feel? As far as either of them knew, this may be the only time they got to experience this intimacy together before their people pulled them apart. Do you really believe they didn't do exactly what they wanted to the fullest extent in those few hours they lay hidden from the world???

Clarke may not have been ready to tell Lexa that she loved her because of the anger and betrayal that lingered between them, but you're not going to ever make me believe that when she made love with Lexa she didn't do everything she could to show it

#sassymajesty #clexa #clarke Griffin #i also theorize that lexa was the only lover Clarke ever let herself be loud with #or felt the urge/ pleasure in being so #finn was the awkward rush of first love and sex #Niylah was comfort and solace #but Lexa? Lexa was love and passion #heartbreak and healing #yearning and fulfillment

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