are we fucked?

Fucked in not a good way. This is how My mind works. It just goes on and on and on. I found Myself, yet AGAIN, uttering the same words My dad has ingrained into My head— a phrase that I absolutely despise. Fucking childhood trauma— yay.

“You must suffer the consequences of your actions.”

Such bullshit, right? But it’s ALSO EQUALLY INTERESTING AND ANNOYING how deeply My disciplinarian personality is rooted. Like that shit is REALLY fucking burnt into My skull. Jesus. Ugh. Such torture. Fuck the suffering. I’ve had quite “the epiphany” over these last 3-months about life, family and such and what REALLY matters to Me. I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience as I’m hearing Myself say these words. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??? And really, when it comes down to it, it’s not a huge deal— the thing with My son— what we were discussing.

Fuck Me. Fucking trauma bonding bullshit. I swear, the more I learn about Myself, the more I don’t know. I’m extremely self-aware, and I can feel detached at the same time during an emotional experience. Again, I’m AWARE I’m doing this disassociation behavior— it really takes a lot of effort to reel Myself back in, but I will do it— especially if it’s concerning My son.

Not everyone grows up in a healthy living environment— and as a kid, that’s out of your control— you just have to manage the best that you can.

Now that you’re an adult, here you are with all your SHIT— your “baggage.” Ok, what now? Yes, it’s understood that now, as an adult, it’s your responsibility to deal with your past trauma.

So, how does a kinky fucker like yourself go about dealing with your past trauma?

So glad you asked.

Because I specialize in exactly that. You know— dealing with the trauma shit and getting through that shit show.

How about we simplify things. For starters, you can come see Me over the holidays. Holidays can be a huge trigger for a lot of people— for Me, too. Whether you need more pain or pleasure…or both, I’ve got the cure for your ailments.

The holidays can be tough for a lot of people— including Myself. I REALLY try to not let it get to Me, but it fucking DOES. My son is My family— he is My heart and everlasting joy.

How about you GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM YOUR CRAZY FUCKING EXTENDED FAMILY for a of couple hours, chill and relax with Me whilst I give you a Blissful Healing Energy Massage— or tie you up and ball gag you. Sounds fucking awesome, right? It’s My happy place. Because I’m the BEST Swedish Dominatrix and Energy Healer ever, ever, ever.