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Being autistic and having phone sex on a video call with a guy that gets off on being watched and positive feedback is like really hard.

Pun intended.

Because dirty talk is super hard to do when you think logically and aren’t that emotion driven. He’s all “do you want to meet him? He’s very excited to meet you. He’s getting so excited 😏”

And I’m all “oh yes I’d like to meet him...” so he whips it out and y’know it’s a penis and all. Nothing special. Just a flesh rod full of blood and semen. But I guess I was supposed to react more dramatically like “OHH HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL UHNNN YES I WISH I WERE THERE” because instead of that I was like “😶 what’s his name?” which killed the mood because apparently he didn’t get that far.

And apparently asking for the name of someone’s genitalia is improper dirty talk etiquette because he got very confused and I’m like “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO PERSONALIZED IT” like c’mon you gave him a gender and personality with wants and needs how am I wrong to ask his name?

TL;DR: I asked for my internet sex partner’s penis’ name and he deflated.

you're not supposed to do WHAT

PSA info from my therapist since I started keeping a journal:

You're not supposed to read back in it. I repeat, YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO READ WHAT YOU'VE ALREADY WRITTEN. The journal is for purging thoughts and emotions, and when you read back over what you've written, you're just reintroducing those thoughts and feelings back into your head. It creates a spiral of wallowing in and perpetuating your own negative emotions, never letting yourself move past them. Reading your journal can literally make you worse.

hey did anyone else think that alaska was an island until just recently or...?

Type these words in the tags and see what comes up:

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