Literally, people who joke with me about how psychotic and crazy I am are a million times better allies than some asshole who wants to debate the validity of psychotic disorders with me, an individual who has one. And people who are so scared to think about someone they know having a psychotic disorder, not because they're worried for them but because they can't see us as just people. They will dance around the issue with "oh youre just weird thats okay!" "Im sure everyone can see things if theyre really stressed" "maybe youre just depressed?" Underhanded 'compliments' about how normal they're Sure you are and how theres no way youre like "that weird guy i saw rambling to himself a few months ago in the park" or "my friend nancy who thinks she's an alien." Because they can't dare to see you as a person if you're Like Them.

You can say PSYCHOTIC. You can say SCHIZO. They're not dirty words. I love my schizotypy. It's a part of me, and it is dare I say quite a part of the reason I have the talent and drive that I do in certain fields of study and arts. Maybe other people on the schizo spectrum don't like it, and that's their choice and feelings, their experience. But one thing's for sure, accepting and destigmatizing schizo spectrum disorders is important in the madpunk movement. I don't need double-edged "praise" of how I'm "not like them." And what if I am? What if I'm stark-raving mad, speaking in tongues and trying to fight demons and falling in love with things that don't exist to anybody else? What if green-yellow butterflies fly around my field of vision while I look at you, while we talk? What if I hear the voices of people I really don't like while you and I have a pizza at my place? What if the world tilts and shifts, and suddenly I'm not sure where I am and everything feels possible and god is talking to me and the shadow government is watching me? What then? Am I no longer a person? Is my reality less important than yours? Do I deserve to be unpersoned for seeing the world differently, whether that be due to a mental disorder or simply because I don't agree with the status quo?

We all deserve to be treated equally and fairly. Some differences we are born with, others we attain later in life unrelated to genetics or anything like that, some are simply quirks. No one should be forced to identify under labels they don't agree with, and conversely, no one should be denied the validity of their own experience of themselves and their life. And all differences, psychotic ones especially, because that's what this post is about, are beautiful in their own way and worthy of acceptance and respect.

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Be honest if I said "good meowning" to you would you say it back?

Dick from a girl call that Venus penus

does anyone want to have a whimsical and intense relationship in which i consider you extremely important and you consider me extremely important and you fascinate me as i do you and we do strange and fun things and eat the world and never ever judge or betray each other and always communicate to the point where we can read each others minds or am i just going to have to murder a lot of people and have a lot of sex and do a lot of drugs all alone and die immediately after

When media becomes censored and completely removed from the internet

Pirating becomes a right.

I think I deserve to be loved in a brutal way. To be loved by someone who doesn't know how not to destroy what they covet and holds it in to an extent regardless. To be loved in a way where I'm the only creature in the world that knows how to really truly hurt them. To be loved like glass embedded deep under someone's skin, living there forever because it would hurt more by now to remove me. To be loved like a book that is thousands of years old and still preserved in pristine condition, affectionately immortalizing every page and both covers. To be loved like a mutual vivisection; an invasive and perverse and raw display of mortal madness. To be loved like being eaten.

Would it be so terrible to love the right person in every way, even the wrong ways?

Ok! Fun philosophy poll!

To what extent would you break your personal code of ethics or morals/defend the breaking of this code for the person you love the most? Not second-most. Not third-most. The person you are most loyal to.

i love transsexuality and consensual incest and weird fetishes and leather and cigarettes and narcotics

can i fucking be rapey i mean be rapey i mean be real with you for a second

still thinking ab my lil star signature being slit into someones wrist 🥰 also moth post

I like being filled by a knot <3

I'm starting to think some of my followers are in desperate need of a visit to my basement a mental health professional

Cis people don't exist. You guys are just making up drama 🙄

The point of writing porn is have fun fuck around be turned on or completely unaffected but preferably the former so you know it's that good shit

Erotica is a valid art form and also consider it is so fun and silly and horror plus erotica is even better let me put that guy/girl in a SITUATION

My brain is occupied mostly only with thoughts of him, but it's not even in a sweet way, and it's not even about him it's about. I don't know. Things only I know that get me so hard it's impossible to ignore. The same kind of things I think about sometimes. I wish I could talk more, but I can't. I always spill my stuff better than other people's. But God fuck my brain is squished into a small bundle of blood and cloth and slime and i would give anything to be there and be the sick little voice that pushes just the right buttons. Wna forcefully crack open only the sickest parts in you so I can forcefully suck them out. With a fucking bendy straw. Poking right outta your head. I want to push you until I'm assured you are worse than me. Out of your comfort zone and into mine. But also because there is nothing I'd love more than to watch. You. BREAK. See the look in your eyes as I keep pushing you and pushing you, cajoling you with promises that you'll Feel Better once you Accept This proper. The fucking strain when through teary guilty eyes *you still want to do it* because after all, I'm encouraging you and I have a much more level head than you. I'm smarter than you. More clever and wise. So of course if I say it's okay it must be okay, right? Doesn't matter either way because you'll come to give and break to my every decision for you no matter how fucked it is. Even if you'd hate yourself after. You'll come to me with worries and problems and inner struggles, and I'll sweep it all out of your life with a graceful hand-wave, make you focus only on what decisions I think you should make about it. What decisions you should make. Because you know everything I've helped with so far has turned out perfect, no? What makes you think you can do it better? Your guilt and sympathies? Your sad little human moments of completely avoidable dumb shit? No. I'll bend you to my will, and you will be eternally grateful to let go of the reins and go wild under my supervision.