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🔞Love,Self.
@heloveshimself.bsky.social
🔞 30. He/Him. Autosexual🩵🩶, panromantic. Not a narcissist.

Expect rambling, selfcest, ace pride, and music (on occasion).
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The real me, or bust.
Rugal Bernstein is my favorite villain of ALL time. So you can imagine how much it pissed me off that this guy used AI to remix one of Rugal’s themes.

February 10 is Rugal’s canonical birthday. Mark that date. I’ll show you what a REAL Rugal tribute sounds like.

AI slop below👇🏽👇🏽
Last Dance (Epic Remix) - The King Of Fighters 2002
YouTube video by Daniel D Harvey
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February 3, 2026 at 2:15 AM
The real me, or bust.
February 2, 2026 at 9:16 PM
Until the foreseeable future, I offer my prayers to St. Anger.
St. [b]Anger - St. Anger (Metallica Cover)
YouTube video by Michael Shea Audio
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February 2, 2026 at 1:40 AM
My mom said of the one and only girlfriend I ever had: “She’s very sweet, but you can do better than her, she isn’t as beautiful as you.”

I never agreed with that. I don’t care what a person looks like. If you are a good person, I’ll fuck you for all time.
February 2, 2026 at 1:19 AM
The results of that attachment quiz hit me a lot harder than I realized.

“Disorganized/Fearful-Avoidant Attachment” is considered the most insecure of the attachment styles. It explains a lot.

I’m actually crying, because it hurts so much.
February 2, 2026 at 1:02 AM
This is about it for me. Hby?
Stop Trying To Reinvent Yourself ► Explained With Dark Souls
YouTube video by Souls Improvement
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February 1, 2026 at 7:40 PM
Just found out that my attachment style classified as “disorganized”.

Thanks, mom and dad.
February 1, 2026 at 7:18 PM
I might write selfcest novels as I explore my autosexuality further.
February 1, 2026 at 1:38 PM
The things I talk about are not unimportant, in fact they’re no less important than any post with 1K+ likes or even ZERO likes. I talk about what I like till I die. The people meant for me will come. If not here, then somewhere. But for right now, I’m actually happy being solo.
February 1, 2026 at 5:04 AM
Until right now, I lowkey used to compare the validity of my posts on here to the number of “likes” that another person’s post has.

…But then I noticed that many posts have hundreds of “likes” and only have 3 comments. I guess I’m not alone.
February 1, 2026 at 4:58 AM
I came here to understand myself better, and boy did I. Now, I’m looking to connect.
February 1, 2026 at 4:47 AM
There’re moments when I have to reassess the quality of my follows and likes.
January 31, 2026 at 10:24 PM
I’ve workshopped this one a bit more:

“Don’t be so intent on being ‘gay’ or ‘lesbian’ that you can’t have platonic acquaintances of the (apparent) opposite sex.”

Not everyone that talks with you wants you like that. Think highly of yourself, but not *that* highly; it’s toxic.
Don’t be so intent on being “gay” or “lesbian” that you can’t have platonic acquaintances.
January 31, 2026 at 9:54 PM
This world as it’s built today wasn’t meant for something so complete.
Authoritarians hate #autosexuality because they cannot handle the concept of a person being immune to sexual entrapment.
January 31, 2026 at 5:47 PM
I’ve been looking at media that talks about #autosexuality, and GODDAM are we misunderstood and rejected, even by fellow queer folks. Pity.

There IS a difference between autosexuality and narcissism. One is healthy, the other is often born of childhood wounds.
January 31, 2026 at 5:45 PM
My life has been about shifting my identity from the achievement of external goals to my own presence in the journey.

My presence allows much more space for authentic expression than those goals ever did.

Presence says, “Right now, I EXIST!!!”

Goals say, “When the lord returns, ONLY THEN WILL I…”
January 31, 2026 at 2:47 AM
I look back on why I liked Dauragon C. Mikado’s last words, “The pleasure of fighting for the sake of fighting!”

Or Starro’s last words, “I was happy, floating, gazing at the stars.”

I don’t require goals, I require presence.
January 31, 2026 at 2:34 AM
Remember, the “self”—the one that we fabricate to soothe ourselves, or build to protect ourselves—can die, if we want it to. It takes time, but eventually, you’ll find the human buried beneath that “self”.
January 31, 2026 at 2:26 AM
When I was a “Christian”, I was a kid raised on conditional love and codependency.

My body, my thoughts, my artistry, my relationships all became a “means to an end”. A human can bury themself in any identity or cause, especially those INFLICTED upon them.

Self becomes the worst kind of cage.
January 31, 2026 at 2:19 AM
Being disconnected from the validity of your own ideas can cause a disembodiment from your own artistry, your own pleasure, your own identity.

If you’ve been raised to believe your own thoughts are “wrong”, consider asking:

“Am I at my happiest when I feel connected to both my body and ideas?”
January 31, 2026 at 1:38 AM
My “Completion Build” (CB) has taken on an entirely different dimension since I came out as #autosexual

The original goal of CB is to unite my mind, body, and heart, but this clarity makes it my way of authentic lovemaking to myself.

My needs are finally met, and I want to be a better person.🤍✨
January 31, 2026 at 1:29 AM
DUUDE….!!!!

Stamena all is already doing magic to my bedroom routine, and it’s only been like 3 days. What’s going to happen after 3 MONTHS, *PLUS* the effects of Overload when I’ve been taking that for the recommended 3-4 weeks…? Holy shit…😰
January 31, 2026 at 1:03 AM
There’s nothing more I have to do. Now all I do is just laugh.
January 30, 2026 at 3:00 AM
I have (hopefully) a lot of life left to live, ideally I’d live to be over 1,000 years old.

Being how I am now, I don’t need to make up for lost time, I just need to make sure I don’t waste what’s left.
January 30, 2026 at 2:56 AM
I used to have nothing left to lose, but now I have everything to gain.

Not from approval, not from “likes”, but from raw, unkempt, ferocious honesty.

My authenticity IS my peace of mind. So if I have to cuss a motherfucker out while trembling, I *will* cuss a motherfucker out while trembling.
January 30, 2026 at 2:32 AM