It's frustrating, but I think it's good also that I'm pulling away from the idea that I have to push and push until I'm just like all rhe cool kinksters.

Tbh my current relationship has been going for almost three years and I still feel weird about the idea of hypnotizing my gf. I may never be in a place to do kink except at the most shallow level.

An agreement was finally reached through a collective consumption of the corpse. Each of them now embodying the master they had taken into themselves, no one objected as each one went on to live a life devoted to her own pleasure.

And seeing a story where those conceits run aground of the real effects of toxic positivity and repression would be fun, at least once.

In a lot of mc stories, there's a conceit that psychology is much simpler than it is in reality, that quick fixes work, and that happiness can result from just being induced to want the right things. In that sense, it fetishes toxic positivity as a practice, as much as anything else.

Sometimes you need a lot of compressed air and a tolberone.