Back again. Mary’s back. Tell your [Buffalo] friends.
I’ve decided to restart my blog. Since I’m currently unemployed, I’ve been talking about my sex blog as a party trick, and now it seems like I have fans in Buffalo. So hello, welcome. Sit down, take your pants off, and enjoy. If you pleasure yourself to these stories, you’re a little sick, and I love it.
I’ve been seeing a paid therapist for the last two years, alongside ChatGPT and my friend Nicky from Berlin. A few things that I’ve learned about myself:
- I have control issues, which, like, WHOA, I didn’t expect that one. I always thought I was a go-with-the-flow type of person.
- Half my problems are because I have daddy issues.
- The other half of my problems are because I grew up in a super-conservative Asian Christian household that thought everything was a sin.
I’ve asked my paid therapist and Chat how to manage my anxiety and my anxious attachment issues, and they said I can go for a walk/work out (no thank you), take a shower (already did that), take deep breaths (um, already doing that), or write down my feelings (okay, will consider).
My friend Nicky said to BUY A PLANT AND WATER IT (…I have no words…). So I’m going with writing, since there’s nothing alive in my apartment except me and a fucking baby cockroach I found the other day. (The small ones, so you know there’s a family somewhere.)
I told my therapist that I wanted to restart my sex blog, and she asked what the reason was for wanting to do it—is it to seek validation from other people, and how can we find ways to self-validate so we don’t seek it from external sources?
My response: Yes, and I don’t fucking know. And if I did, I wouldn’t have to see you 1–2 times a week, and you wouldn’t have a job.
And when I ask my therapist for tactical ways to manage this, she says: go for a walk, shower, take deep breaths, write down my feelings, continue to talk it out [so she can stay employed].
My favorite one is to “SIT IN MY FEELINGS.”
Come again?
So, as a Type A wannabe Type B person, I’ve decided to restart my blog because I enjoy seeking external validation to help give me self-validation. But most importantly, I’m an entertainer (and a giver 😉), according to a Myers-Briggs-type online test I took—I’m an ESFP (Extraverted, Sensing, Feeling, Perceiving).
I’ve been living my life for the past 10 years for “the plot,” and it’s a bit serial-killer-vibes if I do the things I do purely for my own entertainment. So I have a few more jaw-dropping stories from my past and current life, and I’ve bucketed them into three series:
· Miss Peggy: I peg men.
· To All the Boys That I’ve Ever Loved: To all the boys that I thought I’ve ever loved.
· Queen Size, Size Queen: I’m a big girl. I love big dicks and I cannot lie, but sometimes I need to lie about who I’ve fucked because…like…yikes.
It will not be AI-generated. Just generated by the sick mind of mine.
XOXO,
Gossip Girl
Born again and again and again and again Virgin Mary
