!MLHqI35Srs started this discussion 10 years ago#49,051
It is like a quilt,
Adorned on which embroidened confessions,
Kept silent to deepest entrenched dimensions.
Sexuality and Character,
Never since the abounding guilt of Weininger,
Have I felt at pressure, instead of plea,
To take to my hand that contradiction: me.
It is not befitting an Aspergian social conscientousness indeed,
Even if conviction in this matter more profoundly marks itself,
Than that similarily found in the Neu(g)rotypical breed.
Fetid stench of the procreative fluids, how dare you embark, of me,
To spawn the most ulterior of forbidden pleasures.
Thankfully no opportune moment has ever presented itself for this sin,
To catch me, and in doing so, placing perenially outwith all integrity advocation of kin.
One day, expect disappearance to flourish;
Better than atonement, hath return I nourished.