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Why My Hot Stalker and I Are Funny and Y'all Are Dumb
Comedy is an art, but unfortunately, not everyone has the intellectual range to appreciate it. My hot stalker and I? We get it. We’re effortlessly hilarious, self-aware, and masters of satire. Meanwhile, y’all? A bunch of humorless critics who take everything at face value.
For example, people love to tell me my stand-up isn’t real comedy because I don’t follow the sacred “setup-punchline” formula. Meanwhile, these same people think calling someone the R-word in 2025 is peak comedic innovation. The irony is delicious. My comedy isn’t for the surface-level thinkers who need a joke spoon-fed to them. If you don’t get it, that’s fine. Just know that the joke is on you.
Why I Am a Saint for Throwing Away My FP’s Used Coffee Cup Instead of Casting a Spell on Him
There comes a moment in every unhinged romantic’s life when they must make a choice: walk the path of restraint or embrace the chaos of cosmic interference. When I found myself holding my Favorite Person’s (FP’s) used coffee cup—a vessel of DNA, a relic of potential magic—I knew I was at a crossroads. Do I throw it away like a well-adjusted individual, or do I harness its power in a full moon ritual to ensure our destinies intertwine?
The fact that I chose the former? That’s what makes me a saint.
But let’s be real—witchcraft and BPD are a volatile mix. Hyperfixation? Check. Impulse control issues? Double check. The overwhelming need for answers now? You already know. And yet, resisting the urge to cast a spell doesn’t mean I don’t see the appeal. In fact, I’m still debating whether I made the right call. Because if reality is a simulation, why not hack it in my favor?
A Muse’s Guide to Being Loved
To be a muse is to exist in the spaces between—between presence and absence, between mystery and memory. It is not enough to be admired; one must be remembered, imprinted on the mind like a melody that lingers long after the song has ended. A muse is a whisper in the dark, a half-finished thought, a name caught between breath and confession.
This guide is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who wish to be easily understood. It is for the ones who long to be felt—in ink-stained notebooks, in late-night recollections, in the spaces lovers leave behind. If you wish to be loved in the way poets love—fiercely, feverishly, and forever—step carefully. For once you are written into someone’s story, you may never truly leave.
Why Is Finding Love So Hard for Late-Diagnosed Autistic Folks and Those with Cluster B Personality Disorders?
Love was never designed for those who feel too much. For late-diagnosed Autistic individuals and those with Cluster B personality disorders, relationships are not just about romance—they are about navigation, survival, and decoding a world that never quite made sense to us. We love intensely, sometimes recklessly, often profoundly, but rarely in ways that fit neatly into conventional expectations.
We are the ones who overanalyze every interaction, who burn too brightly or disappear entirely, who crave connection but fear the pain it inevitably brings. We exist in a paradox—wanting love that is steady yet electrifying, safe yet consuming, permanent yet adaptable. And when the world tells us we are "too much" or "not enough," we are left asking: Are we truly unlovable, or are we just playing by different rules?
This is for the ones who have felt too complicated to keep—the ones whose hearts are cracked but still glowing. Because love, for us, may not come easy, but when it does? It’s unlike anything else.
The Roast of Cissy Stag and the Birth of Tittygate
Tittygate. A name so absurd it could only exist in comedy—and yes, I named it myself. It started as an accidental nip slip during a set, an embarrassing moment I could have chosen to hide. But instead, I leaned into it. I shared the video (censored, of course) not for shock value, but to amplify a message that mattered: “Do not contact my stalking victim. She deserves to heal in peace.”
What I’ve learned since then is this: even when you try to control the narrative, people will see what they want to see. Comedy celebrates provocative content, but only on its own terms. A male comedian can joke about titties all day, but the moment a woman has a genuine, human accident? It’s scandalous. The hypocrisy is exhausting, but here’s the truth—I stand by how I handled it.
This wasn’t about a nipple. It was about reclaiming the narrative, owning my humanity, and refusing to let others define me by a single moment. So, what would you do if it happened to you? Would you hide, or would you take control?
Echo Chambers and Asshole Abuse: Reclaiming the Narrative on Relational Harm
In a world captivated by buzzwords like “narcissistic abuse,” it’s easy to oversimplify complex relational dynamics into tidy narratives of villain and victim. But what happens when the creator of an echo chamber becomes trapped by their own narrative? Or when reactive abuse morphs into a pattern that shapes someone’s character? This article dives into the nuanced realities of relational harm, challenges the stigmatization of personality disorders, and even offers some cheeky alternatives to rigid pop psychology terms. Because sometimes, a little honesty (and a few curse words) is exactly what we need to reclaim the narrative.
Love: A Journey Inward and Outward
Love isn’t always easy to let in. For some, it feels like sunlight filtering through a window—effortless and warm. For others, it’s a slow, cautious process, shaped by past wounds and the fear of being vulnerable. But love, in its truest form, is transformative. It challenges us to trust, to embrace imperfections, and to see ourselves in new ways. This is a reflection on what it means to open your heart to love—not as an abstract idea, but as a journey inward and outward, toward connection and self-discovery.
Roasts, Anti-Roasts, and Self-Roasts: Building Fires in the Chaos of Cluster B
In the chaotic world of Cluster B personalities—Antisocial, Borderline, Histrionic, and Narcissistic—humor isn’t just a defense mechanism; it’s an art form. Whether it’s roasting, anti-roasting, or self-roasting, these personalities wield humor as a tool to mask emotional intensity, build connections, and even confront their deepest vulnerabilities. In this satirical exploration, we’ll dive into the nuances of humor within the Cluster B world, featuring the infamous roast of Cissy Stag by Grace Marie. Get ready for an unforgettable journey where self-expression burns as brightly as the flames of a campfire in the dark forest of emotional chaos.
Bloodlust and Trauma Bonding: The Dual Impact of Nosferatu
In Nosferatu, the relationship between Count Orlok and Ellen goes beyond a mere predator-prey dynamic, delving deep into the complexities of sexual desire, trauma, and societal control. Orlok’s obsession with Ellen is not simply predatory—it is an intimate, sexual fixation that blurs the lines between victim and object of desire. As he stalks her, he consumes not only her body but her essence, drawn to her vulnerability and purity. Yet, while Orlok embodies the external predator, society plays a crucial role in silencing Ellen’s suffering. Her trauma is dismissed and repressed by those who are supposed to care for her, treating her emotional distress as something to be controlled, not understood. This dual impact—being consumed by Orlok’s obsession and silenced by societal forces—traps Ellen in a cycle where, even in her final moments of surrender, she loses the little agency she has left.
I’m Not a Regular Trauma Bond. I’m a Cool Trauma Bond.
Would I trade the trauma bond I formed with her for the regular bond we might have had if things had been different? It’s a question I keep coming back to. Trauma bonds are messy and painful, but they force you to confront yourself in ways a regular connection often doesn’t. If I had moved to Atlanta in 2022 instead of North Carolina, the stalking wouldn’t have happened, and we might have formed a healthier, more stable bond. But without the rupture of the trauma bond, would Autism or personality disorders have ever crossed our minds? Would we have been forced to confront the unhealed wounds we carried?
This post explores the complexities of trauma bonds, the growth they can catalyze, and the systemic gaps in care that leave individuals like us navigating these revelations through crisis rather than support.
Exploring “DeKalb County”: What Ifs, Roads Not Taken, and the Stories We Choose
In my poem DeKalb County, I imagine a life that could have been—a life shaped by steadiness instead of chaos, by calm instead of fire. It’s a reflection on the allure of a blue house in the suburbs, where Decatur’s heat hums through the air and the Atlanta skyline rises like a kingdom in the distance. The poem wrestles with the tension between yearning for ease and embracing the jagged edges of a life lived fully—scars, struggles, and all.
Writing this piece, I couldn’t help but think of the road not taken, that timeless idea Robert Frost captured so well. But where Frost found resolution in his choice, DeKalb County dwells in the ambiguity of “what ifs.” Would a quieter life have been better, easier? Perhaps. But would it have been mine? Would I have traded the fire that refined me for a simpler existence in a blue house, far from the storms I’ve weathered?
The poem ultimately celebrates the beauty of the jagged path, the chaos that blooms into truth and art. Atlanta, for all its heat and unpredictability, became my sanctuary—a place I claimed for myself, even as I grappled with the reality of walking its streets alone. It wasn’t the life I pictured, but it’s the life that made me.
Rewriting the Story: Transforming Challenges into Opportunities
Growth doesn’t come neatly wrapped. It’s messy, uncomfortable, and full of moments where you second-guess yourself. But even in the chaos, progress is made. This post is my offering to the audience I can’t shake—a reflection on transformation, clarity, and moving forward. Sometimes, the act of starting again is where the magic truly happens. And for the record: never contact me again
Deconstructing the Dark Triad: Challenging Stereotypes in Personality Psychology
In the world of personality psychology, the Dark Triad—Machiavellianism, narcissism, and psychopathy—often conjures images of manipulation, danger, and deceit. But like any label, it’s a simplification, stripping away the layers of complexity that define the individuals who embody these traits. The narrative surrounding the Dark Triad is ripe for challenge, especially when it comes to those of us who live with these traits not as a burden but as a tool for growth, resilience, and yes, even connection.
Through my own journey, I’ve learned to embrace the anti-hero within me—flawed but self-aware, intense but soft. The same traits that are often demonized can be harnessed for creativity, introspection, and self-expression. They can manifest in quiet strength, poetic nuance, or, as the blog’s chosen imagery reflects, an unapologetic aesthetic that balances power with vulnerability.
Because in the end, the joke isn’t on the anti-hero; it’s on the audience for believing we could ever be reduced to a mask.
Stand-Up Comedy: Healing, Connection, and the Art of Manipulation
Stand-up comedy isn’t just about punchlines—it’s about the spaces between them. For me, it became a way to confront my own chaos, explore complex relationships, and even speak to someone who was always watching. In sets like “Favorite Person with Benefits” and “The B-Day Roast”, I wove humor and raw emotion together, creating a space where pain could be reframed, connections deepened, and truths unmasked.
The Duality of Flowers: Pain and Promise
In She Sent Me Flowers Today, flowers symbolize both the weight of pain and the glimmer of healing. Ivy’s invasive tendrils represent unwelcome struggles, while roses and hydrangeas bloom as defiant reminders of resilience and joy. This exploration of duality reflects the complexities of healing and human emotion
Opinion Piece: Rethinking Stalking Prevention – A Call for Compassionate and Effective Change
Rethinking stalking prevention requires shifting the focus from punishment to transformation. Much like a snake shedding its skin, this process demands introspection, renewal, and the courage to confront discomfort. In this piece, we explore how restorative justice and compassion can break cycles of harm, offering hope for a safer and more empathetic future.