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Hot take but manipulation isn’t a bad thing.
The entire premise of society is based on manipulation. When a child is crying or angry, you might give them some chocolate to make them stop. That is manipulation. When you want a promotion, you might try suck up to your boss and work harder than usual. That is manipulation. Favours are basically acknowledged and welcomed manipulation. The whole thing is about doing something for someone so they can do something for you.
Society wouldn’t function without manipulation. It’s only when people talk about the functions of society for what they are that people don’t like it.
Gaslighting - one from the vault - edited
I told him waaaaay back in our early days that I was attracted to women.
This was when we were teenagers and he managed to hang on to a group of friends - I suspect the copious amount of alcohol consumed among other mood enhancing essentials tended to keep things light and fun.
Within this group of friends were two women in a relationship together. Some time after I had told him about my attraction he pulled me aside.
He told me that he had overheard these two women talking and they thought I was good-looking. This didn’t really generate a reaction from me; they were in a relationship, I was in a separate relationship, and there wasn’t history, mutual attraction or chemistry. As far as I was concerned they were commenting on the drapes.
He rolled his eyes and spelled it out for me, because clearly I was too stupid to figure it out. He told me that they would probably proposition me and if I said no that they would attack me. Possibly even rape me.
I was shocked. And frightened. He told me most of the lesbians he knew were aggressive like this. He said that if they even suspected I was anything but straight, they’d never stop bothering me.
He knew these people better than I did, and as a teenager emerging from Catholic school I was not acquainted with many out lesbians to base my experience on. Plus he was my boyfriend, and was always looking out for my best interests. What reason did I have not to believe him?
Fourteen years later, I can tell you that this story is total bullshit. I doubt he even overhead them commenting on me.
They never ever gave me even an inkling that their interests were anything other than platonic, and we all spent a significant amount of time together. Furthermore I have heard nothing from any other source about them being aggressive, predatory, or violent.
And yet I was always on guard when they were around (which was frequently) because of what he’d told me.
WHY WOULD HE CONTINUE TO BRING ME TO THESE GATHERINGS IN THE FIRST PLACE IF HE THOUGHT THERE WAS A RISK THAT I MAY BE ASSAULTED?!
This event, ridiculous as it may sound, was a major player in the prolonged repression of my sexuality. And an excellent way to keep me off balance and uncomfortable in public, while simultaneously ruling out those he saw as his competition.
Three birds, one stone.
Say g’bye to sleep this week.
He contacted one of my friends today.
I haven’t gotten back to him about the tax document yet (yeah, I procrastinated/avoided/ whatever you want to call it). He messaged one of the few friends of mine that he was fairly well acquainted with.
She doesn’t know about the abuse. I really do adore her, but she lives out of town and talking about it never seemed like the right time. Plus, she’s a confident, successful, strong and I really admire her; I’ll admit that I can feel intimidated by her, and I’m not sure she’d understand.
Though I believe she understands him a little more after his escapade tonight.
Words matter to him. She told him that I wasn’t responding because this was a busy time of year for me and because I was “moving on.”
We all knew where this was going.
So, being reasonable, she told him to mail it to me. He responded that he’s going to drop it off. Can’t wait to see him at the door. :D
Did you know that he had the nerve to tell her that he was worried about me?
No Joy 2
He stole even the simplest joys. This is so trivial, but when I'm sitting in the passenger side of a car, I like to have my hand out of the window. The wind against my skin feels nice.
He often closed my window on me because he didn't like it. Claimed it blocked his rearview mirror on the passenger side.
In actuality it was because I enjoyed it. And he couldn't have that.
He wouldn’t let me keep pierogi in the house because he disliked them so much. I was not even allowed to eat them when he wasn’t home.
Guess what I’ve got a bit ol’ plate of right now?
A text from January 31, 2017
wow all you need to do is surprise me with dinner, a new job, a three some, a vacation and a apartment (or your own home big enough for me)
and i would be dating you.
Silly things I was not allowed to keep on my person ( off the top of my head):
A hair elastic on my wrist.
A purse (but he'd be so angry if I wasn't wearing one and he needed me to hold his stuff.)
A jacket when he thought it was too warm.
A sweater when I said he kept the ac too high in the summer.
Sandals.
Things he required me to have:
Tame, managed hair in all potential scenarios.
A purse, but only when he needed me to hold something and I needed to anticipate that before we left. Somehow.
A jacket in case it got cool. He didn't want to have to hear me complain.
Money for the extra hydro bill in the summer when i made him turn the ac so low.
High heel sandals.
And they asked why I didn't leave him any sooner
Realizing the idea of love and relationships that I have in my mind is way more twisted than the average person's, more manipulative, more possessive and way more controlling.. (≧﹏ ≦)
I must possess someone in order for me to love them.
My love feels skewed and warped
I don't care if you're confident or just a narcissist, if you have a strong personality I'm yours and I don't care.
Ok, I've been a little bit obsessed with staticmonth this past weeks, and I've come with a lot of headcanons, backstories and human design.
Valentino:
Human name: Valentino
Reason: his mother wanted really bad a child, so on valentain day she went to the church of S.Valentino and pray a whole morning.
In the afternoon of the saim day she met a charming men and they fell in love.
After seven month she had a child that name Valentino to thank the Saint.
But when the men know of the child he left her alone.
For that she blames her son but never let this obscure her love for him.
Age: 17 (he died on his 18th birthday)
Surname: dorsn't have one
Sex: has both sex
Apperence: he is a charming spanish boy.He has dark blonde hair and borwn eyes. His upper body look like a male, but he has got a male and a female sex. That why he is confident wear colthes for all gender. His face is beautifull, it has soft feature that remember the painting of '300/'400.
Work: he work has a pornostar. Even if he's the most expensive and esclusive one, everyone want to have him.
His mother doesn't know what is his work, she only know that he is the best in the company.
One night he met a gentle man, that continue to say that he love him.
When he's at work he is a total bastard and manipulative person.
He also is a 'double face', can be gentle at first but, when he know somewone is totaly under his control, he become rude and a bitch.
Reason of death: torture
One night that man try to sexual abuse his female side (Val made it clear that one was out of touch) and Valentino defend himself by broking a glass on the other face.
The man leave but the night after he drugged him and with the help of three other peaple took him in a old building were he abuses him, burn him, destroy his privet part and use him as a puncing bag.
When Valentino's body couldn't take anymore they take on fire the building with him inside still alive.
When the autority came on the place and tried to stop the fire, Valentino, despite the left part of his body wich was completly melt, catch the leg of one fireman while tried to hask for help but died befor saing it.
The most sad thing is it was is birthday.
His mother cried him until she died for sadness.
She went to heaven and search for her baby, only to find the true about him.
Lover: Vox, their relationships is like sugar daddy/ sugar baby, but they like it that way.
When Vox tried to take their relationship to a more romantic way, he became nervous by thinking it will end like the 'one' when he was alive.
Vox don't know how he died, but he know is a red flag for Val.