Hi, I'm Faye, math/science nerd and geek fuck cult goddess. I answer emails (eventually) at
KneeCheeseZarathustra@gmail.com . BTW, The blog supposedly by me that says I'm really laughing at you is a fake by a disgruntled stalker. This blog is about remembering that being an intelligent animal means being both intelligent AND an animal. It's also about astrophysics, and being naked and whipped. I'd rather TALK ABOUT astrophysics, but I'd rather BE
naked and whipped. After college, there was nothing interesting to pay attention to and I was horribly shy and afraid of boys. So I just leaned against the wall for years, smoking cigarettes and waiting for something wonderful to happen to me, but I didn't know what. Then, after I'd given up, it happened in 2002. Curious about what it's like to be a nonconsensual sex slave like the girls in the news, I took off all my clothes in a basement and let myself be gagged, tied to a bench for days, tortured sexually, and gang-raped by about two dozen drunk, stupid rednecks. It was a liberating, religious-like Revelation from God. I discovered what I always was: an animal body, born to mate and die ...and that I LIKE that. I now know that thinking and feeling are both "you", and it's critical that they keep the hell out of each other's way. I want you timid, useless, worthless geeks to dig up and embrace the scary feelings you buried so long ago when mommy said they were "bad", and to do it while you're you're still young. I even use shock therapy on you pointless Poindexters, because suppressing the sexual anger is why you dorks are in such horrible sadness and despair that you actually consider killing yourself so you won't have to endure another day without the thrilling joy of becoming an animal again and fucking someone who's body is like mine. My legs spread the Good News for all-too-modern man, for I preach the Eternal Gospel of cheap, meaningless sex with complete strangers. That's why they call me the psycho, active, psychoactive, hyperbolic, hypergolic, St. Vitus' dancin', pull down her pants and masterpiece-makin', masturbatin', window ledge over-the-edge, screwy, chiral, downward-spiral, ass upended, fair-weather-friended, 'puter freq girl geek. Moses said "Let my people go!" I say, "Let my people CUM!" Let them come hear my sermon
on the mounted. For I am the Moses of Mount. I am the Jesus of Jizz. I am the Latter Day Zarathustra.
I walked off my nuc engineering job because there are only 3 kinds of people in the world: evil, retarded, and ME
...uhhh, and you. ☻
Okay, okay; my "cave" is a tent. What, like, EVER. But it certainly feels like a cave in here. A warm, safe one, too!
Long ago and far away Faye
Click any of these pix for huge.
BTW, before you read more, a word about words: My horrible mom was a "woman", but I'm a "girl". It's who I was as a kid, and nothing's changed.
You can completely forget "lady"!
And I call it a "cunt" because it emphasizes the disorienting, deeply mystical, awesome, shocking thing it's used for. By men.
I was simultaneously ashamed of and terrified by sex until my religious-like revelation in 2002.
I reeeeally dislike grownups—"grups", as Mira called them. "Old person" is a horrible, debilitating, terminal disease similar to rabies that all kids eventually catch, like chicken pox.
Except me. I seem to be immune, like Richard Feynman. And I have no idea why.
It probably has to do with being autistic, the main symptom of which is "emotional retardation", but I really don't care why I am like I am. All I know is that I watched people I know get married and stop having fun. Apparently, as soon as you get married, sex stops being thrilling! and exciting!, and becomes some kind of icky medical problem. Then in the next two or three decades, the tragic victims get older and colder and meaner and sad. Then around 50, they emerge from their bewildered chrysalis as angry, ugly, evil monsters. Their main purpose becomes starting wars, hoarding currency, and preventing excited, optimistic teenagers from having sex.
Ultimately, old people get even uglier and slower until they stop moving, fall over, and rot. Then they wander around biting happy young people, just to make them sad.
When I was little, I actually believed that part about old people becoming evil zombies on a mindless mission of killing happiness.
I still do.
See, zombies are the ultimate grownups.
But you didn't come here for that kind of discussion. You came here for THIS:
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