5th December 2022

Post reblogged from Kontextmaschine with 12 notes

kontextmaschine:

effects of Lexapro

I’ve become so much more confident. I work a room like wham. I flirt like Captain Kirk. I talk dirty like holy shit, like R. Lee Ermey’s audition tape, minutes solid without repeating myself. Which is great, because that’s practically the only way I can orgasm anymore. Even my reliable fetishes (girls wetting themselves or pissing outside, I think it’s the old flesh/spirit thing) don’t work anymore.

I drink straight liquor, which I never did before, like a lot of it, but I carry it well.

I black out sometimes or grey out and run on pure id and I’m quite charming to myself and others.

I fall asleep easily, have pettily realistic shallow dreams. Worthless sub sub sub us stuff and then I wake up and between the drunk and that it’s not clear what really went down.

My farts smell like pure evil, oh god.

I don’t have a cutoff level for sleep anymore. I’ll sleep 5 hours and pee, 8 hours and get a drink and slump back down, 10 hours and it’s a comfy bed, 12 hours and pee and holy shit I just slept 14 hours. I got into this for a long insomnia thing so maybe it’s just a large but finite deficit but let’s see.

so because it’s come up a few times lately, this was my at-the-time assessment of that month I was put on Lexapro

(and leading with the omorashi stuff up there signals disinhibition – you know, I had been talking about how many kinks were just eroticizations of your issues but it’s only from the new personality I realize that was an eroticization of anxiety)

Tagged: omorashianxiety