Jax is totally the type to play-flirt endlessly and without shame or filter, but the moment it's reciprocated, she crumbles like a sandcastle. Top or bottom, Dom or Sub, doesn't matter, she cannot handle affection. Will melt if touched gently.
We cannot consider #AI to be morally neutral. In reality, every technical tool embodies choices and priorities through what it measures, ignores, and optimizes, and how it classifies people and situations. Ethical discernment cannot be limited to asking whether we are using a system for good or bad purposes. It must also examine how that system is designed and what vision of the human person and society is embedded in the data and models that guide it. #MagnificaHumanitas
does anyone else get insanely romantically frustrated??? like i know sexual frustration is a thing but sometimes i get super intense cravings for soft kisses or make out sessions or cuddling naps or things like that and it’s way more frustrating to me than sexual cravings :((
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A lot of people don't understand that Jax mom was not only abusive, but took advantage of Jaxs to try forcing a role that didn't belong to them, her husband's place place
Damaging the perception of love into "If I'm vulnerable they will use me."
Trying to date as an autistic who works 50 hours a week is not for the weak, I simply do not have the energy to go out and meet people or give my all to someone because my days off I am simply recharging and want to be left alone </3
Being raised without stability really fucks with your head, you're forever trying to figure out a person's "pattern" to see how you have to approach them, whether they're in a good mood and it's safe, or if they're in a bad mood and you have to be careful or maybe avoid them altogether, just because those who raised you could never keep a consistent emotional reaction.
Who else does that neurodivergent plan of “I’m gonna catch up on and fix my whole life this weekend,” but then the weekend comes and you’re like, “I deserve a break from being in work mode Monday to Friday,” and you keep repeating the same thing every damn week.