Alrighty boys and girls, buckle up; this is going to be one hell of a ride, ya hear? I’m going to yoink this mind open, see what we can see, and try to make sense of it.
Hmm… Looks fried on the outside. Let’s see the inside.
A mess. Lovely.
Let’s see here…
So, apparently, I have an incredible amount of loneliness, guilt, and self-confidence issues. Hm! I wonder where it stemmed from. Well from what I can decipher from this pile of goop, my self-esteem seemed to plummet at the tender age of… Eleven? No, that’s… Yeah, that’s eleven. Around the time I thought I found a friend. Recent studies conclude she was, in fact, a decent friend, but incredibly bossy. According to these films, my need for friendship appears to have reacted to the demeaning treatment in a negative way. While my desire for friendship was fed, my self esteem was being dissolved by her demeaning actions. A year later, my hormones spiked, giving me a boost of unknown sexual desires. Said desires are unknown, but the worn-down self-esteem cells seem to have absorbed an unknown chemical found in… Dominance? Hm… The cells seem to like the idea of being dominated, from what I can tell - wait, hold on, this paper says otherwise. It says the cells reacted negatively to pure domination. Let’s see what happened as time went on.
These papers seem to be four years later… Hm, it appears the friend and the subject are 15 and have moved. Looks like she never found any other friends.
Tragic.
It also appears that she thought one girl she thought was really really cool, her but way better, also didn’t want to be her friend.
Shame. Ya hate to see it, ya hate to see it.
Now let’s see here… According to these papers, although her self-confidence is comatose, her desire for genuine friends is rotting away at her soul. That ain’t good. But wait! What’s this?
Hmm…
It looks like she’s reached a critical point where she’d accept a large amount of abuse just to ease the pain in her soul. Well that’s stupid. But for some reason, her idea of dominance involves gas? But why? From this DVD, we can see a point in her life where she’d accept someone tormenting her with eructation and flatulence in exchange for giving a damn about her. And it continues into present day, but why? Aha! Her home life must be shitty!
Oh, guess these papers say otherwise. They also rule out drugs, bullying, trauma, or anything that would cause depression. Huh. Well let’s break it down; why does gas turn her on, and how does self-confidence and loneliness help the kink thrive, I guess.
From what I can deduce, gas turns the subject on for two reasons. Firstly, it exudes an air of confidence. As someone who is in love with themselves, they won’t feel so embarrassed by a measly belch. Heck, they’ll let it out loud and proud if need be. Secondly, it reminds the subject of intimacy with friends. As partial or complete nudity is occasionally correlated with gas, perhaps the brain wishes to feel such a closeness with another human being that such gases and nudity could be seen and shared in a platonic fashion.
Eugh. I wonder if that’s why the subject likes nude assholes.
Now as for the loneliness… According to this microscope, it looks like the kink is actually feeding on the loneliness eating the soul. A parasite, of sorts. That doesn’t make sense. When the loneliness squeezes, the soul hurts, making the chest ache. But the kink doesn’t seem to enlarge or diminish. It remains the same. So why does loneliness factor into the kink so much? Is it because of my aforementioned hypothesis? And why belches and farts? Why not sizeplay, or feet? Or anything demeaning?
Ah well. I guess it’s one of those “Top 10 Things Scientists Still Can’t Answer,” eh? Let’s see if I can shove it all back in -
