Make no bones about it, I am a very horny pervert with obscure fetishes and desires. Rotting and social isolation will do that to your brain. But every now and then a social interaction will ground you and bring you back to your senses. This happened today. I had a nice little NTchat with a distant relative who happened to be visiting my grandad at the same time as me. I rarely go anywhere but made an exception for my mums sake. We were of similar age and hit it off, musing about many things among them politics and the state of society (really I was splurging). Afterwards on the drive home I was thinking about what a pervert I was and immediately repudiated that version of myself. It seems even a bit of NT dust will change your entire mindset. Perversion is often a response to stress. In the case inkwells that stress is social isolation and rejection. Unless of course its gay perversion. In that case you got molested in your youth and thats why you like shit on your dick. Anyway, when those stress factors are mollified by normie interaction you can no longer be a pervert in peace. A part of you feels guilty because you imagine the normies knowing about your inner thoughts.
