You might remember me repeatedly say, “STOP TOUCHING ME,” in the beginning of these 39 days of telepathic hell. That was from me not wanting to be telepathically touched by random people who I have not given the consent to touch me, while on the other side the Dutch have put me in this sex slavery. At some point they stopped their over 24 hours of telepathic group harassment.

Now that I have reconciled with my biological father, things seem to be starting all over again. When it comes to the concept of telepathic sexual intercourse, Jewish people are absolutely fucking god damn psychotic. The absolute worst part is that they think they know better. My genocidal feelings have never been this strong.

I (used to) masturbate often. Now that my brain has become a telepathic community center, I don’t masturbate as often. There are plenty of people there who are sexually attracted to me, but their words are an absolute superlative turnoff and with that – given that they can hear my thoughts when I masturbate – these 39 days I have been inclined to abstain from touching myself.

I’ve been having a great time enduring time with my father. Everything was good until I came in conflict with his sexual convictions when I was in the shower last night. What makes things even more complex is my slight sexual attraction to him. It’s, however, innocent, though. In the sense that sensing the presence of his intelligence is somewhat arousing, but I have no interest in being sexually penetrated by him.

I say – and (as long as this is not the standard) it should stay this way – that I (no, given the way this feels, telepathic sex is not abstinence, to whoever just telepathically gave that hypocritical excuse) only want to masturbate with Hunter Biden in my Side Mind. Though my initial intention was to – given that I’ve said that I want to keep my father in my Side Mind until Hunter has finished his education program for it – abstain from masturbation, laying down in bed that changed.

I felt horny in such a way that my desire to masturbate was greater than my desire to not make the telepathic hell worse and just go to sleep, so I – though this feels like an odd request given that telling parent about my sex life is not something I would usually do voluntarily – asked my father to allow Hunter to take his telepathic seat in the Side Mind, which he listened to initially, but quickly after he was let in a lot of other people felt that they had the right to do the same.

These cancerous psychotic people consider my wish to be sexually exclusive with Hunter “selfishness” and that they have the right to be exclusively sexually pleasured by me as well. The only way from stopping them to repeat this psychotic behavioral pattern is by lining them up and shooting them all in the god damn head more than once because this is god damn insane. “No” means god damn “no”.

Sexual intercourse is not something you have with your relatives. Originally the sole purpose of sexual intercourse is to make babies. The only difference between telepathic sex and physical sex is that with physical sex you physically touch the skin of the person you’re having sex with to have sex and that it could lead to impregnation (without properly used anticonceptie). Telepathic sex feels the same. The great difference is that we don’t have to be near each other to experience the feeling.

It is psychotic to say: “I love you and the only way to convey this is through telepathic sex (“making love”).” Especially if we’re related. Every culture, every class and every community has their own sexual morals. The aggregate of them can agree on: “You’re not supposed to have sex with your relatives.”

Telepathic sex really is not abstinence because if you’re still experiencing the feeling of having sex you’re not abstaining from sex. Please stop being a telepathic fucking rapist. No sex without consent. Absolutely no claiming that you have the right to have sex with me if you’ve been purposely hurting my feelings for 39 days straight. WE MUST GET TO THIS GOD DAMN GENOCIDE. THIS IS NOT FUCKING REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY. STOP TAKING GOD DAMN TURNS ON MY SIDE MIND. I’M ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU TO COMMIT SUICIDE.

THIS IS NOT CANCEROUS FUCKING NONSENSE. YOU PEOPLE ARE THE WORST PEOPLE TO HAVE EVER EXISTED AND THE WORLD WILL BE A BETTER PLACE WHEN YOU ARE ALL DEAD. HOW DARE YOU ALL HURT ME SO MUCH WHILE ALL I’M BEGGING FOR IS FOR YOU GOD AWFUL PEOPLE TO LEAVE ME THE GOD DAMN FUCK ALONE?

DO. NOT. TOUCH. ME.

DO. NOT. INSULT. ME.

STAY. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. SIDE. MIND.

THIS IS NOT FUCKING TOXICITY YOU PSYCHOTIC FUCK. HOW WOULD YOU FEEL AND BEHAVE IF YOU WERE TOUCHED AND INSULTED BY AN INNUMERABLE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE FOR 39 DAYS AND ALL YOU CAN DO TO STOP IT IS BY COMITTING SUICIDE? DIEEEEEEEEE FUCKING PLEASE GOD DAMN DIE.

THIS IS NOT GOD DAMN ROCKET SCIENCE IS IT? This is fucking Mein Kampf.

My biological father should stay in my Side Mind consistently (days, months, years I don’t know) until Hunter is ready to take his place. My relationship with Ben is exceptional. The rest of you people should not touch me nor telepathically speak to me and decide whether you will die as well or help me kill billions of people.

When the church became less oppressive in Western Europe, to have sex without being married and for general pleasure instead of making babies was not worth the death penalty anymore. Now, in the Netherlands in the second year of de middlebare school every Dutch citizen has mandatory sex education organized by the state paid for with tax money. There, regardless of your race or religion, children (around the peak of their hormonal development) are taught universal sexual morals.

Especially after the sexual hell I’ve been experiencing in the past 39 days, I fully agree with sex education at a young age. The controversy for me, though, is the aspect of liberalism that is taught along with it.

I believe it is of great importance that people are taught where the desire for sex comes from, how to act upon this, with whom to have sex (as an algorithm) and how to have healthy (non-abusive, for pleasure or for conception) sex. To then (and that is what I now call liberalism) also teach them: “When you go clubbing, keep condoms in your wallet,” I think incentivizes meaningless sex. You should only want to have sex with someone you want to be exclusive with.

You should want to be sexually exclusive with someone you are not related to at all. The “at all” is extremely important here, given what happens related to chromosomes when people are related. (Down syndrome, weird handicaps and such come from making babies with your relatives.) The nausea I get from the twisted telepathic morals Jewish people have (and they think they know better my God what the fuck) comes from the parallel of the feeling and idea of sex like I don’t want your telepathic down syndrome babies man fuck off.

I say my biological father should stay in my side mind because I consider him my guide until I am ready for marriage, conservatively speaking. My guide as in the Side Mind is there for more than just the most intimate experience of telepathic sex: every step I take, he is watching over my shoulder. If I forget something on the stove, he could be the first to warn me. When choosing who to get assassinated, he could give me advice. It is not a random place for people to mess around with and it sure as hell is not something for the Dutch to make money off of in the light of sex slavery. I Regentesse. 🙁

Here’s an example of a fragment of conversation that leads to sex: “I am so sorry for what has happened to you. Given your looks and intelligence I can understand that it is difficult for people to abstain from you, but your body is a temple that must be respected. I feel undeserving of your love, but without it I feel like I’m living in hell.” This is called “love”.

Here’s an example of a fragment of a conversation that leads to imprisonment (if not the death penalty): “You are such a toxic psychotic bitch. You should be killed for it. You’re selfish for not letting me touch you. God damn you psychotic bitch let me touch you.” This is called “verbal abuse”.

This is an example of a conversation between friends: “You look nice today. How was your date?”

This is an example of a conversation between lovers: “You look so great in what you’re wearing right now. It’s making me so horny but I have to leave for work in 10 minutes my boss is going to kill me for walking around with this throbbing erection.”

Friends can hug each other. Friends can kiss each other on the cheek. (Some friends can even kiss each other on the lips.) Friends can cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie. Friends can touch the other’s hair to keep his/her haircut looking fine as hell. Friends can abstinently arouse each other on accident just because they love each other so much but not enough for a physically sexual relationship. Friends cannot touch each other’s genitals (physically). I will kiss my papa on the lips (because I love him AND he’s my father, not just because he’s my father yugh).

I don’t need much time to know if I can love someone or not. What is the purpose of the words someone says to you? Are they just venting their own narcissism? Are they trying to figure out how you will treat them? Are they trying to understand the universe better? A whole lot of people are going to have to find another hobby than stalking me (but they just can’t stop) if they want to see 2022.

This is not sexual tribalism. This should be a standard of polite, decent communication we can all agree on. I believe people during Enlightenment times shared the same principles. Given that this is not universal, genocide seems inevitable. Living a life free of emotional pain should be normal, but to the intelligent it isn’t.

Alleged constants are not a topic of conversation, because they’re endless. Especially because we disagree. My alleged personality is not a topic of conversation. If you have a problem with who I am then go bother someone else. Fuck the estrogen tactics.