Date: March 21st, 2023 11:59 AM Author: MAGA's Prolapsed Anus
There is a classic ghost story called How Love Came to Professor Guildea about a vaguely autistic and (in retrospect) very likely closeted homosexual who is pursued by an invisible female specter that has the attitude and intellect of an adoring but retarded mental defective. Ultimately the protagonist kills himself so that’s probably what I’d do
Date: March 22nd, 2023 3:40 AM Author: 180 pink property
“ The sickliness of the voice, its falling intonations and its strange indelicacy, combined with a die-away softness and meretricious refinement, made the Father's flesh creep. Yet he could not distinguish any words, nor could he decide on the voice's sex or age. One thing alone he was certain of as he stood still in the darkness — that such a sound could only proceed from something peculiarly loathsome, could only express a personality unendurably abominable to him, if not to everybody.
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If it would hate me, I could bear it. If it would attack me, if it would try to do me some dreadful harm, I should become a man again. I should be braced to fight against it. But this gentleness, this abominable solicitude, this brainless worship of an idiot, persistent, sickly, horribly physical, I cannot endure. What does it want of me? What would it demand of me? It nestles to me. It leans against me. I feel its touch, like the touch of a feather, trembling about my heart, as if it sought to number my pulsations, to find out the inmost secrets of my impulses and desires. No privacy is left to me." He sprang up excitedly. "I cannot withdraw," he cried, "I cannot be alone, untouched, unworshipped, unwatched for even one-half second. Murchison, I am dying of this, I am dying."