Yes, it’s Christmas, so what more appropriate time of year than to to interrogate a young woman’s journey into ‘dissociating’ levels of exhaustion (her term), either via various elements of unprocessed trauma, or transference, or not understanding the consequences of personal greed so young after being railed (her term) by one hundred onlyfans cocks
Occasionally you press play and, at the end of viewing, the notion of why a human needs to seek out and reach such deep levels of degrading pain still remains unanswered. Maybe not as visibly damaged as Annabel Chong initially but the finale of an air b&b carpet, littered with dozens and dozens and dozens of used rubbers, made the wife and myself recoil
Think of the fuckin cleaners. Imagine the smell. An unfair assessment?
Miss Philips was clearly in pieces, openly weeping at the event’s conclusion, unable to grasp the true extent what it might feel like emotionally to supposedly be in control of a situation but out of control in terms of awareness, safe-guarding, psychological fallout and pretty much excepting anyone with a clean sti test as the vicarious voyeurs slowly bailed on the day
We all love sex, some more than others but active self harm while attempting and failing to be ‘sex positive’ rarely combines well. Grim as fuck