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 It's unclear to me. It's something of a new thought I've had lately. Was part of what kept me struggling and striving to have a healthy sexual existence due to me trying to overcome this aspect of my past?
 
-Beyond that, was TIASAP\footnote{Page \pageref{selfharm:selfharm}} me accepting that I wasn't succeeding?
+Beyond that, was TIASAP\footnote{\color[HTML]{dccccc}Page \pageref{selfharm:selfharm}} me accepting that I wasn't succeeding?
 
 Perhaps.
 
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 The blackbird whistling, or just after.
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 \noindent Cathleen Schine writes in \emph{The Evolution of Jane}:
 
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-  I resented the state of childhood wonder.  It was insatiable, yet it seemed to me to be no more than a puerile affliction, like baby teeth.  My ignorance struck me as a bizarre anomaly, for I felt, with utter certainty, that I was --- how can I say this? --- that I was *sufficient*.  Evidence to the contrary forced itself on me every hour of every day, but that seemed to me some preposterous misunderstanding.
+  \noindent I resented the state of childhood wonder.  It was insatiable, yet it seemed to me to be no more than a puerile affliction, like baby teeth.  My ignorance struck me as a bizarre anomaly, for I felt, with utter certainty, that I was --- how can I say this? --- that I was *sufficient*.  Evidence to the contrary forced itself on me every hour of every day, but that seemed to me some preposterous misunderstanding.
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 And while I don't necessarily have fond memories of childhood--
 
@@ -65,6 +65,20 @@ Another easy solution I latched onto was erotic roleplay. TS. Typefucking. Co-au
 
 I latched on and wouldn't let go. Still haven't. Beyond even myself, it shows up in my writing:
 
+\begin{quotation}
+  \noindent And it was there where I found love. There where I found love and lust and romance and flings. I dated. I TSed (we were, of course, too cool to use so vulgar a word as ‘cyber’). I set up relationships for characters in our games, and I set up relationships that transcended that, two hearts touching through only those white words on a black screen.
+
+  Merlin and Marusin, The\_Prof and rranger386, people I would dream about and likely never meet. We were all young. We were in love with each other in our own little worlds, serially and in parallel.
+
+  And while sometimes I would think about who they were beyond the screen, it was rarely for long. I was in love with Merlin the fighter who hated magic. I was in love with The\_Prof the student who desperately wanted to be a professor when he grew up, and didn’t care which subject.
+
+  Sometimes I would think about who they were when we TSed, would wonder what it would be like to have their paw instead of my own around my erection, but never for long. It was easier. It was safer to not bother with it.
+
+  But our relationships were as real as any collocated flings. More so, we told ourselves, for the purity of essence that came with no flesh to get in the way.
+
+  I’m sure we all hungered for touch.
+\end{quotation}
+
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 Did you?
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 \noindent I can't let this go.
 
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 2016: ``I think''hindsight is twenty-twenty" is better reserved for cases when seemingly unrelated occurrences come together to form an outcome that seems to be greater than the sum of the parts. It fits best when you look back at your life and see disparate, unconnected events come together to make the situation you find yourself in now."
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-You throw my words back at me?
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+\noindent You throw my words back at me?
+
 
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 Yes.
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 Yeah.
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 \noindent I feel it important to add that it's not that sex itself feels bad.
 
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