Classify person who had spiritual control over me for many years

[Occiput in Starlight]

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[InmostLight]

"I don't speak to women with the white tops of their eyes showing. It's asking for violence" -based Mongolian former coworker

[InmostLight]

I reverse image searched her and am even more confused. Genuinely curious why you thought this woman "had spiritual control over you for many years"

[Occiput in Starlight]

I reverse image searched her and am even more confused. Genuinely curious why you thought this woman "had spiritual control over you for many years"

I'll explain a little. Though, honestly, a part of me is freaking out that you are her.

She and her followers believe that attaching ritual and ceremony to sex between Yamnaya descent adults will decimate fish populations in the Mediterranean.

I wasn't allowed in the room for the pre-sex stuff. I know they have their liturgies and that they burn incense. Unlike movies, no one wore a cat mask.

When that first part was over everyone would leave the room except that day's male and female. Then I would enter. My job was to stand there silent while the couples had sex on barley sheaves.

I wasn't allowed to be naked in the room with them and I had to keep my right hand submerged in a bowl of olive oil until completion.

They did give me rides home and one of the members sold me weed pretty much every week. The worst part was that I was in my mid 20s and very horny and not to lose my virginity for a couple years yet.

The guy who sold me weed also taught me how to ride a horse. Unlike buying weed from him, which was always pleasant and chilled out, being taught by him to ride a horse was tense and a bit scary. I truly believe that he was trying to "save me".

The only time I really felt disrespected was when some of the bulls were a bit buzzed.

The worst was a German guy who made me hold his beer with my free hand while he thrusted. The creepiest was an older Czech man who would stare at me while he thrusted.

[Dick]

I'll explain a little. Though, honestly, a part of me is freaking out that you are her.

She and her followers believe that attaching ritual and ceremony to sex between Yamnaya descent adults will decimate fish populations in the Mediterranean.

I wasn't allowed in the room for the pre-sex stuff. I know they have their liturgies and that they burn incense. Unlike movies, no one wore a cat mask.

When that first part was over everyone would leave the room except that day's male and female. Then I would enter. My job was to stand there silent while the couples had sex on barley sheaves.

I wasn't allowed to be naked in the room with them and I had to keep my right hand submerged in a bowl of olive oil until completion.

They did give me rides home and one of the members sold me weed pretty much every week. The worst part was that I was in my mid 20s and very horny and not to lose my virginity for a couple years yet.

The guy who sold me weed also taught me how to ride a horse. Unlike buying weed from him, which was always pleasant and chilled out, being taught by him to ride a horse was tense and a bit scary. I truly believe that he was trying to "save me".

The only time I really felt disrespected was when some of the bulls were a bit buzzed.

The worst was a German guy who made me hold his beer with my free hand while he thrusted. The creepiest was an older Czech man who would stare at me while he thrusted.

No pain, no cakes.

[Occiput in Starlight]

No pain, no cakes.

Exactly.

The kindest bull was Slovakian and he taught me that.

I guess my sig. is no longer a mystery.

[Odelia]

North atlantid/north pontid mix

Whats the meaning behind your posts? You speak poetically and figuratively

[Occiput in Starlight]

"Bulls" are what the guys who do the fucking are called. Sorry, should have made that clearer.

[InmostLight]

I'll explain a little. Though, honestly, a part of me is freaking out that you are her.

She and her followers believe that attaching ritual and ceremony to sex between Yamnaya descent adults will decimate fish populations in the Mediterranean.

I wasn't allowed in the room for the pre-sex stuff. I know they have their liturgies and that they burn incense. Unlike movies, no one wore a cat mask.

When that first part was over everyone would leave the room except that day's male and female. Then I would enter. My job was to stand there silent while the couples had sex on barley sheaves.

I wasn't allowed to be naked in the room with them and I had to keep my right hand submerged in a bowl of olive oil until completion.

They did give me rides home and one of the members sold me weed pretty much every week. The worst part was that I was in my mid 20s and very horny and not to lose my virginity for a couple years yet.

The guy who sold me weed also taught me how to ride a horse. Unlike buying weed from him, which was always pleasant and chilled out, being taught by him to ride a horse was tense and a bit scary. I truly believe that he was trying to "save me".

The only time I really felt disrespected was when some of the bulls were a bit buzzed.

The worst was a German guy who made me hold his beer with my free hand while he thrusted. The creepiest was an older Czech man who would stare at me while he thrusted.

This raises more questions than it answers.... how do you even get involved in such a thing? What did they have against Mediterranean fish, specifically? Like, was the whole goal of the sex rituals really just to starve out the MENA coasts?

[Occiput in Starlight]

This raises more questions than it answers.... how do you even get involved in such a thing? What did they have against Mediterranean fish, specifically? Like, was the whole goal of the sex rituals really just to starve out the MENA coasts?

I became involved because corrida de toros lost its magic for me. This made me vulnerable. After all, the physical contest had dominated my life since childhood. Prior to loss, a good desafio could make me weep and a good matador was a saint.

I really don't know why they fixated on the fish. My gut feeling is that my right hand submerged in olive oil was meant to represent a fish from the Mediterranean watching them fuck.

[eastern]

I'll explain a little. Though, honestly, a part of me is freaking out that you are her.

She and her followers believe that attaching ritual and ceremony to sex between Yamnaya descent adults will decimate fish populations in the Mediterranean.

I wasn't allowed in the room for the pre-sex stuff. I know they have their liturgies and that they burn incense. Unlike movies, no one wore a cat mask.

When that first part was over everyone would leave the room except that day's male and female. Then I would enter. My job was to stand there silent while the couples had sex on barley sheaves.

I wasn't allowed to be naked in the room with them and I had to keep my right hand submerged in a bowl of olive oil until completion.

They did give me rides home and one of the members sold me weed pretty much every week. The worst part was that I was in my mid 20s and very horny and not to lose my virginity for a couple years yet.

The guy who sold me weed also taught me how to ride a horse. Unlike buying weed from him, which was always pleasant and chilled out, being taught by him to ride a horse was tense and a bit scary. I truly believe that he was trying to "save me".

The only time I really felt disrespected was when some of the bulls were a bit buzzed.

The worst was a German guy who made me hold his beer with my free hand while he thrusted. The creepiest was an older Czech man who would stare at me while he thrusted.

reading this is equivalent to 3 joints. i have never ever been more confused and concerned. what in the world. are you OKAY?? were u guys trying to kill the fish so that MENA people would suffer from that drought or??

[Occiput in Starlight]

reading this is equivalent to 3 joints. i have never ever been more confused and concerned. what in the world. are you OKAY?? were u guys trying to kill the fish so that MENA people would suffer from that drought or??

I smoke weed too but sometimes the high makes me anxious and I start thinking my hand feels oily no matter how many times I wash it.

[eastern]

I smoke weed too but sometimes the high makes me anxious and I start thinking my hand feels oily no matter how many times I wash it.

i don't know whether i should laugh, feel sad for you, not feel sad...

[Occiput in Starlight]

In my early thirties one other such group enticed me but I was able to disengage from them within 18 months.

I no longer join spiritual groups. I started my own last year.

[Occiput in Starlight]

i don't know whether i should laugh, feel sad for you, not feel sad...

I'd like to think that my sig. might guide you in this.

[InmostLight]

I became involved because corrida de toros lost its magic for me. This made me vulnerable. After all, the physical contest had dominated my life since childhood. Prior to loss, a good desafio could make me weep and a good matador was a saint.

I really don't know why they fixated on the fish. My gut feeling is that my right hand submerged in olive oil was meant to represent a fish from the Mediterranean watching them fuck.

I'll assume this is using your metaphor from earlier and doesn't refer to actual bullfighting. I hope you had a safe and decent childhood, or the ability to recover if you didn't <3

[Occiput in Starlight]

I'll assume this is using your metaphor from earlier and doesn't refer to actual bullfighting. I hope you had a safe and decent childhood, or the ability to recover if you didn't <3

Thank you for your kind words.