Your Kink is Not My Kink, and I Am Not Okay

It probably shouldn't surprise any of my regular readers, and probably won't surprise the family members that occasionally troll this blog in an attempt to decipher some sort of theory of my trauma that explains how we got here without assuming responsibility for their role in it, but I'm into kinky shit. Specifically, I'm what they call a, what is it the kids are saying now?

A demiromantic, pansexual masochist trans slut. Or as I like to think of it, an Alpha Pain Slut. And I am a system, or...