Ð.Î.Ð.: Dissociative Identity Disorder; Sex God and Gangbang in One Body.

Although diagnosed at the age of 23 with DID--formerly known as multiple personality disorder, which most people know it as, but was changed because it wasn't an accurate depiction of the disorder.

Make no mistake: we definitely have more than one personality; for me, it's at least hundreds. So far 300 and counting; there's no words in any language to explain how complex this disorder is, and the beating in life it took to even have such a disorder; so one would think that the world would have mercy upon those with a literal superhuman "disorder" (just as homosexuality used to be a disorder) that is caused by overwhelming trauma over extended periods of time at a very young age: generally around 7-9 or younger.

Then continued trauma contributes, making an otherwise unique and literal superhuman "disorder" something nearly impossible to live with in this world.

Over the past five years--after a boss had been sexually harassing me behind me back, and sharing everything with girls we worked with; we were at least making a lot of women wet and so horny they could, as my ex-boss said "..make me cum almost by thoughts alone"; which I can prove. I can make any lady feel like she's just been gang banged, cumming harder than anyone has ever made her and literally feeling as though she had been fucked senseless; so just imagine what we're capable of in person...

We are, admittedly, complicated to deal with at times, as this is almost entirely uncharted territory: there's next-to-nothing out "there" that helps navigate a disorder that has me both in wonderland and through the looking-glass indefinitely; waking up as a different person every day, alters sneaking messages that fuck relationships up, cause trouble, chaos...

We've, uh, lived a life worth of a Hollywood movie; unfortunately, mostly tragedy.

Those of us with DID are just used to the way our mind works, oblivious to why we're targets for, literally, everyone.

And that does not end, and as scary as we can be (which is something that will send even the most dangerous people in the world fleeing; and our bite can easily match our bark; we have abilities and strength that one has to see to believe. There's a reason we're kept hidden; as well as a reason we prefer to be hidden...

...just when we think that life should finally be better, after nearly endless trauma; but no: because of society, the medical system, family and the lack of understanding that this disorder is one the requires understanding and finding communication that works, which can be hard when there's so many alters and even I don't know who I am all the time, or every time I switch.

We fought with thinking it had to be fake; we were just delusional or something, since alters leave after fucking up and landing us in a hospital or jail (cops see us as targets right away as well; we might as well have black skin considering how often we're bullied by cops regardless of what we're doing, how we look, etc.; we do have black alters, so perhaps their racism transcends even skin pigment which would by kind of ironic; they seem to find what was just written quite funny and definitely agree that having black alters is most def. what ts a target on us for them; so even when we're the victim--which is literally, all the fucking time while others claim to be victim and lie through their fucking teeth--we end up being punished for being a victim.

But we know how to get revenge without or much effort; people learn not to fuck with us and capable of what should be impossible, which makes us so ed that we're not seen as human and have a scary amount of some of the scariest people on earth, even, that want us dead.

Even people that once loved us want us dead or to fuck us in whatever way possible for their fuck-ups.

Since we're able to see through other's perspectives so well and are constantly viewing life through different perspectives: we're much more forgiving, empathetic, and...well: we're the few that can actually say: "I understand how you feel" for anyone feeling that nobody could possibly understand how they feel; nope, we can as close as feasible without actually being that person.

However, we drastically underestimated how cruel humans are to each other and how little care there is. The many atrocities that have been done to us are well beyond what we would or could do to anyone.

The more we've learned about the difference in the way we think, and how savage most people are, especially now, terrifies the fuck out of us.

Especially my ten-year-old son: Nick; myself at the age of ten...bizarre, but very real. Sadly: nobody can even comprehend what it's like to be us; so we're genuinely good, honest, superhuman, supernatural, beings that take societies' , making us more and more powerful.

It is now impossible to lie to us in any way; people literally would involuntarily spout truths they had meant to keep in their mind; one, which was a good friend, literally ran away from me in terror after this, thinking I was controlling his mind.

We are able to feel emotion, feeling, and honesty so well that it's eerie; as are our predictions of even minute details.

We can't explain why we're capable of some of what's possible; we just know the mind is far more powerful than people realize. It's partially the narrow-view and our thoughts of "knowing all there is to need to know...", when there's so little that we understand; we're not even a blip on Earth's timeline, let alone the Universe.

We evolve from constant trauma--just as in comic book movies--and have powers and alters created for survival; and it's not something to be fucked with as so many do, in a bad way, always regretting it and always turning on us and making us the problem; this world was literally not built for those of us with DID.

With a 98% rate--which I doubted until having dealt with just how impossible life becomes; it's literally as though we've died and are on a clone of Earth in some multiverse, continuing from different checkpoints as whatever alter fits best for whichever situation.

And masturbation isn't even called masturbation, because trust us: masturbation ain't got nothin' on what we're able to experience just by ourselves. It's unlike anything anyone will ever know; it feels magical and feeling their body within yours and God: we'll have to record it; I could see people confused by being only one person, as it would look like at least two.

And we'll wake up with our balls squeezed, being used to pull our Purdy Big 'n Fat 8" cock up and down over something like a blanket, stimulating our head and joining the fun; which usually ends without orgasm since we like to edge for long periods of time, and it generally takes a long time for us to cum.

We promise we'll never be able to run out of stamina, cum first, or anything to worry about; no rush...we want to take time and explore; what experiences and fantasies to fulfill this time?

Our pleasure comes from hers: the more horny, wet, and overwhelmingly satisfied she/they are: the harder we are and the more likely we'll cum; we were able to teach ourselves how to cum in unison, filling them with our hot and sperm from an almost literal God, which always enhances their orgasm substantially.

We have more female alters than male; but most people don't know that DID systems can have alters of about anything that has a personality.

So, real people, fictional, mythical, ; we have dragons, Maleficent, Harley Quinn (and Joker), Tyler Durden--ironically; LiSbeth Salander was the first to "introduce" herself to me; when a lot of alters came out because of danger we had no idea about; they sense danger well ahead and have saved me so many times; but also nearly killed this system so many times our skin is literally thicker, hard to cut at all; and although I've always healed fast: now I heal at near-wolverine s***ds (no joke; people have seen it and remarked about it and how I should be studied! Which I have been being studied; just wish the drug tests and our mating rituals, and other sexual this and that where sexy nurse fantasies are lived out; both for thanks, help, and a way of showing understanding for the hell we've been through and being punished for it.

At least there will be ladies that will both learn and have the sexual experience they'll ever know; guaranteed to beg for more studies as their addiction grows to our attention to detail; the whole body our canvas to connect with and reach peaks only we're capable of finding.

So, for now, starting Chapter One of Part II of this new life we've been thrown into: anyone looking for an experience that's life-changing and the most pleasure ever felt for days and days it continues as we cuddle and take care of the prey we've annihilated in the best of ways...

Cum Play With Us!

--Nicholas, LiSbeth, Tyler/Pretty Hate Machina