It is 2023 and Princess Zelda is the standard reference subject for comparing AI models and prompts with reference to their effectiveness at generating erotic images of girls peeing themselves
effects of Lexapro
I’ve become so much more confident. I work a room like wham. I flirt like Captain Kirk. I talk dirty like holy shit, like R. Lee Ermey’s audition tape, minutes solid without repeating myself. Which is great, because that’s practically the only way I can orgasm anymore. Even my reliable fetishes (girls wetting themselves or pissing outside, I think it’s the old flesh/spirit thing) don’t work anymore.
I drink straight liquor, which I never did before, like a lot of it, but I carry it well.
I black out sometimes or grey out and run on pure id and I’m quite charming to myself and others.
I fall asleep easily, have pettily realistic shallow dreams. Worthless sub sub sub us stuff and then I wake up and between the drunk and that it’s not clear what really went down.
My farts smell like pure evil, oh god.
I don’t have a cutoff level for sleep anymore. I’ll sleep 5 hours and pee, 8 hours and get a drink and slump back down, 10 hours and it’s a comfy bed, 12 hours and pee and holy shit I just slept 14 hours. I got into this for a long insomnia thing so maybe it’s just a large but finite deficit but let’s see.
so because it’s come up a few times lately, this was my at-the-time assessment of that month I was put on Lexapro
(and leading with the omorashi stuff up there signals disinhibition – you know, I had been talking about how many kinks were just eroticizations of your issues but it’s only from the new personality I realize that was an eroticization of anxiety)