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From: fayekanegallery@hotmail.com
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Subject: I'm an autistic pain slut and I really do live like this
Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2007 19:19:42 -0700
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Hi, my name is Faye Kane. I have degrees in astronomy and computer
science but just drift through life being homeless and learning stuff
because everyone in the corporate world is either evil or (mainly)
stupid, even at the nuclear engineering company which was my last job.
I have autism which means I don't understand why people get mad when
all I do is be honest. I also don't understand why everybody else
treats each other so mean and why they tell lies virtually
continuously, like they can't control it.
IF YOU SKIPPED TO THE DIRTY PART, HERE IT IS:
I'm really perverted. I don't feel like I am, but that's how I think
other people would describe it. It's probably a consequence of being
isolated; I don't know. I don't really care.
Though I had only been fucked once before, in 2002 I let myself be
tied to the furniture in a couple's basement and sexually tortured and
raped by men for 2 1/2 days.
It was like a religious revelation. It was the best time of my
life.
I described it and posted it at the bdsmlibrary site.
I live in the woods. I hacked into the power grid and hijacked
someone's wireless router booster. On my blog, there are pics of me
and both the inside and outside of my little 7x7 tent house, buried
under sticks and leaves.
Also there, you will find 87 blog entries. As of today, March 16, this
is the most recent one:
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As much as I would be disgusted by one of those lovestruck, puppydog
stalkers who keep emailing me, if one finds me, I will STILL do
whatever he tells me to.
I can't explain why, I don't want to think about why, and it makes me
angry to even consider that I should have to explain why. It's just
who I am. In fact, it seems obvious to me that ALL women feel this
way, they just suppress it.
It's like a young cat, all spit and piss, but when you pick her up by
the skin on her neck she is programmed to go limp.
I went to a great deal of trouble to camouflage this place so that
nobody finds me. I hope nobody EVER finds me, so I can live my simple
life alone in peace. So far, for two years, no one ever has.
But if someone does, I will be naked (like I always am, like now). I
will ignore his wimpy yappity-rap about how good it is to finally meet
me after reading my blog, and open my legs and lie there silent.
Eventually he will either shut up and go away (I hope), or shut up and
fuck me.
If the tells me to turn over, I will. If he tells me to suck him to
orgasm, I will, and I will swallow his cum without being told to. He
can stretch my ass hole and look inside, just to embarrass me. If he
whips me with a thin branch, I will submit, and try not to move or
make noise. If he tells me to walk through the woods to his car, I
will do it -- but only naked.
He can drive me to his house and do anything he wants to me for as
long as he wants because he is my owner. He can even give me to his
friends. Hopefully, he will eventually bring me back. If not, then for
the rest of my life I will be his devoted, obedient sex slave.
I don't ever want to know his name.
The only time I will get mad is if he EVER tries to make me wear
clothes, look him in the eyes, or talk to him as a person. Then I will
call the police and prosecute him for kidnap and rape.
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That's why they call me the recursively enumerated, insufficiently
remunerated, double data-rated, triple X-rated, psychoactive,
hyperactive, hyperbolic, hypergolic, St. Vitus' dancin', pull down her
pants and low-class, kiss-my-ass, underemployed, overjoyed,
masterpiece-makin', masturbatin', window ledge over-the-edge, screwy,
chiral, downward-spiral, ass upended, fair-weather-friended, titty-
peek girl geek.
My blog is at: http://blog.myspace.com/fayekane
This is my first time entering a message in google groups, and I don't
know if they deleted the URL from the above message text. If they
do, then my blog, again, is:
blog dot myspace dot com slash fayekane
There is no advertising, membership. registration, things to buy, or
links to any other sites. Men have offered to send me money to help me
and I have declined. The blog is just what I do all day, along with
watching videos of women being sexually tortured, masturbating, and
reading about quantum cosmology on the internet.
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"In mathematics and art, the only materials are pen and paper. Male
conspiracy cannot explain all female failures; genius is not checked
by social obstacles. Men's relentless drive, so disgusting in the
talentless, is the source of their greatness. I marvel at the rarity
of the woman driven by artistic and intellectual obsession. There has
never been a female Einstein for the same reason there has never been
a female Marquis de Sade".
--- Camille Paglia