😵‍💫 Skitzocow Chris Gillon / Autphag and Spergchan / Sophie Y’Israeli - Autistic North Koreaboo, Also a Man

Who passes better as a woman?

  • Autphag:

    Głosy: 36 9,9%

  • Robert Wayne Stiles

    Głosy: 327 90,1%
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Autphag powiedział(a):
Okay, so I can call out on these paragraphs respectively:

- I know your little lie, I just don't care because I've analyzed you more deeply than you're probably capable of introspecting yourself. Also, I'm allowed to have a poor memory because at this moment in time I'm legally male and present as such. My verbal reasoning still far surpasses yours.

- Projection. Walter and I were in unanimous agreement last night that BPD-esque 'hard to get' tactics were being played by you incorrectly; you seemed to be under the delusion from the start that I was after (in the Scottish colloquial sense of the word) you, when I didn't really care for anything other than your assistance and human company that you had reneged on quite callously. You shouldn't have an emotional calculus to blackmail if you're as stereotypically Asperger as you say, which suggests further you're a transsexual malignerer who had rote-memorized the scripted traits to fuck with me.
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Take your fucking medication, jeez.
 
So let me get this straight.
You tried to pull a ruse on the farms by pretending youve been sectioned but you fail due to some overarching compulsion to "set the facts straight"?
Behold the cunning of Aspergia's glorious son.
Should I make up my own pseudoutopian nation to combat Aspergia and Autistolatina or what? Im starting to want to get back in on this "playing pretend" bandwagon.
 
Anonymus Fluhre powiedział(a):
Why would his old psychiatrist come here? And why would I be Cunstater when I only started reading this thread a few days ago? Autphag really needs better medication.
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WARNING: This is the first time I've used a literal trigger warning. It's a bit ranty and I'm so perturbed I can't keep a conscious track of my grammar or how words are flowing, so please, bare with me. This is nothing Amber Haselgrove in his capacity at both Strathbrock and the NHS wouldn't have leaked anyway.

Since you were so curious to know who you were: you're James (whom I've mistakenly called 'Jason' due to my bad tendency of misassociating faces with names, which he in his neugrotypical manner mistook as a sign of weak intellect) Gordon of Autism Initiatives in Quarryfield Road on the Livingston Village Industrial Estate complexes just behind a First-bus journey-21 terminus, and very close to St. John's. He works there most of the week, by the way, so if you so wish, pay him a visit and give due consolations.

How did he fuck with me this far to day to compel me to reveal whom he was? That's simple, believe me, even though this is long: I came into the 'tard wrangler's office and immediately approached the 'tard wrangler whom I'd regarded myself assigned to that day per the best information I had to my avail, only to be fucked with, whether that's a matter of a reassignment or rather, something he had used a supervisorial member of staff (this woman whom I'm convinced has BPD who has implied to me she wishes to become a transmale and believes she has autism; these pathetic identity-graspers in my condition really grate me, by the way) to retroactively change at short notice, he informs me that it was the guy actually called "Jason". I took a few seconds to dwell on this before actually following James' instruction to go look for him, but then made the split second decision to fuck off after the epiphany came landing down: oh look, it's another neurgrotypical male sissy-boy-for-a-brain who wishes to fuck with his Aspergian neuromasculine superior (I mean, superiority in this, not in general).

Speaking of his transsexual chasing proclivities: everyone there basically knows how I'd been fucked over by Haselgrove, continuously strung along by psychiatry and its associated gender-identitarian treatment wings (the latter is an overglorified form of the former and as such both pseudosciences), and although I don't think he was attracted to me per-se, he did see it in an insincere light enough that he thought he could use this to ingratiate himself to my favour when he had never believed it for one second. How did I find this out? It's how I find everything out: eavesdropping. He was bitching about how I had no genuine interest in it because I never bothered changing my presentation despite being clarified on my stance that I believe this demand of Cuntster's for me to come out is a cryptic institutionalisation trick, owing to how this predicament is seen in an Asperger context vis-a-vis a neurotypical one, something I've been acutely aware of via. the research and the hack-job Guardianista journalism which led me to it since the beginning of this decade.

Cuntster clearly approached the entirety of the organization in person to brief them about how much of a lying malignerer I supposedly truly was, and so with this act of ruthlessness, do I have to commensurately offer my own of throwing the entire organization of Autism Initiatives down the very 21-route it terminates at.

Since time immemorial, the organization has done nothing but fuck with me. Whether it was obsequious feminists who had an axe to grind against autistics (Rona McKinnon), their flatterers (Euan Robertson of terrorism incident-report filing of 2014 fame), or now, this strange, little Social Justice Warrior hypoman, who wishes to signal his supremacy around the Aspergian in this inverse-way that people of his leftist persuasions do, the James Gordon aforedescribed aka @Anonymous Fluhre, we've seen time and again how state-apparatus sanctioned institutes of this sort really work in a favour against autistics in alignment with their neurodiversitarian ideological principles of integrationalism which has been doomed to failure in that psychiatry had never once managed to meet it in parallel, preferring the suppression of autistic intellects by subduing, instead of finding a way to kill the two birds of misbehaviour and intellectual insufficient with one stone as to allow autists to be amenable to the Flynn effect in a way they weren't before.

This was, hence, a lot (but not exclusively or even all of) my hormonal experimentation; although I haven't uploaded the speech, I've got to clarify, Cuntster is wrong about what I think estrogen does, but he deliberately sweeps over my advocation of progesterone in the same vain; he saw something mentioned in a meta-analytical review (an Asperger boy with transvestitic fetishism who hoped that estrogens would alleviate his communication difficulties if I recall; I might've conflated two things but I won't bother double-checking as that's for neurofeminine fags) and grasped at it, thinking it was vaguely the same because of his negroid low detail-orientation.

He refused to run a simple errand for me. All he had to do was hold a fucking camera. Anything I wrote on scripts pertaining to speechs recorded with that camera was my responsibility to bare; he fucked that, our "professional relationship", and now, the organization because it has been named and shamed, over, by referring to segments he disagreed with on my latest speech, probably to undermine the criticisms laden in it against Amber Haselgrove towards the latter half, where I attack his 5 reasons for doubting my transgenderism with 5 lengthy principles (I can transcribe that if anyone wants, it'll take me time because I lost the digital file).

Even though everything I am was underpinned by these 5 principles and their rhetorical success on the revolutionary battle front of the ideological struggle that has waged here.

Let's speak about the man himself: he's in his early-to-mid 20s, he was formerly a bankster-gangster before working at the 'tard wrangling org, indeterminately average intelligence (although he thinks he's really clever with the way he waxes pseudo-philosophical), and decided he grew a conscience, consciously of course owing to the psychopathic and Borderline traits which have compelled him to fuck with me in this and numerous other ways of virtue signalling, finding the perfect target to predate: my own kind.

And although I sympathize little with the majority of it, I take umbrage to the principle or the inkling that it would be such an easily-regarded as assailable thing.

When old doors close, new ones open. I can't remember quite where I learned that, but it happened very recently: an acquaintance of mine, Ginger, whom I had a small quasi-lesbian fling with on the side as an affair in parallel with Walter, re-entered my life after shunning me for a year and a half. Let me tell you of the serenity I felt when I was able to read her charming words and cunning witticisms about political philosophy, anti-feminism, racial realism, and the alt-right, which we were both ardent fanatics of. She was the first person to make me realise the autistic woman I actually was; whilst Walter had obsequiously appealed to more fetishistic dimensions on my end, Ginger had really promoted the more disciplined aspects of femininity to me, and allowed me to conceive of it in a wholly new way from my previous one of outright disparagement.

I loved her. Unfortunately, her already established relationship with Alexander Gillaspie made things incredibly complicated and I was running entirely off intuition at the time as to whether we were both 'au fait', but I took it as an implicit, silently spoken understanding between us, based on our mutual struggles with, and to not use bullshit, politically correct, or philosophically enlightening Grecian euphemisms like the feminists have (like "lesbian" or "sapphism"), sexual normalization in the feminine style, for it is what we both sought, albeit from different starting perspectives of our respective birth genders (she was cis, despite the name seemingly suggesting otherwise).

She had the perfect facial ratio, the perfect chin-angle, the perfect over-estrogenization of her inflamed face usually accordant with the testosteronization relatively speaking of Asperger females (due to competitive antagonism), the perfect way of speaking, in a neuromasculinely understandable style but not without emotional nuance or sophistication, the perfect inflection of voice which is emotional like the Asperger end of the spectrum but predictably grounded like the autistic's, and this was the selling point for me: the perfect way of reasoning.

A true, Aspergian Juche woman, as I especially sought to insidiously reform her.

I saw me in her, the first woman I could ever claim to have 100% that privilege (for most others that's closer to 0), and why it's especially absurd LagoonaBlue might (again, imperfect intuition speaking) suspect I'm after her.

The funny thing was, she didn't even have a diagnosis. She just suspected it. And although psychiatrists here deliberately try to eschew the diagnosis of women due to Cohen, it really is a testament to the disease of "hypermasculine aetiology as a pathology" that had been conducive to LagoonaBlue's official diagnosis, which was only in recognition of soulless pathologies rather than something I've come to conceive as the Aspergian personality.

Most spergs have none. That's as obvious to me as it is everyone else. But this specimen was different. She was refined in her purity having not been spectralized.

James Gordon has been complicit in the trend of the times of the neugrotypical transsexual matriarchy to uphold its exclusivity and act as a chivalrously enslaved gatekeeper on their behalf whilst disparaging and predating upon Aspergian women whether that womanhood is recognized or not. I suspect, he has a personal investment in transsexualism that goes so deep as to his core that I half harbour suspicions that he may well be have kept that to himself as either a massive secret or at least, has pathological autogynephile traits that compels him to subconsciously chase in their defense like he does, which Cuntster had predated upon.

This transsexualist solipsism has gone for long enough: as the underpinning principle of transsexual alphabetism and their segment of the matriarchy, the only way for its reformation to even begin taking accomodation of similar predicament in the Aspergian is through the destruction and overthrow of institutional Cohenism.

I am remorseful for only two things other than the incident which happened a couple of days ago with the two lengthy correspondences pouring my heart out over multi-directional PM: not doxxing all the staff members of Autism Intiatives and perhaps my present psychiatrists for their lack of cooperation in due course, and not more bravely embracing my true neurosexual proclivities in the respect of the Gingerian (Harper is the surname, so Harperian) example lifestyle.

My tenure with these 'tard wrangles is through. I intend to write a correspondence to the now-relegated understudy of the new regional manager in due course. I can happily post the previous one on here which had tried to persuade them of the uselessness of their interfering non-assistance if one wishes. This aformenetioned person, who I won't doxx out of respect, tried to emotionally blackmail me into coming back and was nearly successful at it until today, where immutable lines in the sand have been crossed with respect to my sensitivities.

I'd never really wanted them in my life save for a compensation of the lacking human company in my existence, having been far too socially anxious to really form genuine relationships whether friendship or otherwise in the real world. Even then, I've only felt this warmth emanate from comparatively few of them, and since I was a problem not really stereotypically autismal at all who was merely thrust onto them by Social Work departments with a purse-string assigning agenda to begin with, why should I bother expending any more of my precious little energy beseeching that I so lack from them, when I have something more intrinsic to pursue that's much more meaningful?

Autism was a poison to my identity to begin with. The neurodiversity movement as I had known, and been known by, them in the early 2000s had been responsible for indoctrinating me with this poison, which was carried further by Chac's attempts to play "daddy", when I'd only ever wanted his philosophical guidance and training to help enhance my own personal philosophical aspirations. We'd continuously warred on postulates of what constituted Aspergianism because of our respective differences. He was obsessed with recreating hypermale archetypology; I just wanted Juche in a dress, and primarily as a means to destroy the very prepositional stipulates of autism from within itself, the only way it would ever propel forward on a movement and ideological basis, and for its own peoples' sake, the entire condition predicated on paradigms which only serve to confirm as if by bias a neuroleptic-centred, monoaminergic-dominant treatment agenda which had never been conducive to the end of our advancement, only our crippling weakness.

That's why I take umbrage with the political correctness of modifying Asperger and autism oriented language like "sperg" or "sped", another bitching complaint of his. Until we can deconstruct their egoes as I had deconstructed my own, after being expelled from the trolling crew organization I myself created, they will never learn what it really means to consciously apprehend the kind of qualities like neurosis and self-doubt, necessary for self-awareness and introspection.

And then, how would they on Earth be ever able to rebuild themselves as I had?

I have a deep passion for the recreation of the Aspergian in my images and all the cadres who I still deem worthy of glorification in their own personal ways. We are the pioneers of a new form of autistic which serves to enhance the one of dribbling retards hopped up to the nineties on antipsychotics whilst rewatching Peppa Pig or Teletubbies thousands of times over that had preceded it. I call myself a Juche woman because of the way in which I was able to reform myself with my own creative, cognitive, and curious independence, true to Pongian maxim of the arrogation to the right to extend creative independence as a necessary prerequisite to mass political participatory action first stipulated by Kim Jong-il in the 1970s, during the height of the greatest Mongoloid nation's instauration and cultural reformation, something I've been deeply and ardently inspired by since youth.

The Guiding Light of Truth and Destiny begins with apprehending me as my genuine spiritual, emotional, interpersonal, and intellectual self, which will never happen until the self-serving hypocrisy of autism is roundly overturned and undermined.

Ggeut.
(See under 'Etymology'.)
 
Did Autism Initiatives use Aspergian labor as slave labor to fatten their coffers? I know a lot of the sperg organizations use "helping spergs" as a away to get a check.
 
introman powiedział(a):
Did Autism Initiatives use Aspergian labor as slave labor to fatten their coffers? I know a lot of the sperg organizations use "helping spergs" as a away to get a check.
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I was thinking of a way to best answer this question. This would mistakenly imply ours are anywhere near as useful as yours. Idk if it's because British medicine is particularly punitive with the overprescription of neurodegenerating antipsychotics, selection effect of the trans-Atlantic migration leaving the worst behind (true as it is with neugrotypicals also), or the overdiagnosis of intellelectually diminutive lumpenproles with other disorders whether of metabolism or induced by mercury, but really, they couldn't be utilized to any purposeful effect. I've rarely seen anyone as functional as the likes of Chris-chan in my few forays into the domestic sperg communities in meat-space.
LagoonaBlue powiedział(a):
You wonder why I needed space away from you...
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I've confirmed, you did speak to him. You shouldn't have left remarks so glaringly obvious on his profile then lie to me about it.
 
Not James Chris, but good attempt. You can refer to me as Muhammad, Sam, Brent, David or GethN7. I'm sure there are more aliases I do know about that people have claimed me to be in PM's.
 
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