the only one who can fuck me is me.

[liltuna]

would you fuck your clone? a crack meme for pondering the impossible...   A question as old as time, or at least as old as Buzzfeed. How many intellectuals over the years have pondered the very same question you're being faced with now? Did Socrates wonder about the moral quandaries that accompany clone sex? Did Plato? Does a dilemma so complex have a right answer? If so, does your character know it?    how to play 1. Your character has been posed the question, 'Would you fuck your clone?' Top-levels should be responses to this question. Blank top-levels will be deleted. 2. Chat around with others and debate over the ethics of engaging your hypothetical clone in such a way.

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[theotherobin]

I don't vent. There's no reason for it. The worst fucking thing in the world is to unload your bullshit on someone.

[reformedzombiecrimelord]

Unloading on someone who's not ready for it, or just out of the blue, yeah. But I offered to listen. That makes a difference.

And sometimes talking about stuff out loud helps you figure out what's wrong. Like... rubber duck debugging!

[theotherobin]

Nah. I'm good. Doesn't really make a difference.

Oh yeah? You big on talking?

[reformedzombiecrimelord]

Eh.

[Another shrug. No skin off Jay's back if this guy doesn't want to talk.]

It all depends. Time and place and topic, you know?

[theotherobin]

Shit that's wrong. We already established the topic.

[reformedzombiecrimelord]

[Another look of confusion, then Jay rubs at his temples with one hand.] Eds is right, I gotta stop chopping up my sentences.

That was a broad answer to what I thought was a broad question. Like, am I big on talking in general? You already said you didn't want to talk right now.

[theotherobin]

And I'm saying, bet you don't like to talk about what ever shit is wrong with you either.

[reformedzombiecrimelord]

I'm not asking for your life story.

If the girl at the coffee shop says "Hey Jay, you're lookin' kinda down" I'm not going to tell her my life story and how I'm deeply traumatized over taking on adult responsibilities as a child while trying to keep my sick mom alive and that's affected my entire life afterward to the point where I take on responsibility for everything, even shit I can't change.

I'm gonna tell her my job is stressful and I've been dealing with a parade of dumbasses. Or my boyfriend and I had a fight. The stuff that happened recently, the stuff she can relate to.

[Okay, maybe that tendency to ramble is still there. It's a work in progress! Jay is definitely still a work in progress.]

[theotherobin]

You're missing my point, man. But really, it's whatever.

[ Jason does ramble, but never about personal things. which was kind of his point, but like he said, whatever. ]

You got a boyfriend?

[reformedzombiecrimelord]

[If the point were important, then Jason would have explained it. Since he didn't, Jay's not going to pursue whatever the fuck his alternate meant. Tough cookies, poor communication happens.]

Yeah. Sweet guy, better than I deserve, but I wants to stick with me. And I want him happy, so...

[theotherobin]

[ his second point is that he clearly wants to change the subject, so whatever he meant is a moot point either way. ]

You do you, I guess. Thought the idea of being with a guy intimidated you, though.

[reformedzombiecrimelord]

We don't have sex.

The sex is the intimidating part.

[theotherobin]

So you're just not gonna do it?

[reformedzombiecrimelord]

Probably not.

Eddie says it's not necessary and we can take our time. Figure out what works for us.

[theotherobin]

Eddie, huh? I used to know someone called Eddie. Think I scared him away, though.

Your guy sounds super chill, though.

[reformedzombiecrimelord]

[That mention of another Eddie gets a sympathetic look, but Jay's not sure what to say.]

My Eddie had some bad experiences in the past. He wouldn't push for anything I'm not comfortable with.

[theotherobin]

[ yeah. he gets that look a lot. ]

That shit's all that really matters.

You're still intimidated though?

[reformedzombiecrimelord]

Yeah.

[Jay hunches his shoulders a little.] Well. The... stuff with penetration. I've never done it, Eddie had bad experiences, it's just... a lot.

And even if we don't do that, it's like... what if I screw up what we do agree to? I dunno. I worry about shit like that all the time.

[theotherobin]

[ well ok, shit. this definitely vibes with him more... though he wouldn't want to admit it. ]

Yeah.

...me too.

[reformedzombiecrimelord]

[Jay chews on the inside of his cheek for a little before venturing to say,] I do screw up things a lot. S'kind of a pattern, even when I try not to.

So I'm... real careful with Eddie.

[theotherobin]

[ hitting a little too close to home again, but he's not gonna get all angry and defensive this time. it just makes him feel real fucking sad. ]

Doesn't that make you feel like shit though? Like, always watching your back? Waiting to screw it up?

[reformedzombiecrimelord]

Sometimes. A lot of times.

When I tell Eddie that I love him, sometimes it's because I need to hear it back from him. You know? He loves me too, so I haven't screwed things up yet.

[theotherobin]

Drives me crazy, always having that in the back of my head, though. Like, how the fuck can you even do anything like that?

How can you tell someone you love them just cause you need to hear it back? That feels... I dunno. Real fucking shitty. Poisonous.

It'll wear on 'em eventually.

[reformedzombiecrimelord]

I say it back when he says it, too.

[It's just how they talk to each other. Don't judge when you don't have all the details, Jason.] And we promised to be honest.

[Jay lapses into silence, thinking about what Jason said. It'll wear on 'em eventually.] Maybe. No reason to stop trying to be good for him, is it?

[theotherobin]

Well yeah, but that doesn't mean you're not doing it for the wrong reason.

[ hey man, you said you wanted to talk. give all the fucking details then. ]

Sure. Honesty.

And if all that trying leads to fucking him up in the end anyway, then what?