In the post I published before Thanksgiving,,with a follow up over a week ago, there was some loose ends to this story.

TMI

One is I may had published TMI, but I had to wrap this story with so much that was going on. In March of 2023, I was going through long bout of loneliness out there, in October of last year, the third time I visited, I felt there was there-there. As I discovered just recently that of all my years existing, that my brain often on the next destination, so while Portsmouth and base is only an hour or so away, when I was checking out, the plan was to go home or eat before heading back, so my brain was already on the Stubborn/Rigid/Core Bedrock of Personality that is the Interstate 93 Corridor that also includes parts of US Route 3, that at the front desk near Interstate 95, I was creeped out in my brain.

Why? Because closer to base, one person said the approach of feeling out the individual through conveniently waiting at the front desk to get her was not appropriate or seen to be creepy, but others (one was my therapist) did not think this was out of norms.  But the 93 Corridor is full of manly women, who wants femboys to mess them around.

The Experiment and Serendipitous Female cosplay and Suppressing Love

Ironically this chica also saw me cosplay as a female and didn’t feel turned off. Despite the angry Concord rhetoric, no real person is bothered. Another sidenote, was I had leaked the feels on my newsgathering Instagram live streams, and on this blog’s social platforms, because suppressing love as normal infatuations has been the norm for anyone with ASD for decades. While I did say I was feeling fuzzy, in a really unsusal way, it was the equivalent to a sweetheart jumping out of a trashcan, and you ‘re supposed to keep it compressed to fit the can.

The costs of this getaway, and “have to make” fighting Loneliness

This respite time, is rare for people like me, you don’t see many of my peers take time away to themselves for a number of reasons. One of them is a cost. The figures touches four figures post-state’s room-and-meals tax (for hotels and restaurants that prepare food). Despite a zero-income tax, the State of New Hampshire is funded through other higher taxes and property taxes is micromanaged by the state government, but the cities and towns received what the State tells them. So much for Live Free or Die or #LFOD for those cool social media types.

Unfortunately no one wants to deal with this issue of loneliness with legacy autistic disorders. When you have self-advocates telling the public “have to make it” and behavior management companies who offer social skills training with no positive guidelines on romance, it’s as shallow as not talking about sex to this group. What progress is this?

The goddamned “experiment” that makes you feel bad (even though this is the harsh reality)

The saga of the Windsor store clerk has really evaporated as she told me she was working part time, and the other stiff girls are not as pleasant – since the 93 Corridor  must assume that all men are trans trying to rape 20somethings. I am put into a position where I have to “experiment” since self activists think there is no problems whatsoever, and co-dependent support groups, never want to loose their child to another woman, and they take their fears from teenage years well into their adulthood.

I think when I asked the cute chica about the emergency evacuation accommodations, as I would stress again, if it was another person the conversation would’ve been shorter, or very long, and something inside me thinks there really is someone in her life that’s on the spectrum. For those who have just tuned in, I have been mindful if she’s acting like sales to entice me to go there more, if she does an SO, and been aware of not crossing too much of a line. The holiday bustle – even in the New Hampshire Seacoast will die down by January, leaving the Coast to the off-season from mass travelers, which is a great time for an autistic to try to ask her out in hopefully better situations. 

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