The Chemical Cost of Feeling: Why Femdom Was My Unlikely Lifeline The morning sun was just starting to peek through the Chiang Rai air, painting the humid air in soft oranges. My two dogs, oblivious to the storm raging inside me, licked my face with relentless affection as I sat on the side of the road, tears streaming down my face. My parents were nearby, their quiet presence a gentle anchor, pretending not to notice their adult child crumbling. The dogs wanted to make me happy. I knew it, understood it, but my brain, a stubborn, cruel organ, refused to translate their pure, uncomplicated love into anything but a dull, aching emptiness. It’s this: the unbearable void that even …
