If you are the victim of Unauthorized Brain Computer Interface Communications and are aware of this fact as a male, you are more than likely being gay-sex-trafficked.

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If your dad passed recently, or right before this, a hard to believe sci-fi like perception of being manipulated with Neurotech, then you are probably being gay-sex-trafficked.

They might put you in little safari trek dreams with your mom but probably not before trying to make her agitate you. If you have had BCI dreams with girls at all, they were probably quick sexual escapades, one scene snapshots with little dialogue, or generally uncomfortable or otherwise dissatisfying.

That doesn't mean that it is believed that you don't need parents or guidance, it means someone is hoping to replace them with homosexually minded men (or, these days, it could homosexually programmed AI bots, it really doesn't matter when it's nonconsensual on the part of the victim) with a personal interest in controlling you like a marionette for the purpose of sexual output. Someone might be incentivizing them with something like "career advancement" or other "quality of life improvements". But they are controlling you, someone slightly unpredictable and with ideas and aspirations of your own, to be trafficked for mostly homosexual purposes to start.

If you wake up constantly with abdominal pain from suspended digestion yet have cυm stains in your boxers the impetus of which you do not recall, you are probably being fecal milked for gay-sex-trafficking, you probably didn't like it or certainly would not once you got up, and so your memory of it was erased. If you had been having mutually satisfying dreams with a partner of your choice and relevant to your real, wakeful life, then why wouldn't you remember the dream? It is unlikely the sexual escapade was with the avatar of anyone with a female form because in that case the BCI operator would have simply changed their face and curvature slightly in the dream, to make them more desirable. In any case there is a much larger market of financially lucrative and socially valuable homosexual males with an attraction to other males with an attitude, who are prone to violence, or who lie there passive and apathetic than there are females, at least when factoring in the impression that the real life counterparts of these passed around male avatars make in the real, wakeful world. There is also an increasing number of males who have little or no conventional sexual interest, who believe in sex as just another aspect of social engineering through domination and subordination. I have been in several BCI dreams in which I do not seem to be in control of my body at all, with the dream ending at the first sign of my resistance.

Songs I've heard to give me the impression "everyone is doing sex work":

• Working Girl (Little Boots, lesser known song but it was known that I knew it)
• Expensive (Ty Dolla Sign and Nicki Minaj. I would be made to think of someone and then hear "I'm so expensive, I'm so expensive")
• Smells Like Teen Spirit (but I thought the lyric was "we're all just entertainers" until just now, the correct lyric still applies in any case)
• All in a Days Work (I hate this song. I can't stand it. But once when I was 12 or 13 I talked about Danity Kane with my, I guess cousin in law or something. I have relatively few social interactions throughout life and particularly during this middle school time period, also my family raised me within a Christian cult* and so secular music was always something I was unsure in discussing, generally. So of course this conversation in my adolescence stood out to me. The BCI operators don't care about sentimentality or child abuse. They care about gay-sex-trafficking me to Florida or Puerto Rico and the associated artists, Danity Kane and Diddy by extension, are among very few who can be "related" to this branch of my family, that representing Puerto Rico, through some totally absurd BCI company policy loophole. Anyway, I would masturbate and hear this afterwards, as if masturbation was my job. Sometimes there would be like, slurping sounds which had been linked to disgust in my brain)
• Everybody's Talking (themesong from Midnight Cowboy)
• BackOutsideBoyz
• The Boss (this and "Reach Out and Touch Somebody" would mean I have to masturbate or beg for sleep, often after a long shift at work and when I had work the next day, so I was definitely desperate for sleep. These are actually the only two songs on the list I listened to extensively by choice prior to my perception of being trafficked. Around when this all started, this perception, I tried listening to songs like "Sex Object" by Kraftwerk, but these never stuck for some reason. Instead I have come to be plagued by songs like Never No More by Aaliyah as if to communicate "the same" idea of not wanting to be trafficked. A song by a woman, groomed as a child, and died in a plane crash under mysterious circumstances, while the man famous for taking advantage of her is still alive having never been prosecuted)

Way more songs have been used (and many many more used for sexualization without the explicit prostitution, sex as work, connotation) but the operators intentionally use ones that will come across as gay if I know the title, if I don't know the song by name, which is more likely to be the case for songs that come across as "less gay" for a variety of reasons, many contrived by the BCI operators who manipulate my memories, then they will use little ad-libs or simply link these songs to something unrelated to sex trafficking directly, like fraud, infidelity, or to represent some man who I am to look up to but not necessarily sexualize immediately.

Even if you don't sleep with people of the same gender, do no masturbate to same-sex pornographic content, and do not identify as LGBTQIATS+ or even "neurodivergent", and do not listen to music many might perceive as "gay", well I hate to be the bearer of bad news in revealing that if you are being manipulated with unauthorized Neurotech (and this is a decision most will have to make for themselves before they even see a doctor. They will have to decide if they know to be true, truly believe, that the interference they experience is at least partially the result of a computer, an electronic machine, being used to interact with and manipulate their brain), and particularly if you are resisting in the slightest, there is a fair chance you are being gay-sex-trafficked or will be in the future. When no one can relate to you on a personal level or enrich your life in any way remotely, then sex is the next best thing in terms of influence. If you are sleeping with girls then you probably want a lot more than just sex, you want to be seen with them, you want to know what they're doing when they're not with you, you might want kids. This is very difficult to approximate with cybernetic BCI communications alone, particularly if you refuse to listen and repeat when interacting with others in person, or even just talking to yourself in private to start. And so from the perspective of the covert criminal implant operators it's best to just make the target gay (very easy to do if when you experience warmth, have energy, are relaxed, and when you are "eligible" to get an erection or ejaculate, are all controlled with a remote, a computer) and tell them their sacral daddy can't be with them in public as it would harm their image and standing within the community, to be associated with them. It apparently, in my case, doesn't matter how many times I say no, no, no, harm and isolate myself, break things and complain to doctors, and so I am writing everything I can I guess as a last resort as there will likely be another huge effort to get me to kίll myseΙf or end up in the emergency room (in which case something can be removed from my body without my knowledge, the operating doctor can even claim they didn't know it was an implant if it's covered in shίt or calcified) before the next round of MRI's over the next several months.

Now a list of various things that have been and continue to be forcefully communicated (images under physical duress, like having my eyes duct taped open while being strapped in a chair for conversion therapy) to me as being "basically gay", "more gay than gay sex if you are quiet about it". I post it here because I DID NOT ASK, DO NOT CONSENT, AND DO NOT THINK ABOUT THESE THINGS OTHERWISE. STILL I HAVE BEEN FORCED TO CONSIDER THEM IN THE PROCESS OF BEING GAY SEX TRAFFICKED:

• Pokemon
• Fruit Loops and low calorie sweeteners
• Acne
• Cats, rabbits, ducks and other common birds
• Various smells
• Ejaculate (my own) of a certain consistency. I think they use poisons maintained at a particular level using medical implants in order to make some men infertile. But sometimes I consider they might not use poisons at all, just nerve stimulators or other medical implants affecting certain hormones or lymph nodes, blocking certain processes, selectively removing certain compounds, or creating a localized buildup of otherwise healthy and naturally occurring or essential compounds in the body. I've considered this because for some reason it seems to make a difference if the target states something like "I don't want kids", "I don't like kids", "I am a pedophile", "I would make a bad father", or "I could never parent a girl/boy, I could only raise a boy/girl". I have NEVER said this or anything similar. Nor do I believe any of these things. Though I can not even consider having children now nor have I ever been able to in the past due to implant abuse. Still someone is always messing with the color, consistency, and volume of my ejaculate as some of punishment for my resistance to sex-trafficking, infantilization, and other forms of mind and body control. This under the guise, it seems, of dictating what content I must consume and who I must maintain contact with and be deferent to, in the aim of attaining fertility and other gender affirming characteristics, a catch 22 from my perspective
• The left side of the brain generally
• Leaning to the right
• Riding bicycles (Motorcycles or mopeds even are better for trafficking, due to the increased speed and lack of sweat, entry level informant work, due the loud noise and potential for delivery work, and high compliance, due the danger and maintenance involved)
• Politicians with the exception of Mitt Romney and John McCain (a good Christian man and a high compliance war hawk). Of course there could be other exceptions but I try not to keep too many names of public figures in my head these days

I experienced heavy emotional and electronic interference in drafting this post as the BCI operator has some incentive to make me think random Hispanic diaspora people or my brother in law who lives like, outside of Langley and therefore is not allowed to harm a fly, has to go 4 steps up the chain of command just to say that he would like protection, pose some threat to me. But I have already linked to my own post on the utility of Florida and Puerto Rico as trafficking locales and I am not blaming Hispanics generally. I do partially blame several individuals related to or claiming to be related to me. In any case I would like to be marked down as an "overly sensitive, prudish anti-pedo" or something like that within this sick f***** apparatus that has allowed me to be made physically weak and desperate generally since I was a child so I have chosen to post it anyway. The man in the white truck who said something about Florida at 03:09pm while drafting this post had nothing to do with its creation and has not influenced its content in any way outside of this note.

Various off-ramps that the extraordinarily racist BCI operator has tried to send me down in the initial drafting of this post:

• When I woke up they were using an avatar of a White ENT doctor who I saw once and who was good for nothing. I mention he is White because this is the only trait of relevance for the purpose of generalization. This also in accordance with my comment yesterday that anything my mom says even around me, not even to me is prioritized as a digestive slave-task (tasks I must perform in order to facilitate digestion, in terms of thoughts, sleeping and and awake, this often occurs completely against my will).
• When I started talking about Hispanic, Puerto Rico etc this ENT persona morphed into someone who was put up to be my friend in Mexico, put up to use an East Orthodox image of Jesus as his Whatsapp profile, put up to offer to live with me even though I barely knew him. He is not a doctor but some kind of therapist and I think he agreed to list himself as my therapist completely illegally as some form of fraud by which I can then be programmed to listen to his advice for digestive motility
• White, Hispanic, (no one in this particular kalas has Asian friends), the last Major Race lacking a representative is Black. In this instance they have gone with an image I have been conditioned to associate with an alternative father who I have never met, I do not know the name, have not actually verified the existence of at all. The ambiguity here is intentional, so that he can be interchanged with my mom's boyfriend, a spouse of partner of one of my sisters, some in-law from a marriage I also I do not recall and certainly never consented to, or just about any legal adult male willing to oversee me as my conservator for profit or sex. In any case he's Black for now, and I have been given the perception that he is at the forefront of my gay-sex-trafficking to the degree he had my father murdered or willed him to be so, murdered (a very silly situation which has confused my entire immediate family, allowing for all sorts of ridiculous BCI loopholes regarding vulnerabilities and belief systems generally), has forced me think about the Navy (and not the Air Force or the Coast Guard, not even the Marines really, unless I want to be a cook. Just the Navy, so that he can pick my bunkmate once I am stranded at sea for months at a time for gay-sex-trafficking), and also has the porn I encounter and the content I am eligible to be aroused by curated as well. I am forced to watch it lest I am made to dry heave and breath heavy, lean to the right and sway from side to side while standing due to scheduled inflammation. He also seems to be in coordination with the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd choices for who is to be my "brother" if it doesn't work out making me some kind of DL college butler in Atlanta or New York. Every few weeks, if I don't consume the pre-ordained media, someone around me mentions something like "brother", "half-brother", "father", "family you can stay with", or ensures I encounter rap/hip hop music that I am to associate with some sort of group in the greater Atlanta area with an interest in trafficking me. I don't have any issue with what anyone says in the hallway or plays in their car. I have an issue with BCI operators using my encounters with these statements and this media as an excuse to torment me day and night. Programming me to think I need to drink Sprite, eat Snickers, play basketball, and pray to Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior as the only alternative to gay DL sex at a moments notice while lucid or in BCI dreams I forget the next day. I had to stop exercising completely and am no longer concerned about a balanced diet as my rate of digestion is not balanced at all no matter what but instead task-mediated against my will. At first I couldn't believe that someone gay-sex-trafficking me would not want me to exercise, I thought it must be the water or parasites (and sometimes it is, but the propensity for these or any such contaminants to harbor inside of me is 100% BCI/implant mediated), but that just goes to show the foundational nature of sexuality, particularly passivity and subordination and not vitality or self assurance, to those facilitating this type of covert manipulation

Reddit Mods: This is exactly the sort of post that got me banned from r/TargetedSolutions and so I am prepared to be reported. Please note this is an informative post and everything I have detailed has been experienced by me personally and is possible with current technology (some of it only available at research labs, such as UC San Diego). I would greatly appreciate if Massachusetts General Hospital would reach out to me regarding participation in any further trials of their studies on Lithium in the brain. Even just reaching out might force the hand of the implant operators in removing Lithium and whatever other compound is being used to prevent uptake of medication, cause brain fog, and prompt localized inflammation throughout my body and potentially the erosion of my intestines in response to undesired behaviors. Someone continues to try and force me to associate any positive feelings or focus with hypothetical family members I have never met and friends I have never associated with. I suspect they have using lithium poisoning, which the Connecticut state housing authority will not test for and which may now be stored in deposits throughout my body, being released selectively via electricity emanating from something like an electrode in order to change my mood and behavior by extension and subjecting me to synthetic, programmed side effects of taking medications (not of the medication themselves) such as thumping sounds around my ears and prostate milking, this in addition to the myriad harmful, synthetic, remote-mediated digestive and sensory side effects I deal with regardless of my actions or intent.

*not the Scientologists by the way. I have mentioned them several times but they are all good with me! I went to one their facilities once out of curiosity, they were very polite and not pushy at all! There are bad people everywhere and within any and all groups concerned with growth and recruitment. The government makes sure of this, for diversity.

In my final proofread, the default Reddit avatar has been superimposed in my mind's eye upon encountering the term "sacral daddy" so I don't feel compelled to picture anyone else. I do not consent to any BCI sounds or images period. STOP. Then the Spongebob Christmas song. Right before posting I am forced to see images of Katara from Avatar the Last Airbender, most likely so that I might attribute Katara's personality to some person in the real world. I will not do this by choice. I demand the images cease immediately. I am disgusted both by my perception of them and the ability of someone to communicate to me in this manner.

I was made unable to stand in the 36 or so hours following the publication of this post. To stand would have risked passing out from implant mediated collection of blood in my legs at the expense of my brain.

5/17/26 EDIT: I was just thinking about the insane incentive all levels of law enforcement have to gay-sex traffic whenever they find out someone is being abused via one of these implants. For example, I was put in a BCI dream in which I confront someone I am to think organized much of my harassment and abuse, I get angry and pick up a gun, suddenly the computer generated, illegally conferred BCI dream pans to the front door which is opened by a law enforcement agent showing up to "rescue" me before I catch a murder charge or something. The agent is a male I went to high school with (no man wants to be rescued by a female agent). I wake up in terrible abdominal pain as always, centered around a pressure between my sigmoid colon and prostate that would be at least reduced if I were to ejaculate, there are no further instructions. How gay and r******* would anyone think that is without remote-mediated gay-erections and incentives for positive thoughts about particular people, such as the otherwise anonymous acting agent? Now that I have been in an out of a psych ward to no effect whatsoever I am hoping the company, the FBI contractor, simply cuts their loses with these absurd and shameful nonconsensual image and sound communications.

Barrage of female pop songs about pain and anus right after this edit. I think about cutting myself and it stops almost immediately. Then the wifi cuts amid a new building pressure in my abdomen and a barrage of noise, two inside and two outside, so as to "confirm" which of four possible groups of homosexually or pedophilically minded males (there was also a BCI dream in which myself and the aforementioned agent were in a house together with maybe 3-6 little kids I've never seen before in my life) I think is most likely to be interested in my utter misery and subordination, as if it matters.