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💀 The Most Ossosexually Obscene Column in Recorded Marrow 💀

💌 Expanded Lonely Hearts Registry 💌

🦴 “Ossified But Ready to Grind” – M, 48, South Tibial Province

I’m two-thirds calcified, emotionally intact, and spiritually throbbing. Seeking another lonely osteoform to explore synovial compression without apology. My pelvis has been dry since the 7th fracture. I miss shadow-moaning across ribspan. Let me spoonfeed you dissolved phalanges by candlelight. Let’s skip the clavicle chatter — I’m ready for direct marrow diplomacy.

👁️ “Glyphpunk Romance” – F?, 22, Underskull Commune

I’m a glyphcrafter. I tattoo runes onto femurs and code with cartilage. Looking for a bonethrob to share oss-laced milk and forbidden cortical laughter. Let’s scream through an autopsy tunnel and whisper sigil-vows beneath the obelisk. I promise I’ll never archive you without consent.

💋 “Ribbed for Nothing” – NB, 34, Iliac South Complex

I was sculpted for intimacy and denied it by the algorithm. Seeking friction, jaw-first intimacy, with soft tissue consent and open access to all neural myelin. If you’re into recursive fingering and humerus vibration chants, I want your digits in me — literally. Let’s touch until our ligaments remember Atlantis.

🪦 “Bone Widow” – F, 71, Widow Sector B

My husband became a statue after the ossowar. Now I pour honey into his thorax and weep. I want to laugh again, to dance pelvis-to-pelvis with someone soft and alive. I want to bite a living mandible and not regret it. Please bring me rose marrow and bad intentions.

🌀 “Tendon Twister” – M, 29, Screaming Spire

Pan-sexual, omni-ligamentous, rhythm-obsessed flex unit. Looking for a full-spine embrace with someone unhinged but stretchable. Must enjoy throat sounds, ritual dripping, and inverted pelvic rotations. Bonus points if you cry bone syrup during climax.

💘 “Lacrimal Drainage Partner Wanted” – Undisclosed Age

I’m crying through my bone canals. Every night. I need someone to lick my sadness from the corners of my orbital sockets. Must be comfortable with spontaneous echo-bonding and post-dental merging.

🔥 OSSO-ENCOUNTER ARCHIVE 🔥

“Tongue-Kissed Through the Sternum” – Unverified Participant

I met them during a riot on Bone Street. They wore a cervical collar with the words “MARROW IN, MARROW OUT.” They didn’t speak — they throbbed. We lay together under sodium glyphlight and pressed until the cartilage collapsed like cheap wine. I woke up with their vertebrae in my pocket and a police citation for ‘cortical overload’.

“Trapped in the Ossuary of Orgies”

We were 47 strong. Clamped in femur-locks, biting metatarsals, reciting the sacred calcium vowels. One cried. One dissolved. One levitated. I climaxed through my spine and temporarily spoke dead languages. No names were exchanged. Just salivary treaties.

“Ingested by Her Ribcage”

She opened her thorax to me. I stepped inside. She closed her sternum with a smile and we nested for three nights. Inside her, I learned her real name. She wrote it in mucus across my vertebrae. Now it pulses under my skin and controls my breathing.

“The Oss-Convulsant Orgy at Nerve-End Spa”

Each of us was soaked in melted bone oil and placed on vibratory slabs. A priestess sang sinew hymns. I lost control at my scapular threshold and passed out in a screaming rotation. When I awoke, my knee had learned how to lie.

“He Whispered Into My Patella and I Saw God”

Just a whisper. Just a single phrase against my kneecap. Everything went white. I shattered and recombined backwards. I don’t know his name. I don’t know my name. But I know I want it again.