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Fatal Attraction
Well hello there slasher loving people. Recently I have read a lot of Hybristophilia cases and I think we all conect with it, our only luck being that our slashers/serial killers aren't real.
Why the attraction?
Most of the slashers in horror movies are depicted as tall, big and dangerous men. Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Leatherface, you name it.
The characterization of them and so many others is the epitom of an Alpha male. All this killers have overpowered so many men in their bloody battles that is pretty much endless. We are naturally attracted to power and they hold it at the pinky finger. Ever seen Victor Crowley? He can dismember a big adult man with just his bare hands. In our mind we see their power as protection. I don't think that any man will try to touch you with Michael Myers hot on his tail, ready to stab the living daylights out of him.
The mask does the charm
Lets face it. The mask adds to the misterious nature to our slashers. Michael Myers white mask, Jason Voorhees hockey mask, Harry Warden gas mask, Chromeskulls silver skull mask etc.
We don't see their faces and we are attracted to the unknown. It adds to the dangerous air around them.
Deep inside victims
While some many not see it we find our nurturing instincts kicking in for this men.
Jason Voorhees was bullied and drowned as a kid, Brahms was burned and made by his parents to live inside the walls, the Sinclair twins didn't exaclly had to much of a happy childhood.
We find ourself in need to care for them, plus their 'innocence'. If I am correct, Jason is a virgin, so is Michael and Brahms. The fact that they are untouched attracts us to them.
One of a kind and masterminds
In general, people are attracted to persons Who stand outside the crowd. I don't think you can find everyday someone like The Collector with his one of a kind hobbies. Snuf film maker and sadist? You got Chromeskull here. They are unique people Who stand more on the sharp edge of the blade.
Plus they are evil genius. Who can plan and design such traps like Jigsaw and the Collector? Not your next door guy or the guy from Starbucks, thats for sure.
Intimacy?
This may be a confusion, but what about the nsfw part? Altough some of them might be asexual like Jason Voorhees.... But they are still males and well.... Some of them humans. They have their instinctual needs, right? Plus we talk about the untouched part again.
Thinking about that you got so lucky to get inbetween the sheets with one of them is like winning the jackpot.
Ever wonder what it feels like to have such a dangerous and big man inbetween your legs under him? Yeah, we all do. The adrenaline, plus if you got masochist tendencies I think you are just up their league.
Soooo Who is your Favorite slasher?
Goodnight out there, whatever you are.
The Swing
There is a tree That is very old And it has beautiful twists
This tree has a swing Many people play on it So the rope has started to split
Some come to the tree To make new swings But the originals is still there
I’ve always wanted to play on it But mummy always says “No!” Yet I still go and see it
Today there was someone Who was on the swing His face was very pale
The man who was on the swing Was very rude And wouldn’t share
I went and told mummy And she told the police Who took the man away
I went but the next day But… there was no more swing And no more tree…
Man Of The Trees
“Can you see it!?” The smallish girl in a summer dress cried as she ran laughing through the thick trees. “It’s just up ahead! Can you really not see it!?”
Her questions were met by silence as she kept running towards the centre of this dark, thick, misty forest. Her laugh echoed through the long standing trees. Some of them dead. This didn’t seem to bother her. Even when the brambles and nettles tore at her bare legs.
“We’re here!” She proclaimed as she slowed her pace. “I told you it wasn’t that far!!”
This time her statement was given a response.
“Okay, but where exactly is here and what I’m I looking for?” The thin, tallish boy in work clothes said to her.
She only pointed to the massive trunk of a very old oak tree. It had twisted branches and holes on part of the main trunk. The trees around it were dark and dense with a thick fog that seemed to seep through ever gap between the trees.
“He’s right over here! He lives in this beautiful forest!” The girl shouted to her friend.
“I think your term of beautiful and mine are different… and who?” The boy asked his excited friend.
“The Man Of The Trees!” She exclaimed.
He noticed she was standing facing the tree and looking upwards. He could see what she was looking at from his angle. She noticed him trying to peak round and smiled. She carefully walked over and took his hand to come a see the strange ‘Man Of The Trees’. She pulled him next to her.
“Right! Now look up!” She instructed.
The boy glanced to her before looking up. His mouth fell open as he saw what his friend had dragged him to come and see.
“Hello! I brought my friend today!” She said to the 'Man Of The Trees’ before turning to her friend and saying quietly, “He doesn’t talk but he’s a really good listener.” She paused and took in the look on her friends face. “Close your mouth, that’s rude.”
The boy closed his mouth and let go her hand.
“I-I just remembered I’d help my mum.” He stuttered before running away.
“Hey wait!!! Come back!!!” The girl shouted after him. “You said you weren’t busy…” She muttered as she sat on the ground.
She looked up at the old corpse and the mossy rope with tears in her eyes.
“At least I know I have you.” She said softly. “You’ll never leave me.”
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2019 is the year we’re gonna STOP trying to fuck the monsters, robots, and aliens and START cultivating healthy emotional, intellectual and sexual intimacy with the monsters, robots, and aliens
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