Marry the Bionicle you love
So, recently I've gotten a lot of comments and questions of a sexual nature, usually relating to my "obession" with Kopaka. I've decided to make a post to clear all that up. The first thing I would like to make clear: My relationship with Kopaka is NOT a joke. Additionally, its not wrong, perverted, "weird," ectetera. This is a sexual choice I have made for myself, and I would like for it to be respected. In this regard, I feel that I share a lot with the LGBT community. Remember, not too long ago, homosexuality was considered to be a mental sickness, something that was wrong with a person. Even though there are still some that believe that today, great strides have been taken, and I hope one day I will get to see the same kind of progress in regards to my gender-role choice. In the near future, I hope that it will be commonplace to refer to the "LGBTK" community. (Lesbian, gay, bi, trans, and kopaka-gendered). Now, I think part of the problem is that most of you don't have a good understanding of exactly what it means to be kopaka-gendered. It's actually very simple: It means that the only true sexual and romantic partner you will accept is Kopaka, in all his forms.
I can still remember the day I got my first Kopaka figure. I was 7, and it was an early birthday present from my mother. Even at that young age, I felt a stirring deep inside me that I couldn't explain. It felt like a warm shiver rising from the bottom of my spine to the top of my skull. I didn't know what it meant then, but in the years that followed, I would slowly discover what he truly meant to me.Â
Even then, my parents weren't exactly accepting of my orientation. When the other boys would go outside and play baseball, I would stay inside playing with my  bionicle figures. In art class, the other kids would be drawing the "normal" things kids draw: Pictures of themselves, theirt families, their dreams. But me? all my works featured Kopaka. The other kids would bring home their pictures, and their parents would hang them on the fridge, but mine were always filed away somewhere the guests wouldn't find them. My parents even tried to get me to stop playing with bionicles, to no effect. However at that young age, I was still naive. I wasn't aware that what I was doing was considered wrong, and I spent many wonderful hours in that fantasy world with my frosty friend.
However, as I grew older, and the other kids started liking girls, or boys, it became apparent to me that I was out of the ordinary. They would "ask out" members of the opposite sex, kiss, hug, fondle, all things I didn't find appealing in the least. I wondered what was wrong with me, why I didn't want those things. But then, I had a wonderous discovery.Â
It was 4 O'clock on a friday afternoon, and I had a contraband DVD that my friend Bobby had loaned me. He told me it was "Good stuff," and that I shouldn't show it to my parents. The title "Wet and Wild 3: College Edition" meant nothing to me, so I had no idea what to expect when I popped it into the DVD player. And after 45 minutes of "wet and wild" sexual intercourse had played out on the screen, I was just as confused as I was when I had started. What was the draw of this film? Why did Bobby think it was so good? But then, I had an inkling on an idea. My Kopaka (2001 version) sat at my side, and I looked down at him. Not even sure what I was doing, I restarted the DVD, threw a towel over the TV, and set Kopaka in front of me. The grunting and screaming sounds from the television began, but instead of seeing the man and woman from the film, I imagined that I was the woman, and Kopaka was the man. Immediately, I felt something in my groin begin to stir. I'll admit, it was a little frightening at first. It was a whole new experience, unexpected. I felt my penis begin to rise up, forming a buldge in my underwear. I grabbed on, and started moving my hand up and down, up and down, faster and faster. It felt good, like nothing had ever felt before. While holding that beautiful image in my mind, I kept going until I finally felt release, and my semen splashed all over my beautiful Kopaka. In that moment, I finally knew who and what I was meant to love, and I knew that it was right.
From then on, it only got harder. No-one, not my parents, schoolmates, or friends, were able to accept my choice. Even Bobby deserted me. I was called "Toyfucker," "lego-lover," "ko-faggot," or "that kid who takes his bionicle into the school bathroom and fucks it." I spent many nights crying into my pillow, wondering why I could only love that icy being, praying for an end to my torment. Eventually I was able to accept that this is who I am, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with the taunting.
I loved him. I still love him. I will ALWAYS love him. Its more than just a sexual passion, its a deeply romantic connection that I will never be able to lose. His cold demeanor, occasional jokes, valiant actions, everything. I have read every piece of writing that has featured him, seen every image, watched every video. I am entranced by him. I have fallen for him, and never been able, or even wanted to get up. Whenever I am scared, depressed, unhappy, hurt, or sad, all I have to do is think of him, and I will be able to feel his comforting presence. He has saved me countless times throughout my life. For this, I am always in debt to him. I can never repay that debt, because he is my sole love, he is my life. He is my saviour, my god. If loving him is wrong, then I don't want to be right. If I was told that I would never be able to think of or see him again, I would commit suicide in a heartbeat, rather than face the alternative. I love him. I love him.
Even though my journey has been at times painful, it has also been wonderful, and I would never take any of it back. At times, it has even been funny. You wouldn't believe the look on the face of my spring formal date when I showed up to the dance in my full Kopaka outfit! Once, it even got me into some legal trouble. Who would have thought that it can be considered unlawful harrassment to repeatedly ask a toy store clerk how Kopaka Phantoka's legs felt wrapped around an erect penis?
At this point, you may wonder why I also lust after the staff of BZPower, when Kopaka is my true love. Well, the answer is simple. In the same way that priests often molest little boys because of their inherent innocence and closeness to god, I fantasize about fucking the staff because of their closeness to Bionicle and the Lego Corporation, and therefore, closeness to Kopaka.
I hope this post has cleared up any questions you might have about some of my earlier statments about my sexuality. Now, if you ever wonder about my references to Kopaka, or if I really feel this way, you have your answer. If I left anything out that you would still like to know, feel free to go ahead and ask. I hope this was informative and enjoyable for all of you. Happy tumblring!
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