If you're a minor, if you're soliciting sexual conversation or activity from minors, if you're a.. I'm fucking throwing up a little.. "Tumblr Dom", if you're using generative AI to sexualise people, GET THE FUCK OUT NOW. (Blocked, reported, etc. etc.)
Still here?
Read this thing before interacting with me.
It's not quite a full-length novel...so
If you have three holes... (The rare exceptions to this know who they are, #you and ...)
...just ignore me, starve my insane monkey brain from attention. Let it wither and die off.
Let me grow as a person, let me deal with my issues in peace. Let me learn to feel my emotions instead of transmuting them into rage and lust.
Because if I show up in your notifications, I'm probably lusting after you. You either portray thoughts in writing or by reblogging, that resonate with hidden parts of me, ORRRR I wanna push my seed in your womb and make your tummy swell (probably both).
This should just be an #unhingediary. I, emphatically, should not be here. Don't let me be friendly or even funny. I just want to breed you, use you, perhaps worm myself into your mind and break you.
Not sure if I want to fuck my seed into you and use each and every hole in your body? The likelihood increases monotonically in roughly the following order:
Vertically challenged >> Widely hipped >> Hugely tittied >> Bigly areolad >> Darkly Haired >> Nicely Bespectacled
If you have 2 holes (or 4, or 5, or whatever)...
I'm following you for your gifs of beautiful women doing filthy things
About Me
Afro-Caribbean European living in the the centre of Europe. I feel most comfortable speaking EN and NL, I have some DE-(DE/CH, or technically allemanic, but most people wouldn't even know what the fuck i'm on about) and I would survive in IT, ES, PT, and god-forbid FR (if you understand why "qu'est-ce que c'est" is just a way of TAKING THE FUCKING PISS, you understand my disdain for the language)
Fi heavy INTJ, SlitherClaw (40/60 split)
On the other side of the ocean however, there is this husk of a man, whose existence, mine is contingent upon.
I know of him. I've seen him. But I don't know him.
My sense of manhood, fatherhood, brotherhood even, is fully constructed based on images, imagery, and letters.
Sure, I had peers with fathers, but I wasn't there when they got reprimanded, or taught about life, neither through sermon, nor by example. I was there to hang with the boys (and later a lot of girls.. I dunno), and I went home, alone.