Being asexual and hypersexual at the same time is.. difficult.

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Being asexual and hypersexual at the same time is.. difficult.
Recently found a few beautiful pictures with Bagoas.
(Now I feel much better about my hips :3)
The link to the artist's DeviantArt:
OVERPROTECTIVE BULIWYF EVERYONE!
I want to study in an old-fashioned same-sex bordering school so badly.
To be a part of this closed circle, to follow different rules (and break them sometimes).
To be surrounded with this scent of ancientry, antiquity.
To wear the uniform or clothes that'd fit.
To experience undescribable homoerotic tension, of course.
To walk in theatres and museums and learn more and more about history and create my own worlds.
To write poetry in my diary with a fountain pen.
Or.
To have a tutor.
One person for me only. Is it egoistical? Maybe.
I love attention! I want attention, I need attention!
There is no theatre without the audience! And no royalty without their courtiers and courtesans! I demand courtesans!
*stomps their foot capriciously*
A tutor is a person who cares about me. Loves me and teaches me everything. And after our lessons we'd go outside and walk to the fair! And they'd buy me pastries or something else because I did so great and because they love me so much!
*sighs*
i want to give this bull a smoochie on his forehead. and maybe cuddle a little.
bulls always look so smoochable! and bears.
going to make a few ocs, then.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Since my early childhood (the day I began to walk without support) I felt envy.
Envious that others have something better, something more.
Envious that I should share my toys with others because otherwise "I'm greedy".
Envious that I should always say "yes" to everyone because otherwise "I'm bad".
Envious that I can't allow myself be capricious and needy and flirty because otherwise "I'm dumb".
Also envy was one of the strongest drivers of my progress in art.
Somebody draws better than me? Nonsense! I'm going to draw it better! Because I am better!
(especially if this person is younger than me)
UPD: I've been told that it can be a symptom of NPD.
what do you mean..
w a i t
People online think I'm faking because I don't want to get through any surgeries or other medical treatment to change my body, to make it more appealing to them.
But the truth is that only I can tell what I feel like on the inside.
I am a girl and a boy.
I'm not talking about intersex, intersex doesn't mean "having both female and male genitalia at the same time".
I am not an intersex myself (as far as I know, since I simply have no possibility to go through medical examination currently).
I'm talking about gender.
Bigender, maybe multigender, maybe pangender, maybe agender, genderfluid, etc.
Labels are confusing, labels make us doubt everything.
My appearance? It was given me by nature. By my ancestors that fought in battles so I could live and be happy.
And I'm not going to change a single thing in my body (except only cases when there's a threat to my health).
My face? It doesn't make me worse for looking differently.
My body? A transport for my soul. Of course, we can tune our transports to mold them to our own understanding of beauty. If we want to.
So I'm going to live and thrive, and be happy no matter what others would do to hurt me.
Also I have a soft tummy.