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Clarification here
This is not an nsft blog nor will it become one. It might get sensual at most but not anything beyond a neck kiss.
While it is a sfw blog, IF you are a minor and horny post, DNI. I am a dude in my twenties, I feel weird as shit seeing that in my notes.
In general, I'm pretty sex repulsed (at least right now), so I'd prefer all nsft blogs dni, but that's a big ask.
I talk about biting but not in a pup way. I am also not a kink blog. This is just me yearning.
also, very off topic for this blog, but my therapist said i was a really good writer and i fear my ego is going to blow up and i am about to be REALLY annoying
for the first time in my life i actually have zero romantic desire and actually just feel fulfilled by watching dan and phil in some parasocial craze and guys its actually peak
We literally could have had our Dan and Phil moment and I went and ruined it by dating some fuck ass girl
I remember closing my eyes at night and imagine you kissing me in your car. And that it would keep happening that way. Just unspoken, but we did it.
I miss having a crush on this dude like it was just so fun. My most recent one was aching and painful but with him it was the kicking your feet in the hair and giggling. I love both of them, the feelings are fun, but his was easy and admittedly, a little nostalgic so I miss it
hey can you come over and surgically remove this heavy, aching rot from my heart? we can watch a movie afterwards
if we ever did get to a point where it could happen, heres the thing.
you're too pussy to make a move and im too pussy to even admit that i like you. so i fear nothing would happen anyways
its also just, so fucking funny, how all of the art i did make, and that i was proud of over the last few years was all gay. not even in like a way like how when i was 13 i was only capable of drawing gay men because thats where my skill level stopped (aka, i didnt know how to draw women). if i wanted to draw boobs, i could now. and i did maybe.. three times?
but im not talking about when i was specifically drawing my partner in an anatomically purposeful way. im talking about when i felt those incredibly rare small bursts of creativity. usually i was drunk, admittedly. but sometimes i wasnt. either way, when they would happen, again, it was always gay. whether it was sketches or stories.
i drew man after man in my journals and sketchbooks. my stories grew meat and substance when i channeled the sickening feeling of gay loss into it.
she didnt inspire art, or anything within me those years. you did. and yeah, maybe im shitty for that. but in all fairness, i didnt know thats what i felt. all i knew was that i missed you. i wrote it over and over in my journals. youre sprinkled in the art i made and that i still make. im so sorry, youre my muse
im thinking about it again. not in a critical, debilitating way. just art. and i want to write.
im just thinking about how incredible, how comedic it is that i had a three year long artistic dry spell. the last song i wrote, and i mean really wrote, not just a vague concept, was four years ago. then you texted me, and i felt like i was 18 again. i felt like i did when i was standing in an auditorium and he came inside and i got so flustered i fell to my knees into a chair. and when he hugged me and i stopped breathing. and when there was a full choir in front of me that i was recording but i looked at him all night.
and it was so confusing. it was so confusing because i didnt love you... i loved her. i was marrying her. but you texted me and infected me and the feeling suffocated me so for the first time in years i couldnt do anything but write. create something. so i wrote a poem. and i loved this poem. i read it over and over and over.
then i wasnt loving her. that was over. and one night, i just felt weak. the feelings took over again except this time everything was in full color. oversaturated like a 2020 instagram account. a week later, i picked up my guitar and the words just fell out. no thought, just naturally, like my hands and mouth just knew. i wrote a song in one night, one hour, after years of nothing.
and it didnt stop. lyrics came to me on walks, on busses, in grocery stores, and morning commutes. everywhere.
youre not my lover. i know that. and i cant even say i love you, cause i feel like it would be a lie. but you are my muse. can you be that?
Okay but when Dan acknowledged the entire subsection of the phandom that is transmasc and into pup play I did not expect to be seen like that during a random Monday commute in 2026 by 12 year old me’s hyperfixation
can we PLEASE just watch some old disney cartoons and eat cereal on the floor. thats it. ill put down a blanket and pillows so your boney butt wont hurt.
Okay maybe I lied maybe I do want a head pat and a kiss on the forehead and to be told I'm doing a really good job.
this one isnt as artsy or poetic anytime i feel anything for you it feels like i over flossed so my gums are raw and then i held mouthwash in my mouth for five seconds too long. its specific but it burns so good. then once i spit it out it still stings and i sit with it for a second because it hurts so good. its like that. liking you hurts so good.
You can come over and we can stay in cosy bed
I need you like I need like I need a nice Diet Coke on a hard day. I don’t actually need you. I’ll survive without you, but I don’t want to. I don’t want to go my day without you. You make it better. You make it easier. I won’t die without you, but you make it all better. You make it feel like it’s all worth it. I want you.
I thought I was kind of getting over it. Like you were fizzling out in my mind. Then you reached out again and I smiled so wide my eyes couldn’t stop squinting. My heart jumped and if I were a dog my tail would be wagging and I’d be jumping in circles
When I see you, when you’re here, I feel so weak. And I love it.
