Encomenda De Bowluigi

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occasionally I am struck dumb by the sublime beauty of the world in the small moments, you know?

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The pure eroticism of an Ace Bandage is not fully taken advantage of, I feel. The implications are clear.

Barely covering scarred skin, vulnerable flesh, a package to be unwrapped but also a rough texture made to protect them. The elastic and cotton arguing over it's texture pulled just barely not taut by skilled and gentle hands. To apply it is sex. To allow it to be applied is sex, to peel it away is sex, to reveal yourself as healed or still damaged is sex.

autism disphoria, where you're having such good fun at an event but when you see picture of yourself you were just :| the whole damn fucking time (as illustrated below)

being aromantic and into whump is like. shoutout to whump for being a great opportunity to engage with stories about intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. what would i do without you.

Not exactly the best at using this site, but hey, here's a small introduction, which'll be a decent start to the portion of this blog which is just a diary.

I'm going by Jason on this blog, this name, like most info I'll share, is edited to protect my anonymity. As long as it isn't my identity, I'll try to keep as honest and consistent as possible, so please let me know if I contradict myself.

I'm, as far as I've been able to determine, Ace/Aro, I work in a dead end Corpo job, I read webnovels and play pornographic games, and tend to heavily prefer content focused around people with Phalluses or who are left ambiguous enough that I may imagine they do.

Due to the nature of my interests, I find myself having to tactfully ignore the, at times, tasteless terminology used by the game's creators and user base. As you may imagine, not all pornographers are terribly respectful of their target demo. I'll say here, once and only once, that I do not bide by the schools of thought of such individuals.

So yeah, that's the intro post. There will be more of these, I'm sure. And to the three people I had to follow for tumblr to let me customize my blog, sorry for looking like a bot, lol.

The question of 'is it something you like or does it just replace something you don't?' haunts every single one of my preferences and opinions.

Source - Jephhh

(Artist's AD Twitter)

He's just pure sunshine in bovine form~

(no wonder his boyfriend is a cat!)

Y'know, I don't think I appreciate my folks enough. I have never had an S/O and, unless some of that fluidity hits me in the next few years, prolly will not ever. And it occured to me about a week ago, that not once have I been asked?

Like, there was teasing, obviously, but other than a few confused bites at the apple I had when I was real small, I never brought home news of the warfront and they didn't ask.

To be fair, should they have been more involved, probably, but in terms of identity, it's weird to tell someone 'thanks for never giving a shit enough to hound me about something outside of my control.'

When I told my father how I was grateful, he said "...do you want me to ask?" Because parents totally listen like normal people, but hey, he's trying.

I feel like if I were getting hounded to get out there and find someone, I'd have gotten into a lot of bad relationships and would be much the worse for wear. Sometimes treating someone as normal is support, y'know?