Welcome one and all to my meat room! Or, a blog if you want to get technical. But this is much more fun in my opinion.
Anyway, enough of that, it's time for intoductions. My name is Dakota, or Kota, whichever you please. I like a lot of things despite my parents' opinions. And most of all, I like talking about the things I like. So expect long rambles about the topic of the day. I'll pop in from time to time for a new entry. 'Specially if something interesting has happended. Whcih is kind of hard to come by in my opinion, haha.
I may say some weird things sometimes, and most of my entries are mostly inchoherent (as seen on my Spacehey). For that I apologize. I am not the best at articulating my words. My hand written works are incomprehensible, in material and the writing itself... Thankfully it isn't as dreadful on laptop. Thank the gods for that.
NOTICE: YOU MAY HAVE TO HIGHLIGHT TO READ THIS, MY BAD.
Catch you all later,
Dakota
I really wish I had a relationship. To draw them, talk to them, hang out, play games, hold them in my arms. But in the past my exes haven’t really understood me. Whether that be not accepting me fully as a guy, or fetishizing my trans identity. It’s frustrating to say the least. I wish I was with someone like me, someone who can understand what it feels like to be dysphoric. And not just console me by telling me to just “love my body as is”. I wish I has someone that didn’t do all of that bullshit, then I’d love them to the end of the world and back.
Maybe this stems from me craving validation for my identity, or maybe it’s all some elaborate fetish. I haven’t got a clue. Love is a strange thing, one that I may never fully understand. Whatever it is, I’d kill for it.
As cheesy as it sounds, I hope you all find love,
Dakota
Necrophillia is something I fanitizied about for a bit. However I really didn't dewl on it much since I was just being edgy. I've come back to reflect on it now a few years later.
I think in concept its very plesent, in a romantic sense of course. I'm not a freak. It's a relationship without judgement from the other party. And you could be free to express yourself truely to someone who will never ever judge you. Its something everybody craves, especially in this day and age where the internet has taught us to scrutinize everything about everyone. As someone admitidly prone to his feelings getting hurt, I desprately desire acceptance.
However, the other party is dead (obviously). And such cannot really feel anything at all. Honestly, I could replace a dead body for a body pillow. But I suppose the reason I'd prefer a dead person is because it feels more genuine? Like they're reallly alive and there with me. If it were a body pillow, I'd have to have my head really far up my ass to delude myself into thinking that I really do love a pillow. (Sorry objectums... and anime nerds... but that's just me personally)
Sigh... I think I need some more thinking time about this, I may make a follow up with more of my thoughts. Or not. Who knows.
It's grave digging time,
Dakota
