Post creepy porn, get offended when people make creepy comments.

... Is so simple even someone with no experience in composing music can come up with a melody:

♫ wigwigwigwig BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW wahh wahhhwhahwah wahhh wahh BOW BOWBOWBOW BOW nugh nugh wizzle-e-wizzle BOW BOW BOW BOW BOW NEAW NEAW NEAW BOW BOWBOWBOWBOWBOWBOW zizgzighzg kizzz-kwo ♪

-Vlad

... only exist within your skull.

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Music: Weird Al
Food: Spam
Dog: Dachshund
Lawn: Pink flamingos
Video game: Silent Hunter IV
Ice cream: Anything clown-colored w/ bubblegum
Decor: Urban Outfitters
Car: Crossovers
Clothes: Necktie
Sentiment: Smug intellectual superiority
Television: Cops
Fetish: Furry
Anime: FLCL (Furi Kuri)
Photography: Electrical infrastructure
Decade: The 70's
Kitsch: Russian nesting dolls
Love to hate: British Monarchy
Candy: Cotton
Emoticon: :3
Gender: Androgyny
Sport: Motocross
Would Totally Fuck: Thom Yorke
Girl Drink: Piña colada
Man Drink: Vermouth
Body part: Butthole
Role: Pierce Brosnan as James Bond
Subculture: Hipster
Electronics: Obsolete
Coffee: Starbucks

-Vlad

I'm a pretty sex-positive individual. But I have a few problems with some of the kinks out there. Call me a wailing & blubbering pussy, but I have difficulty with fetishes where some of the thrill comes in the infliction of harm. Things like rape, sadism, hybristophilia, snuff, vore, crushing, et cetera. Feeling pleasure at the suffering of another being; It is beyond comprehension. These things just make me sad.

And yes, I realize there is a difference between actually going out for a thrill-kill and just pulling it to a picture. But that is still deriving pleasure to the idea and what it represents. It just comes off as cold-hearted and... evil.

-Vlad

There is acupuncture for rats, but the treatment produces no difference relative to placebo in curing rat-depression.

If I have hurt or harmed anyone, knowingly or unknowingly, I ask for their forgiveness
If anyone has hurt or harmed me, knowingly or unknowingly, I forgive them
For all the ways I have hurt or harmed myself, knowingly or unknowingly, I offer forgiveness

I've decided to stop doing this. It's completely stupid.

To clarify, yes I like it. I find SRP pretty much the most pleasurable form of masturbation. But it requires such an intense investment that I've realized it is not worth my time. It takes loads of time to find someone who is competent, its a gamble to proposition them, it takes loads of time to do the act, and at the end there is nothing to show for it except gooey hands. All throughout this, the other person is liable to become bored or have to leave. In the consecutive amount of time I have consumed with SRP I could have cured cancer or something.

I've realized that, to me, SRP is the crux of two very unwholesome activities. Not unwholesome in the judeo-christian guilt ridden morality manner, but unwholesome in the unproductive and futile manner. It invokes attachment and guarding. In striving for the transient pleasure I became attached to the activity as if it would make me permanently happy. Within the attachment I wanted to guard it while I had it, and felt profound loss when it was inevitably interrupted.

I'll keep my fappin' to murry furpron. Much shorter and it still plays to my kinky side - who knows, now maybe I'll actually get around to curing caner with all this free time.

-Vlad

ATTENTION:

Wearing a fedora, homburg, porkpike, bowler, or trilby is not cruise control for cool. You can't simply slap one on your greasy brow, wipe off your hands, and give up there. No, wearing a fedora (or any other hat other than the baseball or hard variety) in a t-shirt and jeans will not at all help you score with the ladies/boys. In the interest of helping people not make fools of themselves, I've compiled a checklist for fedora usage. If you cannot x off all of the following criteria, please refrain on wearing your favored headgear to whatever Brony convention you are contemplating on attending:

[] - Have you cleaned your brow of grease?
[] - Are you wearing a button-up collared shirt?
[] - Are you not wearing blue jeans?
[] - Do you own dress shoes?
[] - Are your socks any color but white?
[] - Do your clothes (including the hat in question) fit?
[] - Are you older than 19?
[] - Have you shaved, or at least trimmed, your facial hair?
[] - Does the year start with the digits '19' and end with any number ranging between 00-55?

If you attempt to wear a fedora without x-ing off this entire list, you are most definitely advertising to the world that you have aspergers syndrome and should be avoided for this reason. Put the hat down and play to your strengths: rub some dirt on your shirt, rip your jeans a little more, and spitshine that con badge.

-A (mostly) joking Vlad

Deleted submissions are ruining my once-perfect favorite list.

TLDR alert:

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All my life I've had difficulty with intimacy. If I'm not pushing people away, I'm overbearing and demanding. A while ago these problems went into a remission of sorts, as I had decided to reject the notion of intimacy as something that works for me. I resigned myself to not being capable of having a truly intimate relationship, so I stopped worrying about it. Romance and intimacy fell off my list of priorities. I started keeping people far enough so they will not get close to me, but close enough so my needs for human interaction were met. Call it a collegial form of friendship.

But I've come to the realization that this too will not work. Having started an investigation into the nature of love I have discovered that it is very much something I want in my life. So far I have reached no solid conclusions but the endeavor has bore some fruit:

Part of my regular meditation regimen is metta. The objective of this practice is to foster love and compassion for the self and all other beings. Sounds good, right? What could be better than boundless love and compassion? The thing is, I find this practice extremely painful, both physically and psychologically. When I establish meditiative concentration it feels like someone has dug hooks into both sides of my ribcage and is ripping it apart. Although I am focusing my concentration on what's good in all beings, I am filled with a profound sadness when I engage in this practice.

What could this mean? My teacher discourages drawing inferences from experience, but as a psychology student that is kind of my thing. I reckon that it has something to do with how I've entrenched this belief in my psyche that I'm habitually incapable of being loved by other beings due to some personal defect or deficiency; that it's my lot in life to give love but not receive it. When formally espoused it does sound like a silly and illogical notion - but this has to do with feelings, not logic. Nevertheless, the notion must be challenged - both with logic and experience, repeatedly, until it dies within my mind, kicking and screaming.

The path forward is quite simple: I shall continue my investigation, continue gathering data, continue putting myself out there, continue stepping outside of my comfort zone, continue opening up to people, and most importantly, persist in my commitment to personal development.

"Whether gods or demons arise, be ye not moved."

I love you all,
-Vlad

May all beings be well and happy
May all beings be free from fear and suffering

... to realize that pot is fucking boring.

... And share my IM addresses

MSN: battybat[at]live.ca
AIM: battybits[at]gmail.com
Gtalk: battybits[at]gmail.com

If you have any difficulty adding me send me a note.

-Vlad

Today, before going to bed, take some time to cultivate self-love. Sit in a quite place where you will not be annoyed, close your eyes, and clear your mind of discursive thought. After this is done, think about something you have said or done to another that was kind or good. If you cannot think of anything, think about a facet of yourself that you like; a personal strength or unique ability. If you cannot find anything, think about how you desire happiness and how right and beautiful that is. Do not be disheartened if you distract yourself - simply make note of it and return to the exercise. Try to do this for at least 10 minutes, but doing it longer certainly will not hurt.

Every human being is beautiful, perfect, and worthy of the utmost esteem, but sometimes it is hard to recognize this in ourselves. Nevertheless, loving yourself is imperative. Feeling loved by others is impossible without feeling love for yourself.

-Vlad

... was a fucking genius.

Your identity is what lies between your ears, not what's between your legs. Stop taking your bodies so seriously; it is only a vehicle for the mind. Stop taking gender so seriously; it is only a social construction, made in the minds of people. Your gender is not who you are, it is only an internalization of how others label you. You are not woman or man, you are you.

This categorization causes needless suffering. Do not be part of the force that mistakes it for reality.

-Vlad

How great is it that life is meaningless? I am free to construct a meaning for myself!

-Vlad

... but also failing.

I'm not a good person, I'm not a bad person. Like everyone else I fall somewhere in the middle.

Just today I made a fool out of myself on someone else's journal. I'm not going to get deep into it, but basically I was being a huge dick. They were good enough to take it in stride and for that I am thankful. But their reaction is not why I feel bad about myself. I feel bad about myself because I have failed myself by not living up to my intentions of being a compassionate human being.

I need to meditate more and be more mindful of what I am doing while I am doing it. I apologize to anyone I have transgressed upon.

-Vlad

A recent string of thoughts has been going on in my head: Being a furry with no artistic talent is hard.

Why? Because one cannot be furry alone. Being furry is a group activity. The fursona is something that is created by the self but can only be validated by the other. So, in order to receive validation and hence get anything out of furrydom, one must make friends (or at very least accrue watchers).

The fastest and most direct way to make furry friends is to produce furry content. However, I cannot produce content - I can only pay for it. This presents a series of difficulties, the first being that I'm a poor student with interests beyond furry, the second being that finding a reliable artist to commission can some times be difficult.

My past journals usually go somewhere and make a point. What's the point here, you may ask? Nothing, I'm just being a whiny baby.

Just so I don't get people misunderstanding me, I'll use this post to preempt a few objections you may have:

-Q: Why don't you learn to draw?
-A: Because drawing is something that takes years of constant practice to get good at. My intrinsic interests lie elsewhere and I'm not going to dedicate that time just so I can be popufur, as nice as that may be.

-Q: Surely you may have some talent? Everyone has something they are good at. Just post that.
-A: yes I do. I do photography quite avidly. However photographers are dime-a-dozen because photography is a technical art. Furthermore, if any of my photography had any relevance to furry I'd post it, but it doesn't. I also am talented at expository writing, but nobody wants to read a wall of text when there is lovely fuzzbutt to jack off to.

-Q: Why do you hate artists because they are popular? UMAD? JELLY?
-A: If this is your question, you misunderstand the nature of my gripe. I love artists and everything they do. I have no problem with people who are popular because popularity often the result of hard work and dedication. I admire that.


-Vlad

... is all about sex. Don't even fucking try to deny it.

I'll expound on this claim fully in a rigorous and organized fashion later, but for now I'll give you a small taste:

I've talked to many furries and extracted a fair amount of "origin stories." A great deal of them are surprisingly similar. Thus, henceforth, I'll refer to the developmental process of furry in absolute terms (actually, this is just because I'm a lazy fucker). Interest in talking animals is something that develops at a very young age with the watching of cartoons. These human-like creatures become objects of intense interest as they entertain and amuse the child observer. Eventually, the credulous youngsters, observing these animals, will come to experience feelings of psychological arousal upon seeing them. This occurs as a result of the pleasant associations between amusement and these animals that is formed through repeated conditioning. Eventually, through the course of repeated observation, these animals are thrust into a sexual situation (think Bugs Bunny in drag duping Elmer Fud or Pepé Le Pew fawning over the reluctant cat). The pleasant associations that cartoon animals have grow to include these situations...

... And through conditioning, ever repeated, the the furry archetype is created within the individual...

... Then, it is all forgotten. Children mature and grow tired of the cartoons. They move on and this archetype goes into a kind of dormancy - but it is not lost; it remains within the personality to be awoken again in the future, most likely by an innocent Google search during the development of adult sexuality (12-15 years of age). The sexual node of the furry archetype schema is activated, and this activation spreads to all the other pleasant emotions associated with it. Because this form of sexual expression has all those warm fuzzy childhood feelings that go along with it, which are solidified and static, it is more pleasurable than the adult sexuality that is still under development and fluid. Therefore, the young furry in development goes with it and follows up, until seeking furry stimuli until the activity becomes habitual. As adolescence progresses the associations are strengthened and reinforced though self-stimulation and the feedback that ensues (masturbation)...

... this, however is NOT mature sexuality. It is child-like: innocent, naïve, and feeble. The demands of reality and social life require generative sexuality, so one is developed along side the furry sexuality. But I digress...

Up until this point, furrydom was elective. However, in the course of development the person finally hits a stumbling block at around 17-21. There is a serious transition in the process of psychosocial development one has to contend with: the transition from identity formation to the identification of love-objects... This is where my theory starts to become unclear. I'll need to conduct more interviews to pin it down. However I strongly suspect that the furry archetype is used in the resolution of this transitional crisis. It is hard to believe that all the energy put into developing a furry sexuality, self, and identity wouldn't be invested here; so lets just lazily assume it is (for now, at least). From that point on, the furry identity is forever solidified and sealed as part of the individual, intrinsic to their being and how they understand their history and sexual desires.

TLDR: you're a bunch of sexually immature man-children who strive relive the uncomplicated pleasures of childhood with every passing yiff. Good luck having children!

-Vlad


_{P.S. If you would like to help me develop my understanding of fursonality feel free to IM me with your origin story and its subsequent development.}

I'd fill one of these out if anybody gave a fuck.

If I find out any of you fuckers are doing this some shit's gonna go down.