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Isn't "ctrl + c --> ctrl + v" wonderful?

As of late, I've found it hard to determine whether the art I'm looking at is either a flat-chested female or a femboy. And as it turns out, it's usually the latter nowadays. Sadness is how I feel.

You clicked on this. That's great.

So I wrote this journal.

What I like: Futa who isn't afraid to be bottom.
What I love: Futa who prefers to be bottom.

Hey, Journal. Record this plz.

I could go for a food right now. Just one tho. Maybe another if I'm feeling daring. Hold on, let me cheque my watch... Watch chequed, it turns out I am feeling daring enough, so I shall comsume a secondary food alongside the first food to satiate my need for food. That is all. Good day.
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...Holy fuck, I'm glad that's over with. These dumbasses have no idea what the fuck I'm saying and- Wait. Is it still recording?! Fucking turn off, Journal! Turn-

The more I see it, the more I realize how much I really hate it.

1. Futa (Preferably herms)
2. Futas as bottoms
3. Muscular females/futas
4. Futa autofellatio
5. Submissive futas

...I now realize that it's primarily futa-related stuff but it's pretty clear as to what I like.

A muscular futa who's a sub and a bottom. Truly, a wonderful sight.

*Shrug*

For some reason, whenever I see this on someone's profile, it always makes me a bit uneasy, especially if it's a really high number, like around a year.

Even if it's someone I don't know, seeing this just makes me uneasy. Like, why haven't they been online in such a long time? Did something terrible happen to them? Did they just forget about it? Will they ever come back?

I can't help but worry about someone whom I've never met. I have someone like this on my Steam friend's list. As of right now, they haven't been online for 540 days. I don't really know them at all, I just played a game of L4D2 with them and they wanted to add me and I accepted. Despite knowing pretty much nothing about them, I can't help but feel anxious about why they haven't been online for so long.

I'm both bored and tired so I'm gonna share a story about meself.

It all happened around the age of 10 (I don't quite remember the exact age but it was around there). During this time, I recall that we had a laptop circulating around our house. A green laptop, I recall. It was my mom's at first, she got bored of it I guess, so she gave to my sister. My sister got bored of it and gave it to one of my brothers, and then finally it ended up with me.

At this time, I had no idea about the internet. So I was just sitting there, staring at the desktop thinking of what to do on this thing. So I began browsing around the files on the laptop because why not. I eventually found the "My Pictures" file that was where all of the default background desktop pictures were located.

I browsed around there for a bit, looking at all of the pictures, until I found a file with the default file name: "untitled folder" or something along those lines. I was curious and opened it. I was taken by surprise to find pictures of some random naked women. I recall that they weren't just any random women, because the pictures were too professional. Probably some porn stars of some kind. But it was some naked women regardless.

I remember eventually finding out about the internet and going on Google to look at "naked women" pictures. I was far too innocent for this stuff... I began looking at porn more regularly and it soon just became a thing. I remember once that in a attempt to have some porn on-the-go, I printed some pictures and hid them in my room. They lasted for a week or two before I got too nervous about someone finding out and got rid of them.

Once, my mom forced me and one of my brothers to go to Sunday school. Learn about that guy in the clouds and how I should pray to him every day. Look, I'm not particularly religious, but I respect if someone else is. Anyways, I remember that I wasn't really about it, nor was my brother. They had snacks, so that was nice. But one thing we eventually had to before Sunday school ended was to confess to a priest. My brother went in before me and once he was done, it was my turn. He asked me if there was anything I wanted to confess. I somewhat wanted to tell him about my porn addiction, but I decided against it and just told him that I swore sometimes.

I did get caught looking at it a few times while I was younger. Strangely enough, no one really batted an eye at it. I recall once that my brother caught me playing a porn game and he just shrugged and said it's part of growing up. He then walked away, but I felt too uncomfortable afterwards and stopped playing that game, knowing that my brother just caught me playing it.

Over time, my addiction to porn was just became a regular thing. I wouldn't really call it an addiction anymore, but more of just a thing now. Would I say that porn ruined my childhood? No. I still enjoyed the things a kid does. There was just an added wrench thrown into the gears. That wrench being porn. I mean, to be perfectly honest, I would've stumbled upon porn eventually. It just seems inevitable in hindsight.

I just felt like making a journal for no apparent reason. Haven't made one in like a week, so why not.

It still feels weird to me that I have followers on any platform. I have 10 here and 15 on Twitter. Yes, most of these follows are likely just mutual follows and nothing more, but it still feels strange to have people follow my accounts regardless. I feel as though these follows are...misplaced. Like, why should anyone follow me? I don't do anything in particular that warrants them. I don't post art, I don't post witty banter, I do anything that's deserved of followers.

Artist: It's fair.
Me: Wait.
*Converts their currency to CAD*
Me: Welp...

'Tis the life of using CAD.

Me: Oh, is she pregnant? Cum inflated? I'm down with tha-
Vore.
Me: ...I've suddenly lost interest.

I wonder if anyone has judged me based on my fetishy preferences journal that I link at my journal footer. When I made that, I never intended to sound judgey or critical of other fetishes. I figured I should give my honest opinions about the various fetishes I included on the list, whether they be positive or negative. I'll occasionally look through it and re-word or re-organize them, just to keep them up-to-date.

I'm a very honest person (mainly because I worry what would happen if my lie would be too obvious and someone were to point it out), so I try to lie as little as possible. If it's something trivial, I don't think anything bad would happen if I told a white lie, but I still like to be honest regardless. The same goes for my preferences journal. I gave only truths on it; being as blatant as I could of what I like and dislike as I can.

I suppose even if someone did judge me based on that journal that it really wouldn't matter in the slightest. I mean, how in the hell would I know if someone did unless they just straight-up told me? And even if they did, why should something like that concern me in the slightest? I wouldn't really judge anyone else based on their sexual preferences, so why would anyone judge me? ... ... ...I guess if someone had "snuff" as one of their favourites, I may distance myself from them. Depending on how dedicated they were to it... ... ... ...*eugh*...

...What's the point of this journal? I don't even know. I just thought about this and wanted to write about it. I guess that applies to pretty much every journal I make.

I like boobs.

Heh.

...Why?

I fail to see how "Dickgirl", "Cuntboy", "Herm" etc, are slurs.

Sometimes when I happen upon someone's profile they'll have these words listed as slurs. Am I a bad guy for not seeing these as slurs? I don't really consider myself as someone who gets offended easily. You could make joke about my race and if the joke was genuinely funny, I'll probably laugh too. Or if you say something about how I don't have a father, I'll agree. He was an asshole (Or so I'm told).

Anyways, I just fail to see these words as slurs.

Artist: Kills a character
Fans: Noooo...!
Artist: What's wrong with you people?

(Submissive futas)

Compared to futadom, futasub is rather rare. It's like a 90/10 split from what I see. It's a shame too since it's one of, if not my most favourite fetish.

Could really go for a food right now. Maybe 2 foods. Maybe.

Nice.

Whenever I see an OC with big ol' boobs referred to as male, I always have to do a double-take. Is there anything wrong with it? No. But it always throws my brain for a loop.

Netorare/cuckolding is one the worst fetishes.