The past year has been an interesting time for me. I feel so held back, yet at the same time, I feel more alive than ever. But if there is one aspect of my wolfy existence that has certainly begun to come to fruition, it's art! For the longest time I simply had nothing to post on this account at all. Then, it was a few sparse drawings here and there over the years, most of which I felt didn't pass the bar to be representative of myself to a public viewer.

Today I am happy to say I have finally uploaded two pieces that - in some small capacity - really, truly show me as... well, me!
Valian Amator, lovewolf!
Of course, there is still a loooong way to go in showing *all* the sides of me. The scholarly, the philosophical, the loving, the striving, the artistic, the musical... that's not even to mention all the many, many kinks I have yet to have art of. One day, I hope, I will be able to unfold my heart for the world to see. Today is not that day, but it is a big step on that path.

Carpe diem, they say, pluck the day as it is ripe! Enjoy life, that thing that clings and climbs higher against all odds! I have, I do, and should I have my choice in the matter, I always will. Stay strong! 💜

A Pet Peeve of Mine

Across the many fetish stories that I have read involving inflatables, I have noticed an unfortunate trend. A large number of authors do not seem to understand that pooltoys are not made of rubber. (They are, in reality, made of PVC, more commonly referred to as "vinyl".) It is even more irksome when they treat the character as if they are made of vinyl (i.e., they have the correct material properties), yet call it "rubber", or even worse, vice versa.

I believe that this type of issue may actually be a more universal one, but it is especially evident here and in other inflatable-related fetishes. The issue, centrally, is that these authors appear to have an incomplete understanding of the subject of their fetish. This to me seems odd, but perhaps that's just because it's me; I'm willing to bet most balloon fetishists do not care about the exact equations behind the alluring squishiness or the appealing shine of our beloved balloons. I, for one, however, do. I feel that having a more complete understanding of the subject of fetishism allows building more complete mental models, which is a very nice thing to have in general, especially when reading or writing stories.

I tend to learn things very deeply, which is something that has definitely extended into the way I work with my kinks. I can't say I know how most people think about this subject, but when I visualize one of the many odd things I find arousing, such as the waves rippling across a fat, round belly that has been slapped, or the squishing of a gigantic balloon as one lays upon it, the image is simply riddled with the calculus that defines it. (Not literally, of course; that would sort of defeat the point of visualizing them in the first place. It would be pretty funny, though. "Move over, differential equations, you're in the way!") The fetishized objects, in my mind, are inextricably linked with what exactly defines them and their motions.

Of course, that is simply my view on things. But it makes it very difficult for me to imagine how someone could make these egregious errors with regards to something that turns them on. Sexual pleasure is a very powerful motivator, and I would think that any possible dissonance would be removed as quickly as possible so as to allow for more pleasure, and less distraction by errors. But what do I know? Perhaps some people are fine with that.

Wow, this really became an essay, didn't it?

TL;DR I don't like it when people mix up latex and vinyl in their inflatable fetish stories, wah wah wah stop being wrong.

Just made a new avatar. It's a trace of my previous one.