Watching men!

Watching men, both as the objects of my passion, and the brothers on planet Earth…. For there are only sisters-the women and men- the brothers. By the way, I'm really looking forward to robots and aliens, I'm guessing they'll have their feelings and genius) By the way, would you have sex with a robot or an alien? I'd love to, if it was pleasant and not painful) Things are simple for me)

I've noticed that women, not all of them, of course, based on my own experience, they teach girls to pay too much attention to a man and to simple matters, and girls are taught to express their passion in a different way, or they are not allowed to do so at all. Passion means a hobby or interest, desire for something. You have to be "of some type."

So, I can assume, such a proper girl starts focusing on her sexual energy because healthy sexual energy and creativity and art are one and the same. It is also one of the most vivid feelings that appear the very first in a person. This is the essence of passion, the desire to create. As far as I understand, at the physiological level, from different hormones and neurons, everything arises in one place, after that the brain itself defines the distribution of energy, the desire for sex, whether to fall in love with a guy, or to devote ourselves to creativity. In my unique case, I directed this energy not into endless fucking, I made my body an instrument of naked art, I made the moment of sex or sexuality a game for the viewer and my personal self-expression.

I always wanted to dance, sing, make music, everything is simple for me) BUT I was forced to read books that were not interesting for me, like endless classics, which were not interesting for me at all. And the "stalker" or other science fiction novels were not allowed to me. Everything was supposed to be useful, as if I was not a living person, but some fucking kind of a supermarket, you know this thing, yeah, with salads and compotes, everything should make use and money))

And I always envied man's passion for something: I wanted to hang out with skaters, although I didn’t give a fuck about them, but I wanted to ride a skateboard, and I was watching them skating, sitting on Samara Square, and they tried to kiss me... And that moment of substitution, as if you love a person's passion for something, because you were not allowed to be like that.

I don't want to focus so much on gender, I think that similar things happen with men too. For them, this is generally an integral part, the desire for someone's pleasant pussy) I can assume that somewhere, there are guys, sitting, sadly thinking, “Oh, damn, why the hell I got married, built a family and suffer now, 'cause all I wanted was to ride a skateboard")

With time, you learn to build both a family and yourself.

We are taught something that we do not want, things we are not interested in. Or, in our free time, you have to be a nanny or a cleaner, but going into a world free from parental punishment, we find other punishers for ourselves, not consciously, thereby we are filling this very emptiness, into which we were not allowed to put ourselves, with the things we are not interested in instead .

But what is Onlyfans, a mutually beneficial relationship?) Built on the same satisfying of others and covered by Art? Or is it a new Art, an inner desire to undress, yo!

We will try to figure it out together)

Can it be called an introduction too? Probably so)

Pulling myself out bit by bit because it is so necessary, because, unraveling the tangle of feelings for you, I do it for myself. It's like a dance, where you are dancing for people, enjoying it yourself!

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