People

What, if..?

Nora just a…robot? I think about that. Why she can’t something like bot, similar to ChatGPT or something else? Her some answers saw me, that this or very non emphatic person, that not interesting photos of something, that make person with that she’s speaking, or…very-very business woman, that have some other interests, and not like speaking about art or creativity.

And…i wrote this without translator. I think, this text have many…ugh…problems?  Mistakes? Not that word that i want to say… 🙂

“I am not the enemy, my touch can be so tender”

Well. The person I’m talking to isn’t a bot and isn’t trying to kill me. That’s an achievement, I think.

What am I betting on? Yes, a random person found me on Telegram, but in general, this is the main goal. That is, she needs a temporary interlocutor. Then, when the time comes and she becomes uninterested – she will simply disappear somewhere, just as she appeared. That is, you should not look for any deeper motives for all this.

I was once the same person myself, so karma caught up with me. However, let it be as it is. I thought about stopping communicating, but if you throw away the people that life sends you every time – it will stop sending at least someone. I really appreciate those who appreciate me, because they are the ones “I have”. I love Monch, who subscribed to me here, I love Aaron from New Zealand. Because these are people I feel. But I know that this person is most likely very temporary. However… it is her choice and her right. It is not my fault.

Somewhere nearby…

There was drones attack at night in Odessa, or rather, in the high-rise building where my brother was at the time. It’s good that he wasn’t hurt. But sometimes, everything is “dark”, somewhere very close. Not with me, of course, because I live near the border anyway, everything just flies through us. But well…

Sometimes I think what will happen to the resources that I managed when I’m gone. Like, whoop! And silence. It causes a certain sadness. That it will die with me. When a person is gone, the whole universe that existed thanks to them is gone. My brother has so many projects, three children, and everything. It’s scary to imagine how all this could not happen.

I’m not afraid of dying. And this is what I live with and will live with until the last day. But I’m afraid of losing someone in the sense that I’m used to controlling all my “losses”, and usually it’s called “stopping communication”. And such losses. They are more terrible… that’s why I can’t imagine what it would feel like if something did happen…

Sometimes life is a movie you don’t want to watch because you know how the plot will end.

How do scary people live?

That’s a question not for anyone, but primarily for myself. Because I don’t know how scary, but at the same time tactile, people live?

Today I had a dream where I was sitting on a bench, with some person next to me. From the feelings of my younger years. And here is the feeling that throughout the dream you are trying to gain trust, to become closer. And as if something works out, and as if something doesn’t. And “scary” is not even about appearance, but about general energy. That is, you know, like when you see a person who wants to show something fanatically and you start to be scared not so much by what they say, but by the expression with which it happens. To put it simply – from a certain stage and to a certain extent, your attempts to make friends with someone become not “oh…hello, let’s be friends!”, but have, to some extent, signs of madness, because of which you repel people more than you attract them. Probably, that is why they say – stop wanting something, and you will get it.

In your head, people-people-people, from each of whom you know what you would get in communication if you “..still communicated”. Like a collection of Pokemon in your pocket. But it mostly resembles a cemetery where you walk past graves, clean them, bring flowers. To those who died for you while you were alive. Therefore, the body resorts to tricks and sends you people whom you cannot bury simply because they are in your head, not in your heart.

Yesterday I remembered the words of a neighbour who lost his wife some time ago. And he once mentioned to me that “..he should find a young woman”. That neighbour is not serious in any way, so I asked myself – what is it about him that would make him find a “young woman”. The question is not even “young” or “old”. Purely technically, even at my age, it is very difficult to find an interesting and like-minded interlocutor, and not someone more. Because every person has a lot of “sharp needles”. Which only become more with age. Because we begin to “know what we need”, not realizing that by doing so we come to the conclusion that we don’t need anything. Plus, having a certain experience and knowledge, fewer and fewer interesting people come across thoughts or things that you don’t know yet or haven’t yet reached. Therefore, “finding yourself” is becoming more and more difficult…

Too many places

I have too many places to be on – two “big” blogs that I have to write articles for. Two small blogs, one of which I’m currently writing this entry for. Deviant for photos and creativity. Rarely Flickr for photos. 500px for photos and stocks. Rarely YouTube for videos. Posts are automatically duplicated on Bluesky and Tumblr. That’s not even counting participation in competitions on Pulse. And Patreon. But it’s free, so I only do it occasionally 🙂
There’s also Threads, where reposts are made (when it works). I hardly do Instagram, and I’ve deleted most of my friends on Facebook. Now I still occasionally post something on Reddit. For reach, not least, plus nice acquaintances.

I’d like to close a couple of places (two blogs, at least), but I feel like it’s not the right time again. So for now, it’ll be like that. I feel comfortable that I can put something of my own in every place. Every place has its own spirit. That’s probably why it seems to me that there is no urgent need for people right now – I have myself, who has to be everywhere. That’s enough for now. And the “bar” for people has probably been raised for a certain time. I don’t want to be with everyone at once. I guess I want to find “that one person” with whom I can talk about things, share my creativity, and mutually support each other. Although…now there is such a person, and he lives in New Zealand. All that’s left is to find time to respond to him among all these sites and social networks… 🙂

Creative Bisexual

Over the past two days I have managed to feel like a creative bisexual. How is that?

It is believed that gays and lesbians do not really like bisexuals. Both of them do not like that bisexuals cannot choose “who they are”.

In one place I got a comment along the lines of “how does the mask from Aliexpress feel, that other people also have?”. In another place I was asked about my BDSM-style image. And I’m very surprised that I haven’t received anything from anyone about macro photography or abstraction yet)))

I don’t know how else to convey to people that I’m not interested in 100% correspondence of what is depicted in the pictures. That is, if I depict blood in the pictures – it shouldn’t be mine or someone else’s blood. Similarly, if I wear 15-centimeter heels – it’s not about my desire to excite men with my image that I created. This is an image for the sake of an image and creativity for the sake of creativity 🙂

Secretly

There are people you don’t “follow” physically, but you follow spiritually. By visiting their pages. That’s more valuable. That connection. Because it’s about the connection. Because something makes you visit them, right? ..

A classic example of jealousy is in the realm of “who is this person following?”, but the scariest thing is in the head – when a person follows, even without following. It’s good that I’m talking about ordinary people, without any subtext.

What is needed for friendship?

An interesting question that I don’t have an answer to. What criteria should there be to be friends with someone and are they necessary at all?

I look at people in real life and see that they have fewer parameters or criteria for friendship. In the virtual universe, we limit ourselves to the parameters that we need for interaction. For a person to joke well, be interested in something related to what we are interested in, listen to something more or less similar and… only then do we see the point in interaction?..

Something inside tells you that you have to show something to be interesting to someone. The older you get, the more of a “multi-instrumentalist” you have to be. Jumping above your head? Yes, it’s possible. And in fact…

I think it’s enough to be yourself. And continue to create your own creative world. Creativity is something for which you will either be loved or hated. I have been convinced more than once that the most valuable people are those with whom you are in sync in creativity – when you like what another person does, and they like your creativity. This mutual inspiration gives the greatest “fruits”. I believe that this is how we will find ourselves with the same people 🙂


Sometimes I look at the numbers and see things that I don’t want. In general, these are new sites with almost no views. But I look at Threads, where there are a dozen or so people who don’t interact at all, and I understand that I don’t even need that many. Because the point is not in quantity, but in quality. And it only happens over time. So… let’s create 🙂

Being Sa Crea

Self-identification is something that still haunts me. Because I scroll through various fragments of memories and myself, coming to the conclusion that I have never decided who I am. The post will be divided into several subsections, each of which will be about a certain topic. I guess I just want to somehow “arrange” everything. But will I succeed?..

Physical

Since my youth, I have loved the feeling of something entering me. Yes, yes, we are talking about anal caresses. Starting with the ridiculous – the fear that “you can get pregnant” like that, and ending with stealing condoms from my brother’s bedside table. It seemed to me that I was touching something “adult”. I was very sorry that they were actually enough for one time, but when something that was dressed in a condom entered me – it seemed to me that it was “the same”. Did I imagine then that a man was entering me? No. Did I have any ideas over time that my neighbor was “going inside” me? Yes. We were almost the same age, so it was perceived somehow strange and not at the same time. In fact, the main “sexual partner” for me at that time was… a plunger. A little big, but you don’t choose your lovers, right? 🙂

I had episodes when I stole my neighbors’ (girls) underwear and either put it on or masturbated in it. So this dispels the theory that I was sexually attracted to my gender. Moreover – in addition to sexual perception, I found the very idea of ​​kissing a man disgusting. In a man, I could only be interested in one part of him, which I never sought direct acquaintance with. When my girlfriend and I got our first sex toy – I was secretly happy that “I would finally feel a real penis inside me.” But it wasn’t much different from my “old friend” with a wooden handle. It caused some sadness, so all subsequent attempts to find a “realistic penis” came to the collection of toys that we have. And for the most part, I’m satisfied with the sensations I’ve gotten lately.

I like the feeling that something fills me and stretches me. I also realize that with a strong character – when something fucks you, these are the same feelings when you can be weak. A kind of self-flagellation… with a penis? Exactly. You want everything dirty to come out of you, metaphorically, and you get rid of the negative emotions that were during this period. Can you perceive this as “being filled with something new”? Yes. You want to be filled so that it flows out of you. In every sense…

But I’ve never had sexual contact with men and a real penis. So it’s hard to send me to the bisexual or gay camp so that I can start to identify with them. Would I like such an experience?..time to move on to the next point.

Spiritual

For me, interaction with someone else – no matter what gender, is primarily spiritual. You have to “melt” into someone’s personality. Be a part of it, share thoughts, views on the world. That is, in fact, if I were to uncompromisingly fuck someone – it would be… myself. I mean a person who would have the same self-perception. The same cockroaches. At the same time, I would also not be against such experiences. But this person is something metaphorical, because finding a person who will be spiritually close to you is very difficult. It is even harder to find a person who would share your common views with your wife, so that she would somehow fit into this “puzzle of relationships”, and such an experience would be interesting for everyone. So, probably, there is no such person with whom there would be a desire to have sexual contact, because as one person sang, “sex without love is not interesting to me.” And here we go further.

Love

Is it possible to love another man? In my understanding, gender does not matter, because as another singer said – “we do not have sex with the body. We have sex with the personality.” So, you can also love a personality. What a person is to you. It does not matter how the world perceives him – it is important who this person is to you. Here it is necessary to make a remark – I am very lucky with the relationship that I have now, because I am in a relationship with a person who understands me and understands my perception. This gives me freedom for self-expression, and makes life much easier. That is why I can write these thoughts freely, without fear that something will be perceived “not the way” I would like.

Any clarification of some important things for me in a conversation with other people shows me that I could not be with anyone else. At least because people are simply not able to perceive things that are absolutely familiar to me. Not to mention everything that I wrote here above. But it should be noted that under everything that was said above, you can draw a line. Its thesis will be that I do not perceive sex as sex. That is, I buy games with sexual overtones not in order to engage in “paid masturbation”. I like aesthetics. The emotions that what I see evokes in me. And this aesthetics, again, leads us to the fact that physically you can fuck with anyone. But you will feel the full “filling” of yourself with the body, spirit, and juices of a person only when you are close on a spiritual level. Only at that moment will you get what you would like to try.

Identification

My Sa is an integral part of my personality. But physically (appearance) I am closer to a man than to a woman. So I would not become the person who would want to change gender to be different. But this does not reduce my desire to be part of the “other camp”, which consists of some feminine moments of aesthetics. Clothes, makeup, a little sexual subtext. I like it, and I think that soon I will make new creative experiments. In which I will appear again in an alternative image. In the form of Sa. I am a being who prefers to be myself. Not limited by the framework of sexual or any other self-identification. Because since my youth there is both male and female in me. And I perceive both halves of myself. If ever there were such a person whom you would admire and dissolve in – I probably would not mind if she took possession of me not only spiritually, but also physically. She will have every right to do so. But the further I go, the more I think that this is a very abstract person. Whom one can search for all one’s life.

I don’t know how much of a coincidence this is, but it’s interesting that when we went to flea markets – several times (maybe because of the specifics of the things I was interested in and the fact that my face was not visible in the hood) I was addressed as a girl. And at work, when someone addresses me, the phrase “girls” sounds like I’m not even there. At least in terms of my physical gender. This has become more noticeable over the past year.

So, who do I consider myself to be? I consider myself to be Sa Crea. A being who simply wants to enjoy life, without being distracted by other people’s labels.