personal

Not the one

I am not the kind of person who received a “blessing from God” and became someone outstanding or simply found my way. I was not lucky in life like some people who had a chance. And I am not sure that there would be at least one person in this world who would sincerely want to help me. Because I am always insufficient for something or someone. I am always not the one to whom a helping hand will be extended. And I hoped in vain and hope that there will be the same person who would help me now in my situation. Because in life you can only hope for yourself. But do you know what is really sad?

People always hope for me and turn to me. And I help them. Without any reason or anything else. I do not take money from almost everyone I help. Where I can, I also help with money or by buying some things myself. And it saddens me that I always give more than I receive. But such is the world. This world doesn’t need me, no matter what. And I’m alive not because of something, but in spite of it.

I’ll have to get out of this country and this situation on my own. Well. But after that I won’t want to help anyone with anything, because I won’t see the point in it. And I’ll always answer – I didn’t get out of there thanks to your help, so don’t count on my help with your problems either. I’m tired of other people’s problems…

Spikes

I caught myself thinking that the spikes in my ears are not only about the fact that it is more compact, more convenient, but also because they are spikes. On the one hand, it is a symbol of the fact that I can be pricked. On the other hand, it resembles a pin, from a story where a man, in case of stupid thoughts, pricked himself until he bled. I like the feeling that I can prick myself at any moment. I like to pull the earring, understanding that it is a part of me. True, this applies to the one that has been in its place for about six months.

I began to perceive the hair on my body differently. Previously, I believed that the “season for creativity” is from autumn to warm days, because it is not good for a man to be “with shaved arms and legs”. Now I put the very idea of ​​​​creativity above all else. And I don’t really accept the fact that I don’t look like a monkey. I just be the way I am comfortable being.

I still ask myself – what exactly is this connected with. Anyway, so far I have come to the conclusion that psychologically a part of me died then. The part that made certain barriers that you had no right to go beyond. Now I live without barriers, and those that exist I destroy as soon as I start to see them. And if someone says that “it is impossible” – I immediately try to prove the opposite.

We really like “lessons of national identity”, but, for some reason, they do not popularize the topic of self-identity. And it, in my opinion, is much more important.

Ebay, please, stop!

Did I accidentally find this on eBay? No. Was I looking for something similar? Yes. Whose happy with what I found? Yes, if not for the price))

dragon_mask

At my job they make fun of the fact that someone makes a living as a webcam model. Well, whatever. Thanks for the inspiration! With every drop of hatred and not accepting something, I build my personality. It came from my parents, who showed that if you want to achieve something in life – do what they thought was stupid. And you will achieve…

No, it’s not about me being a webcam model with this mask. It’s about the fact that you can be anything, the main thing is that you remain and be yourself, and not what someone wants to see you as 🙂

Roles

The unpopular opinion was that women do not recognize male weakness because, usually, it is women who have to “pull on their backs” a child, a garden, and also work from above, not to mention household issues. A man, at best, brings home money. Or he also has to be pulled on his hump. Sometimes he does something around the house. Especially if you push him. Two-three-five times. And I encounter these examples all the time. Because it is “standard”. But I try to do my own housework, help someone, now I go to an official job, if possible I help with cooking/cleaning. And I have the right to weakness.

People are different, everyone is unique. I don’t like the world where girls and women carry all the burdens of this world on their “hump”. Starting with “to give birth to a child”, ending with the often encountered physical or moral violence. However, there are social roles for both women and men. And I am glad that I learned to say no to everything that begins with “…you are a man!”. Where necessary – I will be a man. And where I need – I will be myself.

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.

So strange and so…usual

You hear when your parents “wash” someone’s bones. They tell you things that you are not interested in (and don’t need to?) know, they dump their opinions and their perceptions of other people on your head. In general, you don’t care what they are talking about and about whom, because you have always had your own head on your shoulders and you have long stopped perceiving your parents’ point of view as something important. Simply because they have proven a hundred or five hundred times that their point of view is worthless. If you want to do something right – ask them how you should do it, and do the opposite.

One adult told another adult about how other people’s children came to her place to eat. Should we even talk about such things? I think not. Because you either do good deeds “for yourself” or you do… not good deeds if you want to be “good” to someone.

There was an incident in my childhood. When I was at my neighbour’s, and they decided to feed me. I ate. Somehow later my mother found out about it. And she grumbled something like “you shouldn’t eat from these people, because they themselves are not rich.” Since then what? That’s right. In 9 cases out of 10 I refuse to eat from people. Because this incident is etched in my memory to this day, although it was 25+ years ago. Because I’m ashamed to eat from someone without bringing something to the people. Because I think it’s a burden to them. And in general.

As a child, I was often beaten with a belt, or a hose to drain water from a washing machine. For what? Um. Sometimes for bad grades. Sometimes I don’t even know, because I still don’t understand why you can beat your child like that. Okay, there was a case when for a while I secretly stole money from my parents. Then they banned me from walking on the street – and I became a “homebody”, less social. I stopped communicating with other children. Then it would be clearer why I was beaten, but that’s not what I was beaten for. However, these two examples made me who I am. And since then, the main thing I wanted was not to be like my parents. First of all, my mother, because she was the one who beat me. And, among other things, these two examples are the reason why I don’t want to know this person’s point of view regarding other people – because I have my own point of view on everyone.

For me, I consider these people a second family. In some places, even my first. Because the good attitude of these people towards me was not “because of something”. And I remember very well all the good that someone did to me. And I never forget the bad that someone else did.

On this day, I would like to wish all children not to be like their parents. Not to absorb their worst qualities. Absorb the best ones – if they are not there – it is better not to absorb anything. It has always been believed that we should be grateful to our parents for giving birth to us. But children are born to show them a better world. To make a better world for them. Not to be an object for bullying and physical violence. Never. April 20 is hitler’s birthday. April 27 is the birthday of the person I mentioned here. I love, appreciate, but certain things cannot be erased from memory. And it is sad that today’s “washing of bones” has become this post. But I will defend the people who are dear to me with foam at the mouth. Even if silently.