I feel like the equivalence of “wow you’re an artist? Draw something for me!” to a psychology major is “wow you’re a psychology major? Tell me what kind of person I am!”
There is a concept people employ where they know something is wrong so they do it feeling blameless and guiltless, because as long as they know it’s wrong and employ it in a joking or pretend manner, it automatically is harmless.
I’ve been thinking about this video of a man petting a bunny and the bunny huffs and thumps when he stops petting, and how it would be amazing to have a large furry creature just pet me a lot.
Then I realized I did date a guy who was a furry, so I was in fact held by a large furry creature. Good times.
Sometimes when I look at people I see how different everyone looks, and how similar some people look to people I know.
Like, you look at two people and they have slightly different proportions in their face and body.
One of the unexpected but pleasurable outcomes to my throat sickness is that my voice can now go really low, and that my voice cracks a lot. It is kinda like going through a second puberty on testosterone without the whole testosterone and saying things without coughing.
Things I remember about Rei’s room: his vulva elevation map and his full orderly bookshelf. But his room is not complete without Nagisa!