Fantasies of a submissive Finnish fanboy who feels like a fangirl. Into kinky things, sci-fi, feminism and other intellectual stuff.
If you're a prodomme looking for your next meal ticket, kindly fuck off. Also, I will not send a photo of myself to anyone. Outer appearances are irrelevant and often misleading.
Even though I like to express my femininity it doesn't make me a sissy, or automatically mean I want to suck cocks of every illiterate lowbrow swinging them about.
I have issues with masculinity and I want to have as little to do with as possible. I hate my birth gender and I find erotic misandry extremely arousing.
I see being a male and being a man as two completely different things. Being male is a biological fact, but being a man is a sociological construct. I refuse to be one even know I can never be a woman.
I worship women and femininity, more than anything else in this world. I feel women are superior to men in every way imaginable. I firmly believe the world would be a better place if it was run by women.
I adore lesbian women, partly because their existence reminds me of my own worthlessness. I feel heterosexual intercourse demeans women and that true love can be found only between women.
I have zero tolerance towards misogyny. If your blog contains too many hard cocks, violence towards and degradation of women don't be surprised if I block your ass.
I am 100% impotent due to type one Diabetes. I look fit and all but down there I am limp as a noodle. Therefore I refer to my male appendix as a clit.
However, my impotence doesn't mean a lack of a libido or an inability to cum. In fact pulling my limp clit is the only way I truly feel alive.
If I notice you reblogging my posts with the caption removed, especially if they are longer pieces, there is a good chance I will block your ass in that case as well.
Yes, this is site for porn, and some of you may not be into longer text posts. If that is the case, ignore them or unfollow me. Or steal the image and post it as your own, if you want.
But don't go around thinking: "That photo is so hot, but not that text crap with it, so I'll remove it". Because that text crap may something someone has put a lot of time, effort and love in.
By removing it, you're basically saying you think it's worthless, and let's face it, that's a pretty shitty thing to do.
If you want to know even more about me as a person, please visit my blog at: https://chastediary.blogspot.com
My genital appendix is perhaps a fifth of the size of that monster, and I'm completely impotent, meaning I use only two fingers to masturbate, and I don't cum, only edge. But other than that, yes. Masturbation is without a doubt my favourite hobby.
If there's a chance, I usually edge several hours a day, sometimes more than once a day. As I pull my limp clit I get such a high, feeling that this is what I was made to do, what I'm supposed to do in life. I'm a wanker. And I've very proud to be one, because that is one of the few things I'm good at.
Nothing gives me greater joy than edging for hours, taking myself as close to orgasm as possible, but knowing there is no chance whatsoever I will actually cum. That information gives edging its meaning. Knowing the horniness won't away, ever.
Many times I won't stop until I'm too exhausted or tired, or hungry, usually all three because I usually skip meals to be able to masturbate more. Or, if I actually have some social life, or a party to attend to. Many times at a party I find myself thinking I'd rather be edging at home.
Longer version of this text can be found at: https://chastediary.blogspot.com/2019/09/1892019.html
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More or less, yes. :-)
My genital appendix is perhaps a fifth of the size of that monster, and I'm completely impotent, meaning I use only two fingers to masturbate, and I don't cum, only edge. But other than that, yes. Masturbation is without a doubt my favourite hobby.
If there's a chance, I usually edge several hours a day, sometimes more than once a day. As I pull my limp clit I get such a high, feeling that this is what I was made to do, what I'm supposed to do in life. I'm a wanker. And I've very proud to be one, because that is one of the few things I'm good at.
Nothing gives me greater joy than edging for hours, taking myself as close to orgasm as possible, but knowing there is no chance whatsoever I will actually cum. That information gives edging its meaning. Knowing the horniness won't away, ever.
Many times I won't stop until I'm too exhausted or tired, or hungry, usually all three because I usually skip meals to be able to masturbate more. Or, if I actually have some social life, or a party to attend to. Many times at a party I find myself thinking I'd rather be edging at home.
Longer version of this text can be found at:
https://chastediary.blogspot.com/2019/09/1892019.html