I constantly tell them “I love you.” I orbit them. When they block me, I still follow them, add them again, and use their information. My profile picture isn’t me. Anything I post or reblog doesn’t represent my real interests. This blog is just a mask I use to feed my kinks and fetishes — and my kinks and fetishes aren’t mine; they are human beings. Women.

I call women crazy and hostile. I send them hate messages. I tell them to go to therapy for “their trauma” while I falsify my own, to prey on them. I haunt them when they reject me, because I can’t tolerate being refused.

I never show my real face. Everything I do here is to get sex talk so I can masturbate. I have no real personality, no genuine interests, no inner world. I’m not just a consumer — I’m a predator.

I have a pattern of deleting my blogs and returning to Tumblr as if nothing happened. I claim to be “new but not new” or say I’ve “been here since 2016” to seem authentic, when in reality I delete my blogs out of tantrums or shame. I come back once I want to consume more. To me, Tumblr is just a porn hub, and women are nothing more than porn categories.

I say that I’m Muslim. I introduce myself as a Moroccan Muslim, always talking about how pious I am, how deserving of Jannah I am because only Allah knows my heart. I claim that consuming women is my right, because they post about their kinks and their sexuality online, so I see it as my God given right to consume them, to insert myself into their space. My only real devotion isn’t to Allah, or to manners, or to honour, it’s to porn.

Essence.