#murderkink

If I don't romanticise it, it'll be too painful to bare

So the wires of my melancholy and romanticization got crossed and twisted to where I can't help but be enamored with and aroused even, by a love that would desire to give that end for me too

A love that would see it as intimate and as gratifying as I would. A choice. A wish.

Me your humble nervous annon reminiscing about you. I hope you are doing well. Can I ask when you first realized you enjoyed the stuff on your blog? What made you realize?

-nervous annon

I'm back to asks again.

When did I realize I enjoyed the stuff on my blog? Hmm.

I think I've almost always had a taste for sexual violence. Of course both separately too but that's not the point. Suffice it to say due to a not so traumatic event, led me to seeking out sexual content in media. Most being at the time, more violent (honestly Its still violent). I loved it. Though now I have more of a tailored taste.

Though at that time I wanted to receive it. Years turn to decades and this year I had some fucked effects with medication making me more aggressive and horny. Either because I was seeking it out or finally dealing with some shit I was repressing, low and behold, my my my, I wanted to subject others to my violence. It was like a click in my head. Realizing how hot my body would get imagining murder. Well that didn't happen before so obviously.

But as for the romantic aspect? I've always been a romantic. Thinking too much, too deep, too closely at things I love, to break them apart and break them down to fully engage with all of it. All of them. Be it people or media or anything.

For the ask/assumption:

You were probably too open about your love of murder and whatnot as a kid or teen. This is, of course, also assuming you were into "murder and whatnot" back then.