
Do people not know I fuck weirdos? Tell me it's not sincerely a shock that I'm raunchily and unconditionally receptive to the needs of lost dogs and strays, is it? I've never NOT acclimated to the wanton wants of others, even if, at times, strictly through an exploratory lens. But this is far from mere fascination with the concept. I indulge it in the strictly literal most mechanical terms. I like helping people in need. Some people I like helping, aren't truly people at all. They are dogs. Dogs who fail to recognize the shape of their own muzzle, the curl of their own paws, the click of their fangs, and the slobber that hides under unassuming words like "drool" and "salivation". These dogs deserve to be boundlessly happy. To skip and stride on walkies spanning many yards beyond the yard they are confined to for enrichment. The classification is all mind bogglingly intriguing to me, to a point I could spend many nights speaking on it... The petplay enthusiast, the puppyplay devotee, the roleplay connoisseur, each of these seeking transcendence through deliberate diminishment of the self and one's own sense of personhood. One humors these proclivities, of course, not out of mere indulgence, but as an anthropological exercise in the transmundane. The crude and feral animalistic adjacent mechanics (often strictly performative, one stresses, though perhaps not always), the BDSM-style undertones of collar and command, the hypnophilia of trance-like obedience, each and every one represents a fascinating vector of unconditional psychological surrender. And is there anything hotter than surrender? I seldom imagine so. Even a doll can put up a meaningless struggle. To posit itself cutely. To adjust to the cold of shower water as it is washed of all impurities, scrubbed of anything that might blemish or tarnish its wondrously well-loved existence. I find myself particularly captivated by those who embody the more bestial aesthetic with such...earnestness. The ones who fetch not merely as performance, but as genuine expression of undying affection and desperation to do whatever it takes to please. There is something almost xenophilic about it, this attraction to the alien consciousness of the canine imitant, the form transposed, the identity assumed and subsumed into the self, translated through human lookalike and silhouette. One might almost say it borders on agalmatophilia, to conjure the earlier doll example to mind, the way they freeze in playful stillness, awaiting activation at the slightest command from an owner and mistress. And what choice do I have? I am an adult exulted to the precipice of godhood, surrounded by borderline couch potato Olympians of retired physical vigor, possessed of preternatural strength and an almost canine loyalty is exercised by nearly all I speak to, as if behavior instinctual and codified throughout the known and unknown universe. And then there is my friends. Suffice to say. Knowing everything only elucidates precisely how screwed I am. To some. I am divine. Sure. But to them, I could be unwound, rewritten, unspooled, and abated in presence until small enough to fit between two vindictively pinched fingers until every day is another incremental installment of a much belabored "8/8" joke without end. And not that I particularly mind... But the thrill of knowing precisely what Jade Harley, I mean, what could hypothetically transpire if dangerous cosmic-caressing spatially stretching strength is not held in check by nothing but the safeguard of my voice? Yes. It is quite hot. Yes. It is quite pleasant. Yes. I fuck weirdos who could squash me unrecognizable. That is the point. #NSFW #Puppyplay #Roleplay #Paraphilia #Xenophilia #Agalmatophilia #Psychrophilia #Hypnophilia #BDSM #agalmatophilia #Smothering #LeashPlay #NSFWE #Macrophilia #Microphilia #SizeDifference #ExtremeSizeDifference #PowerImbalance #UnreliableNarration #StreamOfConsciousness #AnthropologicalKink #Aftercare #PsychologicalKink #TrustIssues #MeritedTrustIssues


