I am Pricklepear
What you have to understand about me is that I am an asshole.
For starters, I hate people. Not individuals, but people in general I can live without. Any old reason will do, be it racially, socially, or sexually related. Especially sexually. I don't hate sexually attractive people, per se, but I'm perfectly comfortable objectifying them.
In fact, objectifying people makes me ecstatic. Hardly a day goes by that doesn't find me pulling meg after meg of the most brutal pornography off the Internet, wanking away all the while. It's better than the real deal, it really is. I don't have to talk to anyone, don't have to worry about measuring up to anyone's expectations but my own. And there are no rules. I can look at the most vile, degraded, profane acts ever committed in a bedroom, and there's no one to call me perverted or a menace to society.
I don't define myself as an asshole. I'm not some self-loathing misanthrope who does nothing but wander around being nasty to people. I think I'm actually quite a decent person most of the time, and most of my friends agree. But as with any human, there are aspects of my personality that I despise, aspects that I would never begin to consider discussing with even the closest of friends. Sometimes I lie awake at night wondering if I'll ever get caught.
Those are the aspects you'll be reading about here. I have another journal for my "good" side, the "real" (i.e., publicly acceptable) me. You don't get to read that, though.
For starters, I hate people. Not individuals, but people in general I can live without. Any old reason will do, be it racially, socially, or sexually related. Especially sexually. I don't hate sexually attractive people, per se, but I'm perfectly comfortable objectifying them.
In fact, objectifying people makes me ecstatic. Hardly a day goes by that doesn't find me pulling meg after meg of the most brutal pornography off the Internet, wanking away all the while. It's better than the real deal, it really is. I don't have to talk to anyone, don't have to worry about measuring up to anyone's expectations but my own. And there are no rules. I can look at the most vile, degraded, profane acts ever committed in a bedroom, and there's no one to call me perverted or a menace to society.
I don't define myself as an asshole. I'm not some self-loathing misanthrope who does nothing but wander around being nasty to people. I think I'm actually quite a decent person most of the time, and most of my friends agree. But as with any human, there are aspects of my personality that I despise, aspects that I would never begin to consider discussing with even the closest of friends. Sometimes I lie awake at night wondering if I'll ever get caught.
Those are the aspects you'll be reading about here. I have another journal for my "good" side, the "real" (i.e., publicly acceptable) me. You don't get to read that, though.