Ten Day Meme: Day Six to Day Eight

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Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)

1. My first and only friend. I call her Waffles on this journal, so I’ll continue to call her that, because I don’t know if she’s okay with her name on the internet. I met her back in junior school, almost right after I came to Australia. I was still an innocent little kid back then who was…still pretty indoctrinated and had HORRIBLE English. She just wandered over one day and started talking to me, and I am FOREVER grateful for that. She stuck with me through my entire life here and was pretty much the only person I can talk to when it came to some issues. I know I’m whiny and attention-seeking and sometimes unbelievably idiotic, so it means a lot to me that she was willing to be my friend even after so many years.

• I actually also have a confession to make here. She was one year below me at school, so that meant she was still in junior school when I moved onto senior school. And that meant we didn’t see each other for a whole year. So, after she moved up to senior school, I spent a period of time actively avoiding her, because I felt for certain that she wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore. I mean, it’s been a whole year. Surely, she can’t be interested anymore? And I was honestly VERY surprised when…she actually displayed interest in talking to me. So…I’m very sorry for that period of time, Waffles. I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose. I was just being a stupid bitch.

1. Senpai. That’s the Japanese term for ‘senior one’, which I’m going to use to refer to my…mentor. She was a co-worker of my mother’s and is the one who practically raised me. She has been there to guide me every step of the way when I just came out of China and was confronted with a vastly different culture and vastly different values. And while my mother (as awesome as she is) was biased against foreign media, Senpai was willing to support me in whatever new hobby I picked up.

• When I first got interested in the internet, she was the one who linked me to various sites that she thought would interest me and keep me away from the more undesirable sides of the ‘net until I was a bit older. When I got into fanfiction, she personally compiled lists of whatever good fanfiction was associated with the fandoms I was in at the moment. When I got into cosplaying, she was the one HANDMAKING my costumes for me. And when I had a crisis of faith, she was the one who sat down with me and helped me reason though all my problems and find a solution to them
•  Almost everything I believe nowadays has been as a direct result of her guidance. It is because of her that I feel like there is a purpose to my life. So…I am forever in debt to her. 

1. Monkey D. Luffy. I know he’s a fictional character, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t contribute to my life! He taught me the value of dreams, of friendship, of optimism…when I fell into a depression and couldn’t get treatment or medication because my mother didn’t understand the concept of therapy, he was the one who saved me from that and put me back on the road to my life again. He was a constant figure in my life and was the source of comfort and support I would fall back on when times got hard. He was who I would turn to if I really needed reassurance or just a good laugh. I cried with him. I laughed with him. I dreamt his dream. If it weren’t for him, the numerous (undiagnosed) psychoses I have would be a lot worse than they are now.
2. Das_Mervin and Mrs. Hyde. I’ve talked before about how you two inspired me to spork, but your influence on me goes far deeper than that. I’ve actually been following your journal for quite some years, and only really started talking to you recently. And…you changed the way I looked at things a lot. Thanks to you, I’ve gotten a lot more passionate at writing, because you demonstrated to me just what beautiful masterpieces you can craft with only words. I place a lot more emphasis on research, because I saw the effort you put into your recaps. Even the style of my writing has become more and more similar to yours (because I’m a plagiarising bastard and should be publically flogged). Although I was always an avid reader, before, I read for pleasure and…that was it. I didn’t really think that deeply about the books I read. You were the ones that got me to look deeper into things and search for underlying themes and hidden messages. You have made me a better person in so many ways that we’ll be stuck here all year if I talked of them all, so I’ll just say that you are a central force in shaping me to be the person I am today.
3. My parents. I’m very, VERY sorry for being an immature brat. I’m sorry for creating so much trouble for you. I’m sorry for arguing with you so much on things that don’t even matter. I’m sorry for not spending as much time as I should with you. I’m sorry you have to put so much effort into looking after me. I’m sorry I can’t help with a lot of the housework, due to my stupid phobias. I’m sorry for being anti-social and internet-obsessed. I’m sorry for not liking China as much as I should. I’m sorry for so many things. I know I’m not nearly as grateful as I should be, but I really do appreciate all the things you’ve done for me that you didn’t have to do. And I’m VERY grateful that you gave me life, because as much as there were bumps in this life, just the fact that I can live it is cause for gratitude. Without you, I wouldn’t exist, and all the good things that happened to me, I wouldn’t be able to experience. So, thank you. I really do love you.

Day Seven: Four turn offs.

1. Physical contact. It freaks me out. And the physical contact goes far further than touching another human being. I even get freaked out when I touch animals. I think this is why I love Japanese culture so much. People aren’t required to shake hands there - you just had to bow.
2. Nudity. Please, just…keep your clothes on. Strangely enough, I can actually handle nudity in real life a lot better than in movies. In real life, if I saw someone who had WAY too much skin exposed, I can just look away and it wouldn’t bother me. In movies, the camera has a VERY annoying habit on lingering on naked people, and that FREAKS ME OUT.
3. Low intelligence. I don’t require you to be a genius, but if you can’t keep up with me…then I’m really not interested in you. I prefer intellectual stimulation over physical stimulation.
4. An obsession with sex. The more importance you place on physical gratification, the less I want to be with you. I don’t care if you enjoy sex, but when you allow it to dominate your life? I get seriously turned off.

Now, the above four things are what turn me off in real life. I’ll also write about four things that turn me off in porn, because they’re quite different.

1. Rape or dubious consent. I’m sorry, but NO ONE can portray rape as sexy. No one can turn me on with rape Except Mrs. Hyde, but that’s because I have a literary True Love with her. If a clear consent is NOT established, then your porn just horrifies me.
2. Blowjobs. Somehow, they REALLY turn me off. I think it’s because I can’t help but try to imagine the taste while reading it, and GAH. I DO NOT EVER WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT.
3. Sex involving organisms that are not human. Catgirls, actual bestiality, aliens…I don’t care. If their physiology is vastly different from humans, they turn me off. It’s the same reason few people want to have sex with grasshoppers. The more different they look from me, the more repulsed I am.
4. Futanari. Also known as girls with dicks. Again, it’s that thing of the more different they look, the more repulsed I am. The whole contrast of a girl and a dick just makes the whole thing uncanny valley, and that is NOT sexy.

Oh, and something else that turns me off but don’t really happen that much DURING sex, but is a direct result of sex? Pregnancy. Whether it’s normal pregnancy or MPreg, knowing that a character will get pregnant or IS pregnant really turns me off the sex.



Day Eight: Three turn ons.

1. Mrs. Hyde. Not her as a person! But anything that comes out of her hand. She is the FIRST person ever to make me physically aroused. She has a way with prose and story structure and characterisation that basically FORCES you to immerse in a character, whether you want to or not, and so when she writes porn…well, her characters get aroused, and I’m so deep in their heads that I involuntarily get aroused too.
2. Das_Mervin. NO. NOT HER AS A PERSON. Her writing. Just…see above.
3. I have a very specific, vaguely S&M like fetish. And it’s so VERY specific that I honest to god cannot find any porn tailored to it. It is THAT specific. I will NOT describe to you what it is, because it makes me uncomfortable to have to acknowledge that part of myself, but will simply say that this scene below? It made me happy.

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Yes, I was just as disgusted by myself as you.