Lucifer_Carroll
GOATS!!!
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- May 4, 2004
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So here it goes.
I got a little bit of a breather recently and I used it to get reaquainted with some old comic books. I went and saw V for Vendetta, which I felt was good and as faithful as possible in Hollywood. And to check I reread the old comic book. Then since I was on a politico kick anyway, I finally finished reading Transmetropolitan.
Now that's all an aside really, but also a build-up. The line that struck me most in the movie and the book of V was the fact that integrity was the last scrap of a person. Take that and add it to a comic book series which violently defended the truth as the one true thing worth protecting and serving and you get me in an exceedingly truthful feeling mood.
Perhaps that's why I'm going a step too far today and only time will tell if it is worthy of the great amount of fear I feel in telling you. But let's be frankly honest, on some level, I'm tired of being a coward, of hiding this piece of me, this important piece of me. Living in a fucking closet sucks and it's made me appreciate viscerally the fear my gay friends had to deal with in their beginnings. Anyway, I should probably get to it instead of wasting time with personal bullshit.
A little while ago, about a year or so, I finally admitted to myself something I had only suspected and in retrospect knew all along, something that was so obvious I have no idea why I didn't just accept it earlier. Something about my sexuality.
I am an asexual porn writer.
No, this isn't a joke. It's not my silly personality having an Andy Kaufman break dance. I lack sexual desire. I am intellectually interested in sex, pleasing my partner, and such and I do gain a mental pleasure from satisfying my partner, but the gears on my end are broken. I ejaculate when my member is stimulated physically, but there is no subsequent feeling attached to it. I am not truthfully turned on by any pornography even though I went and tried to find almost all of it (no kiddy porn or rape, my rage center doesn't need the exercise). I am confidant it is no joke or misinterpretation.
I am Lucifer_Carroll and I'm an asexual.
Later when the honesty kicks and I come down like Hunter S Thompson after a road trip, I'll look at the shriveled corpse of Ben Franklin next to me and scream "What did I do?" but for the moment I felt I owed you all and myself that level of honesty.
Uh...and now distracting porn.
I got a little bit of a breather recently and I used it to get reaquainted with some old comic books. I went and saw V for Vendetta, which I felt was good and as faithful as possible in Hollywood. And to check I reread the old comic book. Then since I was on a politico kick anyway, I finally finished reading Transmetropolitan.
Now that's all an aside really, but also a build-up. The line that struck me most in the movie and the book of V was the fact that integrity was the last scrap of a person. Take that and add it to a comic book series which violently defended the truth as the one true thing worth protecting and serving and you get me in an exceedingly truthful feeling mood.
Perhaps that's why I'm going a step too far today and only time will tell if it is worthy of the great amount of fear I feel in telling you. But let's be frankly honest, on some level, I'm tired of being a coward, of hiding this piece of me, this important piece of me. Living in a fucking closet sucks and it's made me appreciate viscerally the fear my gay friends had to deal with in their beginnings. Anyway, I should probably get to it instead of wasting time with personal bullshit.
A little while ago, about a year or so, I finally admitted to myself something I had only suspected and in retrospect knew all along, something that was so obvious I have no idea why I didn't just accept it earlier. Something about my sexuality.
I am an asexual porn writer.
No, this isn't a joke. It's not my silly personality having an Andy Kaufman break dance. I lack sexual desire. I am intellectually interested in sex, pleasing my partner, and such and I do gain a mental pleasure from satisfying my partner, but the gears on my end are broken. I ejaculate when my member is stimulated physically, but there is no subsequent feeling attached to it. I am not truthfully turned on by any pornography even though I went and tried to find almost all of it (no kiddy porn or rape, my rage center doesn't need the exercise). I am confidant it is no joke or misinterpretation.
I am Lucifer_Carroll and I'm an asexual.
Later when the honesty kicks and I come down like Hunter S Thompson after a road trip, I'll look at the shriveled corpse of Ben Franklin next to me and scream "What did I do?" but for the moment I felt I owed you all and myself that level of honesty.
Uh...and now distracting porn.