confession

Here, I will confess something that not many people know about, the only people who know about this confession are my victims. I feel like it’s time to step out of the dark, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. If Justin can post about his love with the glo worm (lol) I think it’s alright for me to post mine.



Fucking arms. I bet you would have never guessed it. That’s right, I have arm fetishes guys. When I was really young, about 3-5 years old (that’s when I still lived in China), I used to sleep in my mother’s arm, stealing her away from my dad. It was probably one of the few memories I have of my childhood. Anyhow, every night, I would hug on to her arms and fall to sleep. When I said every night, I’m not exaggerating. When I first came to Canada, my brother and I used to sleep in the same bed and he too would be my victim. I would wrap my body around his arms while he was asleep and I would pet it and snuggle with it. I was young, I was foolish, but as I grew up I felt like I NEEDED an arm by my side to sleep. The days when my parents got me my own bed were the days I could not fall asleep. But, being the warrior that I am, I fought those urges and began to survive without an arm by my side at night. It’s like beating the “3 day hump” when one is trying to quit smoking. Feels great when you’ve done it, but you still miss it sometimes.

So guys, lend a hand, or an arm when I’m sad (that means you are giving me permission to rub your arm though, no homo of course) and you can brighten up my day.

P.S, arms feel the best when the skin is COOL, it’s extra smooth, I don’t know why, try it yourself. ;) Btw.. I’m not a creeper.