bruh it just means you’re not into kinky shit. kinky shit is like an acquired taste. at first you’re like “wtf is this shit. no” but it grows on you, especially when all it takes is 1 freaky girl who knows how to do it right, hitting you with it and inflicting instant fetishes on you.

I used to think “daddy” was cringey and try-hard until this incredibly cutsey japanese girl with sick curves started flirting with me by sending submissive, suggestive pics, and asked me permission to call me daddy. At first I was like, uhh, okay? and after she bombarded me with like 2-3 days of fetish fuel I was forever afflicted. She wasn’t even a “bad girl”, she just had a lot of “bad girl” friends, and knew it worked.

THEN I started dating “bad girls” because if there is 1 thing they do well, it is being into all kinds of kinky and freaky shit. I’m not even freaky myself, but I’d crave the girls who were. The more you get it, the more into it you get, and the more you want, until you slide all the way down to the point of going full Charlie Sheen.

I started out as this nice innocent young lad who recoiled in horror when a girl would ask me to choke her during sex, and spiraled down to the point where I was choking out bitches with literal choke collars as I engaged in “rough sex” that looked like a very one-sided UFC match where the chicks would scream “please, harder daddy!” instead of tapping out. How the fuck do you go back to normal sex once you’ve degenerated to that point?

it’s a horrible taste to acquire, to be honest, because it makes you a ripe target for bad girls. it makes you crave the wrong kind of girls. think of it like being addicted to spicy food, but all the healthy food out there is non-spicy, and all the spicy food out there is cancerous as fuck.