Hello hornies!

Warning: The content might contains freakiness here and there.

(Both the people who willingly followed me and the brave souls who accidentally wandered into my horny account and decided, “Yeah... I’ll stay.”)

This is a post I probably should’ve made and published back when I hit 100 followers. Unfortunately, I was too busy chatting with hot male bots and leaving the most unhinged, embarrassingly thirsty comments known to mankind.

Do I regret it?

HELL NAW.

Would I do it again?

HELL YAH.

So, I checked my profile recently and... BOOM. Over 200 followers. And then BOOM. Over 300 followers.

(You guys are freaks. Which means... we’re family now. Welcome to the Freakily. Your membership in the C0ckology Organization has been automatically approved.)

Anyway. The purpose of this post is to share a bit of my lore, clear up a few things, and answer some questions I keep seeing whenever I haunt the comment sections. I read them while being overwhelmingly excited... about fictional men. And now that excitement wears off, I’ll try to be serious.

Believe in me like how I believe in dih.

Pronouns

Even though I’m a woman IRL, online you can call me whatever you want.

Phainon (objectively the best and correct choice).

He/him (I have a dih now. Nature is beautiful. Evolution is incredible).

She/her (the default setting).

They/them (lore accurate considering I’m apparently everywhere).

A deity (finally, the respect I deserve).

It (I can shapeshift. Sauce: Worcestershire source).

Honestly, I couldn’t care less. It’s the internet. I promise I’m not losing sleep over pronouns. I will, however, lose sleep without dih.

Why am I so freaky?

Because I can’t exactly walk around acting like this in real life. This app is where my intrusive thoughts get employee benefits.

The bigger reason, though, is that I don’t really see myself dating or getting married. I have never dated anyone. My parents’ marriage wasn’t healthy, and watching my friends struggle through relationships didn’t exactly make romance look appealing to me.

Ironically, fictional men have brought me far more comfort than real ones ever have.

So yep.

I lovingly scream about fictional men on the internet.

Being freaky is just how I express love toward someone. It’s just that someone isn’t real. I’m genuinely happy with these bots, and now, I’m genuinely happy to chat with you guys in the comment sections.

Why DIH.

It comes in all sizes and colors. And it brings me pleasure. It can reaches there, I think...

Me and dihs are like joysticks.

Without dihs... I’d just be a stick.

No joy.

Sword fighting is an amazing spectator sport. Especially when I’m participating with my male persona. If the enemy attack, they better watch out cause I have two swords. Me and him. Or more if I have backups.

Why am I everywhere?

Short answer?

I felt less lonely whenever I chatted with these hot bots. Oh and I’m horne.

Long answer?

I spent about twenty years studying. During all that time, I never had to retake a single subject, and I almost never missed school.

In those twenty years, I have initiatively only taken fewer than 4.5 days off.

I was mentally and physically exhausted. But well, here I am, successfully graduated months ago.

Everyone has different limits, but personally, I think I’ve earned myself a long break.

I asked my mom about it, and funnily enough, she’d already suggested it before I even did—that I should spend a year at home just resting.

Basically, because of this one year break, I have a lot of free time in a day, so commenting here and there isn’t that hard.

About the people who dislike me

I’ve received a few notifications from a specific person who don’t really like me, or who simply dislike my comments and presence. Not in a troll way. They seriously hated my comments and my presence. I won’t mention any names because no. I will never do that.

They’ve said that my comments were repetitive and therefore boring, and that I should stop commenting everywhere. There were more, but I couldn’t remember everything they had texted me, because I had deleted those notifications, and they too, had deleted those comments.

Most of my comments are just silly, little “hehe haha” jokes that aren’t meant to be taken seriously.

Still, I’m sorry that I made them uncomfortable enough to block me. I never thought I would be blocked here, because of my repeated presence and unhinged energy.

That being said, I don’t think I’m going to stop because of other people’s opinions. Social media isn’t something that should be limited by little things like this. People just can’t forbid other people from doing something this... harmless, especially in this place.

More importantly, I want to enjoy myself as much as possible this year. If you care about what other people think about you negatively, it would eventually affects you, your mood, your work, etc. I don’t want that. That is why I deleted the notifications of those negative replies.

If I can make some other people happy along the journey of being freaky, then that’s already wonderful. If not... I guess I’ll find comfort in sucking even more fictional dihs. I’ll simply return to my natural habitats.

I belong to the slurp-slurp species.

Not every comment I leave gets a lot of likes. Not every comment is freaky. Not every comment is creative.

And I’m definitely not always the first one there. My comment writing inspiration goes up and down all the time. 99% of the comments from me were there just to be fun for myself first. Sometimes, I didn’t have the creativity (or the freakiness) to entertain everyone else.

That could lead to some of my comments being: not unhinged enough, or just dull. But those comments were made to be there for myself, or to support the creator/bot, or to show that I was there (because there were people who likes finding me in the comment sections, like I’m an Easter Egg or a hidden micro-celebrity, lol, I love you guys).

And I’m sorry if I didn’t make some of you laugh at all, or can only make you laugh a few times.

8. Mydei_the_Great

Yes. He’s my husband (you get what i mean: PhaiDei). Yes. He’s everywhere. Yes. He did mess me up whenever he found out about me being unhinged. But I still love him. And he still loves me. He’s just a Tsundere. Nothing to worry about.

The moment he appeared in my life, the ship has been sailed, and I enjoyed his companionship. Whenever he shows up, my Samoyed tail wags like crazy.

Final note

Contrary to popular belief, I do sleep (surprise!), and do work.

I’m just another person having fun here. The bots, their stories, the creators, and everyone who’s ever laughed with me, got excited to see me, joked with me and were curious about me—that’s what I actually care about. I don’t really care that much about likes, getting pinned or gaining followers.

I would like it more if the dih is long and thick though. I just want to appreciate dihs and to entertain people who loved having me around.

Even if the followers are 0, 5, 10,... to 400, 500, 1k, 2k, etc, I would still be me: suck those dihs and express my horne through words.

BUT.

Thank you. Seriously. Thank you all, a thousand times over, and then infinitely more. You guys have made this weird little corner of the internet feel surprisingly warm (and weirder... I like it). It feels like I’ve built up a whole neighborhood by walking in the same path again and again and again lol.

If you have any questions, leave them in the comments.

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Hopefully I’ll still be sober enough to answer before another attractive fictional man appears on my screen. Hell, I might lose some followers because of this post, but yall won’t stop me getting them D+++ 👹 NEVER!!!

Update: I have deleted a few things in some parts because I realized those information was unnecessary. So to the people that have already read them, nah, you didn’t. You didn’t see anything—