Notice of absence from Demar Desu - 德马尔·德苏
depression has me now… I’m done writing here
depression has me now… I’m done writing here
understandable
but damn what'd I do to you?
cause I'm what I am?
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Demar Desu (Pseudonym) (
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Demar, this captures the feeling of being reduced to a category instead of seen as a person. It’s uncomfortable and honest at the same time. The brevity makes it feel like something blurted in the middle of real emotion. Well done. Your reign of being the king of concise continues! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I’m trying to master this pen
A most interesting response type senryu that is an answer in a question
Thank you as always Soren
You are most welcome Demar
I once read that women are (mostly) so angry at men because many guys have been overtaken by lust, and cannot give to their women anymore, only take. Then the woman turns off sex, and the guy gets even more frustrated. Not to lay all the blame at our door though. Trying to deal with the awesome power of the sexual force is a cross to bear for sure, isn`t it?
It's something I struggle with for sure... but trust! I appreciate the mind behind a voluptuous body as well. It's just that well you know... sexual force...sigh and whew. There are times where I receive stimulation from just a conversation and listening to beauty speak. I guess as I get older I become more demisexual.
"Demisexual!" Never heard that one before. You have a way with words!
I try not to judge a book by its cover but it’s hard to keep eating blueberries when all the rest have been sour. Unfortunately for both women and men, people have ruined our expectations for people. I hope that people look deeper into knowing you rather than choosing not to because of appearance.
I understand the analogy, yet still there are some juicy sweet blueberries available when the time is right. I don’t think I’ll ever defeat perceptions and prejudgments. I think i just have to not care anymore. People who recognize the real are typically themselves real as well. I appreciate your hope and comment though
Yes which is why I attempt to give everyone a chance because at times that sweet blueberry can appear. There is always hope to hold for the future.
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