The hardest thing for me right now is showing the sweet part of my personality. (Patreon)

These little ears on my head: Ihad to force myself to post photos with them on Instagram, where everyone can see that I look cute. I immediately associate that with childish behavior, immaturity. I feel ashamed.

I can't accept it. I'm always the grown-up one: sexy, serious, smart, decisive.

And this…
it feels vulnerable and weak, silly, immature, infantile.

Because of that, I can't even let myself buy soft toys, even if I want to- my brain immediately goes, “childish.” I can't buy pajamas with bears or bunnies, even if I find them cute. The only “cute” thing I own are these ears, and even those are hard for me to deal with.

(The plush dick doesn’t count, I won that at a carnival.)