Never actually thought of it...

[azure_mischief]

...but, compared to many, I’m being spoiled rotten.

I never even had to “open up” about things, or hide anything from people - be it at home or not. Don’t remembering anyone to bat an eye at my 8-years-old self tracing (or drawing… well, tried to - those were first attempts to actually draw and not just doodle) and hanging around portraits of Tom from Tоm & Jеrry and other toon cats, each with a belly the size of a basketball or slightly bigger. Cats are cute; well-nourished cats are twice as cute. The love towards this topic just always have been and goes on being to this day, with only the circle of characters expanding. I may not want any unsolicited third party to get involved where they plain don’t belong, because most of the stuff I’m into is for chosen, trusted ones - but that’s a different story.

Nor did I have to hide from anyone when fell in love with a muppet spirit. Those few who wished me “grow up and choose an actual human guy” quickly vanished into oblivion. People who know - my own aunt and a couple of coworkers included - are completely okay with it (aunt even congrats Zeli and me on every anniversary).

Some also know I’m into cartoon bellies, and are just as okay with it - even genuinely find them cute (for which I thank them a lot, because honest, with today’s society being that hellbent on looking for fеtishes where there isn’t any, finding a mind that pure is extremely rare). Some, like the wonderful toy maker I’ve got to know in 2021, come to like bellies almost just as much and for the same reason: coziness.

I’ve got nothing to run away from - because never had an aim to create a threat out of nothing in the first place - and, frankly speaking, don’t get “sin”, “кinк” and whatever else words people tend to call their own harmless pleasures similar to mine and pretend to shame themselves. Or the need to constantly be sorry for existence of yourself and your quirks. (That seems to be the most correct term for what I have, so gonna use it from now on.)

I mean, people. Fellow fiends.

Your quirks are your home element, is all.

Others may join you in this element, but whether they will swim along with you or drown, depends only on them.

If they make you happy, let them be. Let them flow along with your life. Have enough skill to tell or show it in a way that will both be clear to the beholder and have a response in people’s hearts.

Simple as that.