The internet is an odd creature, spawned by the human urge to connect and be rampant fucking sluts. You could spend years (as I have) Scrolling through the eternal pits of the web and still find new and exciting things daily, odd and scary things too but its worth it in my eyes thank god for the portable camera, we now document so much of out existence, do you think one day historians will look back curiously at us? do you think historians will even exist? or will we be our own demise, either way I hope to preserve the unabashed horniness of the internet in some way so that future generations understand my point of view and love of the phallic appendage, I also would love to have some miniature library of alexandria type shabang where I archived gay erotica, photographic, video and literature. I do wonder if anyone else cares as much as I do about these things, when I die will all my work be thrown into a dumpster? or will another derranged whore take the torch from me and continue on Will I be able to haunt them? so I can make sure they do it right? I think I would be a great candidate for being immortal as I would spend all of my lengthy years pursuing penis enlargement surgery and breast augmentation as well as archiving tons and tons of homosexual erotica, who knows! maybe I'd run out of big dicks and have to start archiving lesbian stuff too!! archival snatch munching and all that.

I also love the old web as a whole, back when the internet wasn't corparately sanatized and made to be a minimalist hellscape full of ai generated ads telling me to switch service providers or sign up for online therapy with a chatbot. I miss the era of the internet where it was generated, created, curated and made for PEOPLE, individual, unique and often insane people who needed a creative outlet to show themselves as they truly are. That's maybe the main reason I work on this site so fervently, It is by all means my magnum opus in life, its a curated collection of everything ME. Nobody else is going to do it so why shoudlnt I kind of mentality. That is of course unless I get obscenely famous and then I expect you all to write biographys about me while I sip on my vodka redbull and smoke flavoured cigarettes, my fav flavours being Blueberry and cherry by the way, write that down for your gift lists. In all seriousness the world is far too bland nowadays so we must in our own form of rebellion show our truest most fucked up selves and just exist, as our existence is a problem for them, and the more problems they have the happier I am. On a completely different note, I really enjoy collecting things, paintings, knick knacks, etc, I consider my room a miniature museum, I wish I could open up a museum, emporium maybe? for the public, I Probably will one day