I know it sounds confusing.. that I might be a new age whatever the fuck that means author. My voice, my words, my images are my ink and the web is my paper. If you want real get off the internet, go outside. What you see online is a poor indication of the world. That means everything is but a story online. That is something you can debate I am sure. What you can't debate is I likely don't have 13+ personalities, I can't do magic, nor am I from a parallel reality. BTW my cats are not gods. You could not share the real stories of life in anything but fiction. People love to rejoice in the flaws of others too much. People are so quick to judge and never look deeper. They want simple answers, someone to blame, something tangible and thus if I were to tell you the stories of my life I would get crucified before I could finish. Even worse is I would end up sharing stories that are not mine to share. It is fine for me to talk about some manly conquest cause I am a guy.. but what about that girl.. what about how it would make her look if I shared it using her real hair color, name, eyes, place she lived, height... I am not stupid mate. I don't want to get my dick cut off and I don't want to cause others stress in terms of ex's. Believe me I have done enough of that already. What is real and what is fiction then?
The emotion is real, the pain, the lessons, the insight. The name, the place and identifying information is stripped away and replaced with who they became in my mind. When you get older you start to understand how the past you remember is never the past that actually happened. I can't give you the real stories in my life with all the details correct. I like my dick.
Plus I already lived that life.. why would I want to rehash it exactly the same. the internet is not real.. just stupid people who think that.. you are not stupid.. maybe you are.. I might be stupid.. we are all stupid..
I am what I am..its a paradox..