And I think the only way you can prevent me from doing that is inviting someone I don’t classify as entrusted enough to see me shamelessly do such moves.

Wait. Did I say that out loud? Oh shit. Well, some girls here love yaoi. LET’S SAY I’M THEIR MALE COUNTERPART THEN.

I mean, ok, I’ve never been there, so I can’t actually realise, and it’s a wonderful town (at least how it’s depicted in American films, because French TV series show a different city altogether), but I don’t understand the appeal. Sure, I’d love to go there one day, because there’s stuff to see, and it’s the capital, and I’ve got a classmate who doesn’t get that I don’t get the appeal, but…

I really don’t know, Paris, to me, is not a city that’s like the city I would visit because “hey, looks like a mighty fine town, dude”. Furthermore, there’s an ongoing rivalry between the town where I’m from and Paris, so I take huge risks in going there. Like really. My accent betrays me even when I’m hiding it under layers and layers of Parisian accent.

Can someone explain me, outside from the usual “PARIS IS THE CITY OF LOVE” because Venice is a fucking lot more romantic than Paris to me, why you would want to go to Paris (Cause the only interest I see in going to Paris is DI$N€YLAND PARIS, and still I have PortAventura at like, what, some 200kms from my village and it’s a lot cheaper - ALSO, I have the Cité de Carcassonne at not even 20kms and it’s damn free to visit)?

I mean, half of the words I say are expletives. And I’m not even fucking sorry.

But some other times, it can be really enjoyable, I mean, some of the R34 I’ve seen is not that bad. Sure, you’ll never see me enjoy it more than saying, ‘Oh, that’s well drawn’, but still. Most often, R34 means hardcore sex. And I understand it, because drawing is a way to let your feelings out, even though I struggle to condone it. But sometimes, it really conveys the pleasure the characters are taking.

Wait.

Did I just say that I actually enjoyed R34 sometimes? Because it happens. Not as often as I’d want to, unfortunately. Because I feel potential, sometimes. But easily-perverted potential. That’s sad.

I realised some weeks ago that I just cannot handle an overload of adorableness.

Needless to say that I spend half of my classes with my hands struggling one against the other, one clinging to my face, and the other trying to pull it off.

But I think you might already know that.