"The good thing with a loss is that it comes with a realisation."
-Deca OTA.
Or was he not the one who even said that?
Artists have song writers but still,
It's interesting.
What is it I realised during the time I lost time?
…
Following the flesh,
I weakened my spirit and followed my lust.
The realisation that I came across is that this path is dark.
It's shameful as Job says.
It takes you to a deep valley where the spirits of evil descend upon you.
Some may hear their voices, others may just feel their presence.
It's eerie, the presence that falls upon a man who follows the trap of lust.
The numbness that slowly swallows a woman of God.
It starts in her mind.
Her decision to follow her pleasure.
I have said it many times and I'll say it again.
I may not be a lesbian, I am not attracted to females.
But I know what they can do; I know what they can give.
The comfort that a man may be too selfish to give. Too prideful to admit that he does not know how to please; how to pleasure.
I am not gay.
But I love pleasure.
All kinds of pleasure.
My flesh is never satisfied and I realise that through it's lack of satisfaction,
I have a choice to become it's slave or me it's master.
...
Interesting right.
Referring to my body as if it were not my own.
As if it where an enemy, merciless killer.
The one that draws you and I apart.
No matter what the world may think.
The pleasure we give this body will never lead us on the right path.
It can never lead us on the right path.
It's physically impossible.
Call it self hatred, self loathing.
No.
It's the loss that came with the realisation.
The realisation that
Pleasure can never satisfy this destitute part of me.
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 7:35 PM UTC
"The good thing with a loss is that it comes with a realisation."
-Deca OTA.
Or was he not the one who even said that?
Artists have song writers but still,
It's interesting.
What is it I realised during the time I lost time?
…
Following the flesh,
I weakened my spirit and followed my lust.
The realisation that I came across is that this path is dark.
It's shameful as Job says.
It takes you to a deep valley where the spirits of evil descend upon you.
Some may hear their voices, others may just feel their presence.
It's eerie, the presence that falls upon a man who follows the trap of lust.
The numbness that slowly swallows a woman of God.
It starts in her mind.
Her decision to follow her pleasure.
I have said it many times and I'll say it again.
I may not be a lesbian, I am not attracted to females.
But I know what they can do; I know what they can give.
The comfort that a man may be too selfish to give. Too prideful to admit that he does not know how to please; how to pleasure.
I am not gay.
But I love pleasure.
All kinds of pleasure.
My flesh is never satisfied and I realise that through it's lack of satisfaction,
I have a choice to become it's slave or me it's master.
...
Interesting right.
Referring to my body as if it were not my own.
As if it where an enemy, merciless killer.
The one that draws you and I apart.
No matter what the world may think.
The pleasure we give this body will never lead us on the right path.
It can never lead us on the right path.
It's physically impossible.
Call it self hatred, self loathing.
No.
It's the loss that came with the realisation.
The realisation that
Pleasure can never satisfy this destitute part of me.
