Khorax Q Gator's backstory. in the late 90s, He was a guard in an Aztec expy Furry fantasy setting who ran afoul of the head sorcerer. Said sorcerer increased his strength, lowered his intellect ant brainwashed him to be a sex slave. He escaped using a mystic sword that cursed him with immortality.

I don't have a lot planned for Khogust. I don't really have the means to get a bunch of art, but I'll be in New York for my 45th bday (with brief stops in the city proper), and taking off quite a bit from work so I can chillax to the max.

HAPPY KHOGUST FIRST! How ya boys doin? Just the big thick slab of gatr Dad here, wishing you a happy month of celebration of the big bad Dad himself. A blast from the VERY past.

I had a bad brain chemistry night. I’m trying to be better. I wish I could afford therapy.

Just one more day until KHOGUST

Maybe I'll get fucking zonked this weekend and shown horny things to get hard to.

Serious talk: I'm very grateful for all the good people whom have come into my life, and the outpouring of warmth and kindness. I get paranoia, mostly because I don't always read people well, and that has made me easy to manipulate. Specifically, I tend to ignore my own needs.

I need a Sleepytime themed badge for ANE in January, I'd want something celestial / star themed.

I imagine Kho's IC Dad to be a big sleazy trucker / trailer trash type with no modesty and poor boundaries.

I have the day off and no real plans. I'm a little achy, but I'm okay. I'll likely spend the day chilling out and playing games.

I've been playing a lot of Avowed lately. I really love these first person games. It's actually really good. There's a lot of exploration. Combat is fast and fluid. I'm playing a stealth archer and I still have to be strategic.

I want to feel valid, a part of something outside of me, loved as if I were family, and supported like the day-to-day matters. I want an opportunity to heal this vacant pit in my heart.

Oh! You know what will cheer me up? Working on my tabletop map. Oh. The shitty-ass crayola colored pencils are shittier than they were when I was younger, the lead breaking easily, colors faint unless I really press hard. *sighs* Depression increased.

Having some thoughts that's making me depressed.

You know? Not having debt would be a really awesome 45 year birthday present.

Related question: when you're given service, is the service itself the reward for the sub, or is there some anticipated reward for a job well done. I want to treat folks right.

I love being in a Leather Dad mood. I wanna be serviced and worshipped and preened over, but not necessarily sexually. Get me drinks, feed me snacks, rub my sore muscles. Snuggle, kiss, rub and chill. These things are more important to me than pure sex.

I can’t believe I’m a leather Daddy

I haven't done any work on my setting and I really should soon. Probably this weekend. I'm taking my time with it. I have most of it worked out. Just need to do the actual work of putting it down.

I have no idea what I want for my 45th birthday. So much of my time and energy have been spent trying to catch up on finances. I'm slowly whittling away at it, and the little bits of occasional help has been doing wonders, but I'm still a ways away.

My feet are killing me.

Today wore me the fuck out. Good lord.

Idea: hypnotizing Kho to be a big leather hypno dom Daddy with a constant need to brainwash.

I’m really good at business like or acquaintance level interaction. I’m unexperienced with other kinds, so I can be awkward when things get real. I misinterpret cues, I overshare, I fumble. There’s an uncertainty I can suddenly become aware of

Kho shoving your face into his pit; the smell is so strong it fries your brain. You wake up days later, skunk tail behind you. You're constantly aroused, especially around 'Dad', the only word thought when around the big skunk. The more time you spend around him, the more new memories surface.

Still I carry this feeling When you walked into my house You won't be walking out the door.

Hold on If love is the you're home

As I get older, I think we could all stand to be just a little kinder to other people, especially when they're dealing with the fallout from the cruel and careless parts of modern society.

Children, if you are under 30, you do not get to talk to me as if you know what is normal and strange. Your brain is still developing, and it's very unlikely that you have any real understanding in the greater world. I get you're trying to assert importance, but ignorance is a sign of weakness.

I slept SO FUCKING GOOD last night. Holy FUCK.