Baby Princess 3D

I would be lying if I said I wasn't giddy with excitement over the Baby Princess 3D OVA. I mean, I thought it would have been impossible to top Sister Princess' buffet spread of nubile little girls, but it seems I was proven wrong.
The Day I Became A Man

Folks, it is no secret that I love mai waifu Rinko as if she was my one and only waifu. However, despite being lovers, I am somewhat ashamed to admit that we have never went beyond skinship, occasionally leading to some intimate snuggling and kissing at best. Folks, you know me as pious and honourable person, which is why I mustered all the willpower and denseness from every male harem leads in existence to abstain from making love to mai waifu until our wedding night. Unfortunately, that day came a lot sooner than expected.
Mother’s Day

“What... what are you doing....?”
Nothing I just thought I'd tell you that I love you...
“...It's 3 in the morning, what's wrong with you?”
Nothing mom I-
“What are you planning to do? ... ARE YOU GOING TO KILL YOURSELF?!?”
NO MOM. I-
“I already saw those clothes in the back of your closet... just because you're gay... it doesn't matter, I still love you.. You don't have to hide it anymore...”
You saw... you went through my stuff?!?
“Your room was messy, I was only cleaning a bit and I saw them... the skirts... the stockings... the u-underwear...”
But those are... I mean.... I-
“It's okay....”
I-... Happy Mother’s Day mom...
Having a crossdressing fetish in a conversative Chinese family is difficult. I thought my parents were pretty liberal by letting me have a waifu and all that, but I guess they draw the line at me wanting to be a little girl. Or not, I can't tell anymore.
P.S Totally spoiled for choice for this year's crossplaying plans. Seems there a number of people who would like to see me take on Manma, which is fitting, considering how much of a creepy beta male Yukiatsu is.
Children’s Day

Folks, it is no secret that I like children. Even as a wee lad back in the day, I would more often than not favour the younger cast members in the anime I watched, and this remains unchanged even till today. However, in this time and age, my fondness for the little ones is misconstrued to be malicious in nature. In order to dispel some of that prejudice, I would like to take this opportunity to celebrate Children's Day, by listing five of my favourite children in Japanese cartoons.
Ar Tonelico Qoga: Knell of Ar Ciel

Reyvateil control. Stripping control. Song magic control. Diving control. Everything is monitored, and kept under control. Nudity has changed. The age of the clothed has become the age of the nude.
All in the name of fanservice for the masses. And he who controls the stripping, controls history. Nudity has changed. When the stripping is under total control, nudity... becomes routine.
Plight of the Osana Najimi

Gaze your eyes upon this visage before you, folks. Cease everything and observe. The expression of shock, despair, and a beautiful yet timid helplessness that hides behind her strained features. This is the face of the childhood friend. This is what every single harem in Japanese cartoon history is built upon, what it advocates, because of the indecisiveness of the harem lead poorly passed off as "denseness".
The look that only lasted mere seconds, forgotten by most, brought stinging tears to my eyes; tears she herself could not express because of her own strength of character and the feelings he could only guess at. That she could only guess at.
Most of you would laugh at her face; "STATUS: Told □ Really Told □ Tic-Tac-Told ☑", you scoff, while others ship their own parings. I begrudge not of you! I begrudge those who know her as the childhood friend, and so their perceptions are fixed in stone! "The childhood friend never wins". "To hell!" I say, with conventions and those who look at her face and say "It Can't Be Helped!"
Folks, I ask of you. Do not judge the childhood friend. Spend a moment to look at her face ,that extra second the show just would not spare, instead spent on France's breasts and other fanservice scenes, and feel something for her. Continue hating her, if you will, for her desperate abuse of someone she loves, her attitude, her archetype, or have your heart opened to something you never saw before. I only request, nay, plead - that you spend an extra second considering her. Love her, hate her. I won't say which, it could be either, in my case as well. But look into those eyes, into that soul, and see more than she is being forced to be. Do not forget the childhood friend. She will never forget you.
It can be helped.
In other news, I just received this (you damn Chinks know what that is, and yes that's my name in Chinkrunes) from mai osana najimi whom I have not seen in FIFTEEN YEARS. Out of nowhere I get an invitation to the wedding? The pathetic thing is that is the only reason I even got the card is because my grandmother and mai osana najimi's obaachan are friends, which is also exactly why I can't decline ffffffffffff The whole ceremony's going to feel like one huge fucking NTR fest, and there's nothing I can do about it. This is nothing like my Japanese animes
P.S I still love China even though she is officially an obsolete character now. 你就是我的唯一
Amagami Challenge Status
As the clock struck the twelfth hour, I knew I had lost the challenge yet again. Maybe next year. Maybe.
P.S Merry Christmas!
Ore no Meido Shin Konna ni Kimoi Wake ga Nai

Folks, it is no secret that I am a faggot. That is why I strive to push the boundaries of my faggotry to great heights in order to become a faggot like no one ever was. The opportunity to up the ante of my faggotry levels presented itself in a form of maid outfit loaned to me by a cabal of self-styled trolls, led by the ubiquitous Eighteenth Guest.

