❤️ The Shy Pervert Blog ❤️ [Entry One] [Welcome to My Blog] (Patreon)

So, there’s something peculiar about me that I feel we ought to establish. I love to connect with people, but at a distance.

I love offering snippets of thought, feeling, excitement, passion, and whatever else a true degenerate can feel, and then setting them free into the Wild West that is the internet. I love being able to do this whilst I’ve just gotten out of the shower, whilst my boob falls out from the towel, whilst my dog is licking leftover shaving cream from my legs. I love being able to do that, whilst I am still perfectly safe in my own little life.

Maybe this is because I want my cake and eat it too, maybe it’s the fallout of a traumatic childhood, or maybe it’s just what works for me. I’m not a psychologist or even particularly intelligent, but at the end of the day, does it really matter? To me, not so much. What matters is that, hopefully, somebody out there relates, responds, or even just feels slightly less alone by reading the stuff that I post.

And if that’s the case, then I’m a little more hopeful about making this blog.

So, with that out of the way, my name is Tea, and I am The Shy Pervert.

So, if you’re new here, you might be wondering why I’ve coined myself The Shy Pervert? Well, essentially, I make audio porn, but I am also a deeply private person. Okay, I don’t just make audio porn, I make SFW role-plays too, but a good portion is still porn. And in all honesty, I never thought that would be an option for me. Not only because it’s not the most conventional job in the world, but also because I don’t think of myself as the most sexual person. I do have sex and I enjoy it, but I have a bit of a complicated relationship with sex, as well. And frankly, don’t we all? Sex, when looked at in a non-sexual context, is really, really weird.

You mean, you put that in where? Ew! You hump each other, stick your tongues in each other’s mouths and make groaning animal calls? FUCKING EW!

So, given this, isn’t it natural that it’s not always the most comfortable thing to feel or talk about? Just like how some people subscribe to the idea of sexual fluidity with regards to orientation, I myself subscribe to the idea of sexual interest as a thing in flux. Sometimes you feel really positive about sex, sometimes you feel incredibly turned-on and just more vibrant because of it, even in a non-sexual setting. But then other times you not only have a lack of interest, but even an aversion or sense of disgust when imagining yourself in sexual situations.

And from what I can see, that makes perfect sense. We as people are rarely just one thing: we’re not just happy or sad or despondent or nervous, we’re a collection of many different parts that often operate all at the same time, sometimes working in tandem, but more often not. So, why would sexuality be any different than any other part? Well, for me, it isn’t. It’s something that changes, flexes, grows, and shrivels, and I am, for the most part, really okay with that. If anything, perhaps this complexity gives us the ability to empathise with one another about subjects that aren’t always easy to talk about. Or at least that’s what I’ve found when making the content that I do.

So, yes, I have a complicated relationship with sex, but in many ways, I see that as an advantage to both myself and my job. I can connect to the vulnerability of sex, the awkwardness of being intimate, and sometimes even the utter dread of being naked with another person. I was sexually abused as a child, and I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t shaped me. It has, and whilst I’d never want to frame sexual abuse as some necessary evil that makes you stronger, I really do think I’ve made a conscious effort not to let it sink me. I’ve had a lot of things happen to me, and in all honesty, I’ve just had enough of it.

So, years ago, I made a choice - I was going to have a relationship with sex. I was going to have a real relationship with sex. I was going to be honest, to say when I don’t want it, when it wasn’t so good, when I needed more foreplay, when it made me feel like a scared seven-year old who didn’t know what was happening. And I was going to take all this and put it into something, I was going to spread the word that, “it’s okay to feel desire and shame and fear and like it’s all a little too much”. And somehow, by doing whatever I was going to do, I was going to make people feel a little less weird about sex and relationships. And that choice, dear internet strangers, has manifested in many different ways, including me pretending to have sex with an anthropomorphic octopus.

So, perhaps, I am a little more qualified (sexual) than I first thought.

And perhaps that is just another reason to write this blog. In all honesty, I’d just love to carve out a place where people feel a little more heard and a little less judged. And hopefully, this blog can be that place.

I don’t know what exactly what’ll happen with this blog. There will be no great plot, no meticulous thesis, just sincere thoughts and the desire to share them with strangers.

So, if I rush to a judgement on anything on here, please know it’s not my intention. As empathetic and wide scoped as we try to be, I can only give my take on things. If my take doesn’t fit with yours that’s absolutely fine. I am not trying to convince anyone to think like me. I’m just offering my two degenerate cents and hoping to do some good along the way. And that’s really all there is to it.

Everything else is preference, and we’re all entitled to that.

So, welcome to my blog. Let’s see what happens.

Best wishes,

Tea