The Himbo Fantasy
a month ago
This is not a good morning. Despite that, the sun still rises, we are alive, and we are still ourselves.
The die is cast. I was anxious to the point of becoming physically ill, but that's when I spoke with my dad. We both realized, through a conversation that went into the wee hours, that no good would come from fretting about things we have no control over. Later on
a-nova told me that worrying is like paying a debt that you don't owe, and he couldn't have been more right.
Do whatever you need to. Take a day off. Play games. Eat some comfort food. Go for a walk. Hug a loved one. Have a long conversation with someone you trust. Knuckle down and work. Everyone's needs will be a little different. What slackened my throat and calmed my stomach was the moment I decided to focus on the things I could control: My conduct and my relationships.
Still, last night did demonstrate one thing: That whole Himbo thing? I get it now. At least, I think I do. If you've ever had your brain mutiny on you and wreak havoc on your body, you've probably wished you had the ability to switch it off, or at least dumb it down until your worries went away.
So we arrive at the question of the journal: What is it you enjoy most about himbos? Or do you dislike them? Got any favorites? Got any... pictures of them? Perhaps if we discuss what we find so appealing about dumb handsome galoots we can vicariously experience their simplicity and find some inner peace in this trying time.
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Track: I Melt With You
Artist: Modern English
Album: After the Snow
Year: 1982
The die is cast. I was anxious to the point of becoming physically ill, but that's when I spoke with my dad. We both realized, through a conversation that went into the wee hours, that no good would come from fretting about things we have no control over. Later on
a-nova told me that worrying is like paying a debt that you don't owe, and he couldn't have been more right. Do whatever you need to. Take a day off. Play games. Eat some comfort food. Go for a walk. Hug a loved one. Have a long conversation with someone you trust. Knuckle down and work. Everyone's needs will be a little different. What slackened my throat and calmed my stomach was the moment I decided to focus on the things I could control: My conduct and my relationships.
Still, last night did demonstrate one thing: That whole Himbo thing? I get it now. At least, I think I do. If you've ever had your brain mutiny on you and wreak havoc on your body, you've probably wished you had the ability to switch it off, or at least dumb it down until your worries went away.
So we arrive at the question of the journal: What is it you enjoy most about himbos? Or do you dislike them? Got any favorites? Got any... pictures of them? Perhaps if we discuss what we find so appealing about dumb handsome galoots we can vicariously experience their simplicity and find some inner peace in this trying time.
*****
Track: I Melt With You
Artist: Modern English
Album: After the Snow
Year: 1982
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And being horny as fuck helps with that on top of it.
It’s the ultimate fantasy for me to have someone like that who can almost surround me with that feeling of security while being incredibly soft and caring in their treatment of me—but who can also throw me around sexually if they want to.
Just someone who is strong and kind.
That makes it more believable to me when a big dummy that's also a big softie is a dinosaur or a pokemon or a mythic monster or a fluffy animal.
The love interest, Amicus, is a himbo. He's dumb as a rock, makes stupid mistakes, but you can see he tries his darn best. Can't not love him
As someone on the autism spectrum, sometimes - not always, with some people I can be extremely perceptive - it can be difficult for me to "get" social cues and indirect hints. I very much prefer when someone is blunt with me and tells me how things are without dancing around the point (in my country we say people like that "call bread and wine for what they are", I think in English it's "to call a spade a spade"?) so I definitely appreciate sincerity and frankness, and I'm sure a himbo would have such characteristics while also being very gentle and caring.
As for my favorite himbo, well, he's in my profile picture. xD
I always enjoy a good tf where a jerky dude turns into a simple, happier, more kind gay himbo. Classic.
But yeah, being able to turn your brain off can be great sometimes. I would say I want that power, but I would probably end up abusing it.
I've had a lot of issues personally with femme presenting individuals or typical femme folk, and "men" have always been a weird sort of comfort.
Give me that knight, sure of his convictions to protect and serve the ones he loves. Give me the spouse who would dote on his beloved. Give me the broad wall of muscle and security, who can raise me up and make the rest of the world melt away. Give me that fool hardy optimism. Tell me that it's all going to be alright, because I know I am safe.