>>24689051 (OP)
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You know, I think those women who read that romantic/fantasy smut where they get fucked by massive gargoyles and other monsters are in pretty much the same headspace as that guy on r*ddit who thought he had a scat fetish and really wanted to try it out. Just as the moment when a massive turd from a prostitute hit that guy's open mouth, the fantasy shattered instantly, I imagine that if much of these women ever actually found themselves with a ten inch vampire-dragon rod inserted into every hole, the illusion would collapse in the same way.
Because that's the thing: fantasy and reality aren't the same terrain. People can be aroused by extreme or bizarre scenarios in imagination precisely because imagination suspends consequences. There's no pain, no disgust, no physical impossibility when it's all in your head. But the moment you drag those fantasies into real life, the visceral reality kicks in, awkward, uncomfortable, absurd, sometimes outright revolting. What seemed intoxicating in the mind often turns out grotesque in the flesh. The scat example is an extreme case, but the same applies across the spectrum of monster smut, tentacle kinks, or whatever else: most people don't actually want the physical reality of their fantasies.
The deeper point here is that loneliness, isolation and frustration warp desire. It's not that people are inherently depraved; it's that when they're cut off from genuine intimacy, their imagination starts filling the void in ever more exaggerated ways. They convince themselves that only the strangest or most transgressive scenario could satisfy them, when really what they're craving is the opposite of exotic, a hug, a kiss, the warmth of being recognized and wanted. Sexuality isn't just raw instinct; it's deeply tied to psychology, unmet needs and escapism. And when those needs are neglected, fantasy becomes a distorted mirror of longing.
I think the majority of people are relatively "vanilla" and enjoy normal, regular sexual activities. It's just that loneliness fucks with their brains so badly that they start mistaking shadows for substance. Beneath the gargoyles and dragons and absurdly oversized appendages, or the endless stream of pornography men consume with its MILF, interracial, incest and other weird categories, what they're really searching for is closeness, tenderness and the simple comfort of being held.
