Arthaus: When you grow up

 Arthaus: an exercise in mockery


'When I grow up, I need to be a fine, upstanding citizen of society.'

That's right, I'll be a fine, upstanding citizen of society. I'll be a good person. I'll be one of those persons you see taking the subway to work at a reputable perhaps financial institution everyday. I'll be one of those persons who walks by the beggar on the street, and instead of kicking them, I'd drop some change in their cups, if I have any to spare. I'll be one of those who, when I get to work, obtain a huge sense of satisfaction in taking out my laptop, and begin drawing up plans on how to take money from other fine, upstanding citizens. I'll bury my head in my work, spend about 12 hours, skipping lunch, so I have change for the beggars, so that I can complete my marketing design on the latest financial product that would get other citizens to invest, such that they would get minimal returns, while I take the money that they hand over to quadruple my capital. How's that for a tagline: 'Quadruple your capital! Bank on this bank! EY does not lie!' And then when I've submitted my plan to my superiors, who will claim all the credit for my 12 hours of work, I will take the subway home, picking up a falafel on the way home, watch netflix so I have a topic of conversation with my co-workers, before I fall asleep on the couch with popcorn on my lap like a fine, upstanding citizen of society.

I'll be a good person. I promise that when I grow up, I will keep my sexual tendencies in check. I would never be one of those persons that go around flashing other people - are you nuts? - I don't do that. I would never expose myself in an unwanted setting, I would never show my sexual tendencies to anyone. I would never mentally undress a girl I pass by on the subway, nor will I ever attempt to gaze at a girl in a lustful manner. That's beyond me. All that has to be stuffed into this face mask that I wear. Until I get home and take it off that is. That's when I pull the curtains down, pull out my binoculars and wait for 6pm when my neighbour gets home and starts undressing. That usually gets me hard, but it's over too quick, so I'd take out my laptop and my lotion, and I'd plug in my headphones - surround sound - and have last night's Japanese game show running on in the background while I jerk myself. The gameshow is over in about an hour, but that won't be enough, so then I'll start looking through the fetishes. BDSM, feet, saliva, asmr, anything that isn't vanilla will be right up my ally. But I can't cum, not until I get validation from someone. So usually what happens is I edge myself until my neighbour comes to the window to water the plants, which she does after dinner, which is around 8pm. So by now if you're counting I have a good two hours in, and the release feels amazing. And the next day when I go out, I have my facemask back on. I'm a fine, upstanding citizen of society. I would never be one of those persons that go around flashing other people - are you nuts? I don't do that on the streets.

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8/8/19 12:06 AM

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