I want to be unashamed of what I want I want to be told what to do I want to be useful I want to be used I want to make art I want to perform I want to be art I want to be canvas I want to be a block of marble I want to be molded into something special I want my desires presented to the masses I don’t want this to hurt I want to feel desired I want to be horny I want to be leered at I want to be presented I want to be out of my own head I want to be forced to do the things I want to do I want my shame washed away by the desire of others I don’t want to be guarded with my feelings I want to be loud I want to depersonalize I want to feel not think I don’t want to lose the life I have I want to know if I can have both

Hi there, my name is Will. Thanks for clicking. Hope you liked the poem; I don’t know how I felt about writing it. I don’t actually know why I wrote this for DPP, I’m not really looking to feel dirty. The opposite in fact. I want to feel better about the things I am into (heavy submission, exhibition, bisexuality, open relationships, abdl) and have someone to talk to. I live with my fiancé and her parents. As one may expect, this is not great for our love life. We can’t afford to move out, but mentally I’m struggling with having to stay. It feels like everything I have is tied to this relationship and I don’t want it to end but I am on the verge of tears like once a week because I don’t feel like I can be myself. To be clear, I don’t think it’s my fiancé’s fault at all. She is just trying to keep her folks happy as they have been letting us live there rent free for over a year now. Part of me feels like I might be posting here so she’ll see it and get mad and take the choice away from me entirely. I just wanna feel ok again. I’ll delete this if it’s against the rules. Or probably in a few hours anyway. Thanks for listening.