I paused the billing and new memberships on the page until June 7th.
I need a little break to recharge my inspiration muscle.
Lately, while watching my regular instagram bimbos, the content would leave me more sad than happy... I was seeing mostly desperate women, lonely girls, addicted to attention, promoting their lame OFs where the evidence of their loneliness is even more obvious. And that's not mentioning, more and more botched surgeries, makeup fails, the excessive product placements. Some of the magic was gone.
So I've been questioning myself... Maybe I've seen so many perfect bodies that I'm getting picky and snob? Maybe I forgot that behind the perfect image, there are costs. It's definitely easier to draw one than to become one (bimbo). Or maybe my "horny hormone" levels are just running low at the moment and the situation will self regulate.
But fear not, my love of fake dolls, overdone plastic beauty is genuine and deep. I see bimbofication as a form of empowerment, a loving visual message to the world, reminding it that life literally comes from beauty and sexuality, that we should be happy to see it embodied, now that humans have the tools to boost these attributes... so why not enjoy the good vibes.
This is all to say I still dream of bimbo dolls. I still love to see amazing before-after transformations and upgrades. I still appreciate bimbofication stories where bimbo super powers disrupt the world and make it a better place.
I'm curious to know : How is your bimbo appetite these days?