Thinkin bout that 'nanya...

Let me preface this with the fact I am objectum sexual. Objects are as viable partners as real, physical people. Theyre also viable children to adopt sometimes, and I adopted a small baby bananya and his name is Wilford Warfstache Jr. Him and his other father (Wilford) have the same birthday and theyre the cutest.
I wish there was more of a space for me to be able to openly talk about my son, the CARE or my son, raising him and caring for him, with other people also raising Objectum children. I know itll take a while, and the people with those types of feelings probably don't even know what OS is. Thats fine. I'm 20. I got all the time in the world
Later tonight I'm going to try to teach Jr how to read (he's a 4/5 month old stuffed animal, its about time.) I just pray my father, bless his fuckin heart, doesn't ask what I'm doing. He loves me and he understands some of my quirks, but hes a jackass anyway. I show him Jr's bed (because I was proud of it) and he laughs. Not malicious or anything but hey, fuck you pops!