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I don’t know how to type this out. Honestly this is something I should actually be saying to you in a video or something, hiding behind the screen has been part of my problem this whole time, but I guess cowardice is an unstoppable force within my character, so we’re doing it like this. I’m sure with this story and the art style being used in the image above will have given away my other internet persona, but at this point, I can’t be bothered to care anymore. Whether the people on that profile know about Jackson-TFs or not, it won’t stop the guilt and shame from running this profile.

I’ve lost any innocence I had doing Jackson-TFs. Once upon a time, around 8 years ago, I was a young content creator on YouTube. I made videos with plush toys, original shows, shorts and some full length plushie movies. All I wanted to do was make people happy. Over the course of time, I’ve turned from a free-spirited content creator, making what I wanted in hopes that it would put a smile on someone’s face, to being a cartoonist, and a sad, cynical, desperate, shallow pervert that would make whatever could possibly get clicks, even if it was revolting and disturbing. I lost my heart when I started focusing on cartoons, and I turned even worse when I started posting here.

On my cartoon profile, I’m just another generic, dime a dozen bastard. When I’m not making parody cartoons, my originals are just sad, because I’m a sad person. Here, I’m an emotionless creep, I wanted to be a girl so badly I projected it onto the art of strangers, and then after it popped off, I tried to defend it as, “just business.” I haven’t left because this is the most success I’ve seen. Ever. My YouTube channel barely did me any good for the seven years I was on it before coming here, I’m stuck, and I have to defend it even if I really don’t want to. To everyone out there who takes offense to my art, good on you, you’re a normal person calling me out for being a horrible person.

I’m worthless here, my job is to help people masturbate, I’ve made no connections here, nothing on my profile is worthwhile, cozy, comfortable, memorable, soothing, kind, or entertaining, it’s all junk forged from the personal problems of a creepy little kid. I can't be proud of my success here because of what it is, my friends and family can't be happy about it, their disturbed by it, I'm ashamed anywhere else that isn't here. Sometimes I consider posting stuff other than guys growing tits, some calmer, SFW stuff, but I don’t have an audience that would enjoy it, I have popular happenstance due to the subjects of the fetish content. I personally believe I don’t mean anything here.

I don’t know if I can do this anymore, in real life, I truly hate myself, and this profile is a growing reason as to why I hate myself. It makes me wonder if all I’m worth is a little bit of porn, if I'm truly a bad person, and If I’ll ever get to fulfill my lifelong desire to be an entertainer, to put a smile on people’s faces, to help the everyman feel a little better about their lives. I don’t want to be a bad person, I don’t want to be motivated by perversions or mental deficiencies, I don’t want to be a creepy little loser anymore, but maybe that really is all I am, and this is it.

I don’t know. Someday, somehow, I’ll find out if I’m worth anything more. But I don’t know if it’ll be here…

To everyone who has read this far, thank you for sticking around, if I’m wrong about not having an audience, let me know in the comments. I never let you guys know this, but comments are my favorite part of posts, it’s what motivated me more than anything through this past year.

Description

I don’t know how to type this out. Honestly this is something I should actually be saying to you in a video or something, hiding behind the screen has been part of my problem this whole time, but I guess cowardice is an unstoppable force within my character, so we’re doing it like this. I’m sure with this story and the art style being used in the image above will have given away my other internet persona, but at this point, I can’t be bothered to care anymore. Whether the people on that profile know about Jackson-TFs or not, it won’t stop the guilt and shame from running this profile.

I’ve lost any innocence I had doing Jackson-TFs. Once upon a time, around 8 years ago, I was a young content creator on YouTube. I made videos with plush toys, original shows, shorts and some full length plushie movies. All I wanted to do was make people happy. Over the course of time, I’ve turned from a free-spirited content creator, making what I wanted in hopes that it would put a smile on someone’s face, to being a cartoonist, and a sad, cynical, desperate, shallow pervert that would make whatever could possibly get clicks, even if it was revolting and disturbing. I lost my heart when I started focusing on cartoons, and I turned even worse when I started posting here.

On my cartoon profile, I’m just another generic, dime a dozen bastard. When I’m not making parody cartoons, my originals are just sad, because I’m a sad person. Here, I’m an emotionless creep, I wanted to be a girl so badly I projected it onto the art of strangers, and then after it popped off, I tried to defend it as, “just business.” I haven’t left because this is the most success I’ve seen. Ever. My YouTube channel barely did me any good for the seven years I was on it before coming here, I’m stuck, and I have to defend it even if I really don’t want to. To everyone out there who takes offense to my art, good on you, you’re a normal person calling me out for being a horrible person.

I’m worthless here, my job is to help people masturbate, I’ve made no connections here, nothing on my profile is worthwhile, cozy, comfortable, memorable, soothing, kind, or entertaining, it’s all junk forged from the personal problems of a creepy little kid. I can't be proud of my success here because of what it is, my friends and family can't be happy about it, their disturbed by it, I'm ashamed anywhere else that isn't here. Sometimes I consider posting stuff other than guys growing tits, some calmer, SFW stuff, but I don’t have an audience that would enjoy it, I have popular happenstance due to the subjects of the fetish content. I personally believe I don’t mean anything here.

I don’t know if I can do this anymore, in real life, I truly hate myself, and this profile is a growing reason as to why I hate myself. It makes me wonder if all I’m worth is a little bit of porn, if I'm truly a bad person, and If I’ll ever get to fulfill my lifelong desire to be an entertainer, to put a smile on people’s faces, to help the everyman feel a little better about their lives. I don’t want to be a bad person, I don’t want to be motivated by perversions or mental deficiencies, I don’t want to be a creepy little loser anymore, but maybe that really is all I am, and this is it.

I don’t know. Someday, somehow, I’ll find out if I’m worth anything more. But I don’t know if it’ll be here…

To everyone who has read this far, thank you for sticking around, if I’m wrong about not having an audience, let me know in the comments. I never let you guys know this, but comments are my favorite part of posts, it’s what motivated me more than anything through this past year.