Blood obsession, kind of a long story...
Ok, I have a major obsession with blood. I love the way it looks, feels and smells, I love the warmth (when there's a lot), however, I don't really care one way or the other about the taste. It's not that I dislike it, it just doesn't do as much for me as, say, the smell does. I have fatasies about stealing bags of blood from the Red Cross or the hospital, taking it home and rubbing it all over myself and the walls. This fantasy isn't a far cry from what I already do: I cut myself regularly, take the blood and smear it and write stuff with it on the back of my bedroom door. The things I write are related to how I feel at the time. When I was lonely I wrote ALONE five or six times, when I felt like a failure I wrote FAIL, and when I was angry I wrote profanities. I am excited by the sight and even just the thought of blood but not in any sexual way. I hear that some people REALLY like vaginal blood and eat it during sex, but that I find disguting. I would NEVER eat something that comes from a reproductive organ (sorry guys, I'm not eating your cum). When I cut , I often take the blood and rub it all over my hands and then smell it. I smell it when it's on the door, too, even though it smells different then when it's on my skin I think it stinks. I often leave the blood on my door overnight and clean it and my "tools" the next day. I keep all bloody rags, Q-tips, cotton balls, etc. in a bag separate from my other trash and I have a hard time throwing it away. When other people get cuts I want to stare at the wound and tell them to squeeze the blood out so I can see but I don't because I'm afraid of what they might think. Please don't vall me a vampire, I think vampirism is just another stupid fad and like I said, I'm not really interested in drinking the blood. Is my blood lust normal?