I wasn’t held as a baby. I know this for a fact. Due to my lacking of infantile amnesia, I have memories from the womb. Alongside this, I have perfect recall. The back of my head is somewhat flat. If you ran your hand over it for a time, you would notice this. My doctors and parents never bothered to shape it correctly. From the front, I looked like a normal baby. I didn’t cry when I was born. I believe that this is due to the fact that I had an inkling of an idea of the truth of this world. From the moment I was born, I accepted that I was in for a lifetime of suffering. I recall laying there, the disgusting visage of my parents and doctors looming over me from time to time. They’d make their comments, poke and prod at me, and then leave after tending to my needs.
Most babies are breastfed. Among infants born in 2019, most (83.2%) started out receiving some breast milk. [1] I was not in the majority of babies that started out receiving breast milk. I don’t know if it was due to my mother not lactating enough, or if she just didn’t care to, but I was fed formula from the get-go. I lacked a common experience that most of the population shared. It further isolated me from the rest of humanity. I wasn’t envious, however. I feel as though if my mother had tried, I would try my best to refuse to latch on. After all, she was a repulsive human. It would be torture to rely on such a monster for sustenance. In a way, I’m glad she didn’t breast feed me.
Going through the motions of life, this factoid never really came up again. I mean, think about it. How often do you discuss such a topic with your peers? Not often, I bet. And if I’m wrong? Well.. I apologize. I was never good at reading others, after all. Anyways, such a topic has never been brought up to me. Not until now.
I’m twenty-something years old as of writing, and have finally experienced how it feels to be breast fed.
Ah, but.. let’s step back for a moment and reflect on how we arrived here.
Performative Takumi Sumino and I have had multiple arguments, scuffles, and clashes during our time of knowing each other. However, through it all, I do believe he is a good person with a pure heart and a true ally to women. He’s accepting of my gender fluidity that only applies when he’s present, and truly does try his best to show up for women.
When he got pregnant with our baby, I will admit, I didn’t feel anything for the clump of cells growing inside him. I was happy, of course, for Takumi. He got to prove his allyship to women, I got to engage in hemoanimic activities with Takumi, and most importantly I was able to capitalize on the fact that Takumi had to talk to me more often. That is an oppurtunity that I will never pass up on.
He aborted it a day or so later.
I can’t say I didn’t see it coming. If anything, I’m relieved. I don’t think I’m ready to be a parent, nor will I ever. I can’t empathize with people, and it wouldn’t have been ensouled. Such a creature would be doomed to a life of torment had it come into being. I’m glad it served as good writing material for Takumi [2].
Despite aborting our unborn child, Takumi would still be lactating.
Takumilk has faced various controversies [3], and personally I am not a supporter of any TickleCorp product due to personal reasons and disagreements I have with Togami Tickles. Regardless, I showed up for the exclusive Takumilk Early Access Experience. Not to hate-watch, but to support the product out of my love for Takumi Sumino.
The experience had a fee of 4,000 BP. A moderate amount for an exclusive experience. As someone with wealth and money to throw around, I doubled up and put down 8,000 BP. Takumi explained to me that the experience could be chaste, nuturing, sexual, etcetera.. I didn’t really care. I’m not a sexual person. I’m tired of being sexualized, honestly. I didn’t want to be nurtured, either. I have always taken care of myself. I told him I’m a chaste individual, and told him as much.
Takumi, the ever so kind and wonderful ally he is, accepted this. He accepted me.
What a wonderful thing it is, to be accepted, to be cared for, to be catered to.. I was ecstatic. In terms of customer service, he gets perfect points across the board.
The milk itself was about what you’d expect. It’s common for Takumi (plural) to not take very good care of themselves. They often substitute their meals for smaller snacks or with water. In the case of this Takumi, his diet is rich with Matcha and other foods indicative of performative males. The taste was that of an earthy vanilla with a hint of sweetness. It was watery, its consistency runny. I have no standard to compare his breast milk to, so.. he really set the standard for me, in a way.
Despite the shortness of how long I suckled (I was only latched for a few seconds), I must say that it was.. enjoyable. The after-experience conversation that followed was unsurprising, and not at all notable. I was happy to hear that my insistence on chastity was a relief to Takumi. It’s always nice to be useful.
Later, during the chairing of Dentist Eito [4] I would go on to spend 150k BP to buy out the final batch of Takumilk. I would then learn about the aforementioned controversy surrounding the product. I didn’t really care, since I never even consumed it. My purchase was moreso a display of my devotion and love for Takumi. I don’t care if Dentist Eito’s semen was in there. Not my problem.
In closing, Takumilk, when sourced directly from the Takumi, is an excellent beverage. I’m of the opinion that it’s best served fresh out of the tap, though I’m sure that there are many other ways to serve it up.
9/10. Points deducted for working with TickleCorp and Togami Tickler.
[1] CDC's 2022 Breastfeeding Report Card provides data on breastfeeding practices and supports in the United States, the District of Columbia, and Puerto Rico.
[2] “On Reproduction — a Man’s Choice” by Takumi Sumino.
[3] Dentist Eito faked his suicide for monetary gain, and TogamiCorp is run by Togami Tickles, a well-known ticklemonster. No one seems to really care, however Takumi thought it was problematic enough to address on his substack, titled “On Accountability — Milk and Folly”.