Hello. I have no one in my life i can share this with. I can't post it openly out of shame (hence the throwaway) but yet I have an uncannily voyeuristic urge to tell someone this. I am ]what I like to refer to as a pimple farmer. You probably have never heard of one. I am likely the only one. I should know. I searched for community around this and found none to share my passion with. Which brings me here.
So let me explain my hobby. I grow pimples with the intent to harvest them and eat the puss. This started when I was very young, I went through puberty early and had a lot of acne all over my body. I subsequently became addicted to popping them. One day I thought, I already eat my boogers, toenails, dead skin and hair. Why not try this? It was a lovely putrid and salty taste. Like sweat mixed with something fermenting. Far better than anything else my body could produce. I became hooked and even stopped eating the rest (sans boogers, i love those). Eventually as I grew older the acne subsided. At first I tried to accept that my puss filled delights would be gone. I truthfully thought I would be okay with this. But the more time went on the worse I felt. I craved my delicious pimple juice like a power drug, chasing the pop one might say. So my natural inclination was to stop showering. This didn't help as much as one might think as my skin veers into the dry side. I also did not quite enjoy the social ramifications of smelling bad nor how itchy weeks without bathing made me. So I hatched a plan. I would create an area of my body that I could hide from the public but yet cultivate the perfect plan, and it worked! I started coating areas of my stomach in lard, then wrapping myself in a layer of saran wrap sealed off by duct tape. I would then just go about my life normally. In about a week or two the coated skins pores would clog and ripen. You can guess where this goes from here. A lot of delicious juice to drink. I started rotating between my upper things and stomach so i would always have an area to pot and eat and another to have growing more. Just like a farmer tends to his crops. I have been doing this going on a decade now. It had brought with it many long lasting life consequences but none of which cause me regret nor make me want to change. The most notable consequence is the disfigurement of my skin, being scaring and pores starting to gape open as well as skin become far to moist and thin. I think I may need skin grafts one day if this continues. If anyone has any questions I would love to to discuss this subject further.