These are my obsessions. The embodiment of perfection is only a reflection, and thus never true and always scarred. Somewhere in these ideas there exists my idea of greatness. As I treasure greatness, and wish to have it for myself, I keep my obsession tucked away deep in the harem. Or at least that is how it appears. In all honesty, nothing I could ever do could keep them down, tucked away, or hidden. That is the trouble with greatness. It can never be contained.
Most of these are obsessions are passions from my life, reflections of things I hold important. That, or they are what has created my passion. A sort of childish manipulation. Perhaps I belong to them more than they belong to me. Oh wouldn't that be a treat. The choosen treasure in the harem of the heart of one of these obsessions. Maybe that is why we try so desperatly.
As you will see from these obsessions below, I treasure a few things. Fiery natures and passions are a must. Knowledge or Wisdom are treasured more than most anything else. Long hair, pony tails especially, are a bonus. But most of all, the captivity and hypnotism of ones nature is my nature. To be broken by the obsession is true possession. We men like to be the possessed.
So, without further adou, I welcome you into....
...the Seraglio of Obsessions.
