I am a kind of waifuist too—except my waifu is a yellow pencil that has been ground down to its nub. I have never had sexual feelings but now it seems possible. I am only a waifuist because even tho a pencil is real—I don’t exist in its world—I cannot enter the graphite consciousness. I am only NOT a waifuist because my enpitsu has no blue-tinted and carefully razored hair encasing it like a splintered pumpkin. One thing to know about me is that I love old people the most. And the other one is that I am learning everyday from your instructions.