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truly do not understand or sympathize with those "I BOUGHT THIS BEFORE HE BECAME A NAZI" stickers people have been putting on their Teslas because there has never been a point in time when he was doing even a halfassed job of appearing as a potentially Normal Guy. when he first started making waves in the news it was immediately obvious to anyone with half a brain that he was a dumbass who bought his way into every position he held because he doesn't know jack shit about technology. he started out as the stupid person's idea of a smart person and went downhill from there. if you ever held a positive opinion of him you should be ashamed of that and deeply investigate whatever personal shortcomings led you to that conclusion

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Andrew Lloyd Webber’s self-insert OC from his fanfic musical written to woo a dancing soprano ALSO writing a musical with a self-insert OC to woo a dancing soprano THWRE ARE LAYERS OF ANALYSIS HERE DOR THOSE WITH THE EYES TO SEE

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the funniest part about Love Never Dies is the implications it has for the canon of the ALW Phantom of the Opera. because what do you mean Raoul turned into an alcoholic gambler, lost all of his money, found out Gustave wasn't his son, watched Meg shoot Christine, and STILL had the funds and energy to go back to the Paris Opera House to purchase that silly monkey like 12 years later.

why would you torture yourself like that

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Had to check my tights for rips, you know how it is

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Fandom terms have to sound silly, like blorbo or squick, because fandom needs humbling. Not a lot. But just every so often you need a good grounding reminder that all of this is literally made up nonsense for fun.

If you take a fictional thing so seriously that silly words genuinely annoy you, you've gone too far and you need to dial it back.

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Lavender Vision

Volume 1, Issue 2 (May, 1971)

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I don’t think there’s anything hotter than a possessive femme, like you want me? Tell me more, you don’t want me talking to anyone else? Done, want to leave bites and scratches all over me so they know I’m yours? Please anything for you I’ll get a flip phone if you want me to

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big strong knights covered in blood looking at you like a feral animal. that’s the post

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The MtF Stone Butch

This is a distillation of my thoughts on my own Stone Sexuality as a keep-the-pants-on Transfeminine Stone Butch.

All essays that I've read on Stone Sexuality come from the perspective of cisgendered or transmasculine lesbians. Each of these individuals ascribed their Stone to something uniquely emotional or physical in their lives. There was nothing so simple as,

"If I had a dick this wouldn't be an issue," but that idea remains a contributing factor throughout.

I do have a dick, so what's the issue?

The first is sensation. Since transitioning, I find that my body is awash in heightened sensation; traditional erogenous zones (genitals, nipples, hips, lips, ears) especially. However, when a partner is introduced my skin itself becomes the Stone. Sensations that were previously pleasurable become dulled or even painful. This leads to a certain touch-me-not that is almost completely divorced from body dysphoria, which is usually the given cause for such a reaction.

This sensational experience leads to the unusual scenario where an unfeeling (on paper) strap is preferred to my own dick.

This is not a bad thing.

While I don't take pleasure in being touched I do take great pleasure in touching and perceiving. Sight, taste, smell, and the tips of my fingers come to the fore.

This is the magic of Stone4Stone sex in my experience. Bringing together a person who only wants to touch and a person who only wants to be touched creates a space free of worry and discomfort. It removes the latent concern that I am somehow failing in providing my partner with something that they need or want; either by denying them outright or being an unconvincing fake.

The use of fingers and specialized tools also brings me a feeling of safety and comfort. Being equipped precisely for a femme's pleasure brings me a feeling of security. Which allows me to more thoroughly enjoy the acts of touching, hearing, and tasting.

The other factor at play is emotion. This comes primarily in two flavors, dysphoria and satisfaction.

As a Transgender Woman I experience body dysphoria and, more specifically, genital dysphoria. My penis and I are not on speaking terms.

For most women this seems to result in a relationship with the prostate. I never had the urge, despite recognizing the fact that I should have the urge and repeatedly opening a dialogue. It never really worked out. Which led to feelings of confusion, further dysphoria, and some amount of despair. After all, if every part of me felt dull or painful or foreign, how was I supposed to cum? Should I not crave orgasm? Isn't that the purpose to this whole business?

My answer is that I'm not, I don't, and it isn't.

Even before transitioning my own orgasm was a tertiary concern compared to my satisfaction at a job well done.

Multiple shaking, moaning, hair gripping orgasms from my partner are enough to keep me walking on clouds for a week. In that space my erogenous zones could not matter less. My feelings of pleasure are her feelings of pleasure. My orgasm is her orgasm. Everything that I need to feel is in her convulsing muscles and dopey smile. All stress is removed from me and replaced with the feeling of a tool properly used by the hands of a master craftsman.

I did what I came to do and I did it well. That's what I crave. That's my Stone.

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if i were a princess femme and i had a loyal knight butch at my beck and call i would always command her to venture out on a quest of great import to attain great renown and glory but every time it would just be me sending her downtown to buy me takeout

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People can’t handle ways of living that are different from theirs. They can’t even handle the thought that people who aren’t daily shower takers live among them and they haven’t even noticed.

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Ideal rest day - lounging in bed naked, smoking a bowl, drinking a coffee, and clocking in at the Skyrim factory

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Art by Tee Corinne