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source: The Little Butch Book, written by Lesléa Newman
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I uploaded all of the Ruff Sex photos I have saved here -> https://imgbox.com/g/AMOKbgg36y (lmk if the link isn't working or if there are any other problems)
thank you anon! A virtual kiss for you. These photos are just heaven
#Its a shame that website is riddled w popup ads on my end though#But anyways. I want to be overwhelmed with attention…
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"When [Disgrace] published the 'Ruff Sex' portraits in On Our Backs in 1989, I ran one photo as the centerfold - a girl gang bang that showed it's femme bottom in the outer reaches of sensation. It was an amazing construction of a classic girl fucked into insensibility by strangers who carry that 'don't know or care' air about them. The magazine was immediately returned by most of our retailers, and never made it though the mail to others. 'Ruff Sex' was seen as the unthinkable
- a lesbian oxymoron. How could women be so rough with each other? How could there be a
"victim' and her tormentors? How could they
'use' her that way? And to top it off, how could these women be such remorseless exhibitionists as to perform the whole scene for the camera?
None of these questions would be relevant if it weren't for the assumptions that we have about female sexuality: deferential, gentle, nurturing, modest. We are surprised to see women put their bodies to the test sexually, to go to the extreme - although this is exactly what a woman's body is made for: extremes, endurance.
One thing about women who are into masochism is the stamina factor - the endurance, and the yearning for release through endurance. Perhaps the greatest feat of 'Ruff Sex' is the players look out of control - as candid and spontaneous as spit-"
Susie Bright, Nothing But The Girl: The Blatant Lesbian Image (1996), photo from Love Bites
(1991) shot by Del LaGrace Volcano
#Virtual kiss on the forehead to anyone who can direct me towards these photos#“the assumptions that we have about female sexuality: deferential gentle nurturing modest”…
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good boy humping my leg and thanking me for it… looking at me with the sweetest devotion in the world… telling me that all she wants to do is be good and sweet and pretty for me… I’d want to see her in pain sooo badly <3
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"Work gear"
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My favorite thing to do with a sub is to put them in doggy position, make them hold the magic wand on their clit, and go crazy with the impact play. Beating their ass red and bruised while they become a dripping mess from pain and pleasure. Obviously they have to ask for permission to orgasm during this.
(I may also be a dripping mess during this, inflicting pain makes my tdick throb)
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so horny I’m going to die btw. This is because my period is going to start in 2 to 7 days
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Severe whipping.
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I have this fantasy that I’d love to play out with someone I trust. It could be twisted into a dom or a sub thing, easily.
[This treads in the area of light homophobic bullying, so obviously avoid if you think you won’t enjoy that]
I think it’s about my own enjoyment of the performance of femininity, my own latent masculinity, and my teenage smug awareness but sometimes anxiety about the fact that I was that lesbian that some girls complained about the existence of. I was the girl averting my eyes in the changing rooms out of shame. I was the girl with hairy legs in PE who would eventually ‘turn lesbo’.
We’d both be in school uniforms. I’m in a skirt rolled up too high, eye liner, loose tie, straight hair, very 2010s. I’m sitting down, texting friends, who knows. Meanwhile her hair is short, she’s in trousers, loose tie, she doesn’t look like a normal girl. She walks past me (I don’t know where we are. School somewhere. Details unimportant). I eye her up all of a sudden. I was never the mean, popular girl in school, but it’s fun to play a character.
‘Hey,’ I say, with that cruel teenage friendliness. She doesn’t turn around. ‘Hey!’ I say again. She looks at me, confused or maybe annoyed.
‘Hey, come here a sec.’ I smile sweetly. ‘I just want to ask you something.’
She approaches, cautiously. Maybe she’s shy, or just likes to avoid girls like me.
‘So like…’ I begin slowly, ‘why do you like, dress like that?’
She stares at me blankly. Is she embarrassed or irritated? ‘Like what,’ she says flatly.
‘You know, like that.’ I raise my eyebrows. ‘Like a boy.’
‘I don’t dress like a boy,’ she replies too quickly.
I smile. ‘I mean, ok. But you don’t dress like a girl. You never wear makeup, you never wear a skirt, you have this, like, boy haircut,’ I observe plainly. ‘So like, I’m just wondering why.’
‘I don’t know’, she says. She’s squirming now. No one has ever pointed these things out to her this explicitly. No one has ever said it out loud – her difference.
‘And like, you don’t even shave. Everybody on the netball team has noticed it.’ Hopefully she goes bright red when I ask this.
Maybe she turns to leave at this point, so I try to grab her attention again.
‘Hey! Hey, don’t go. I’m just asking, I’m just like, making conversation.’ I sound sweet again. Maybe I can somehow get her to sit next to me. Stay with me for longer. I’ve been noticing her staring at me, anyways. I know she likes to look at me when she thinks I don’t notice. I know that I’m pretty, and that I just need to ask in the right tone of voice to make her stay, and let me needle her a little longer.
Eventually, I ask the question that she dreads.
‘So… do you even like boys?'
She hesitates.
‘Or do you like girls?’
I wait, then I go in for the kill.
‘It’s ok if you do. Like, nobody cares anyways. And like,’ I raise my eyebrows again, ‘people like, talk, you know? People talk about you. Everybody knows you’re a lesbian. I literally see you looking at me sometimes. Why is that? Do you think I’m pretty? Do you have crush on me? Oh my god, look at you blushing, you literally have a crush on me. Oh my god, are you embarrassed? Does that mean I’m right? What do you think about when you look at me? Do you think about kissing me? Do you picture me naked? Do you think about having sex with me? How do lesbians even have sex anyways? Would you want to fuck me the way boys fuck me? How would you even do that? Is this embarrassing you?’
And so on. Until either
a. I can convince her to do whatever I want, since she has such a big pathetic lesbo crush on me and is like, literally obsessed with me and would lick the ground I was walking on if it meant I’d let her taste my cunt for even 5 seconds, or
b. She snaps and grabs me by the hair and tells me that I’m the one obsessed with her, I’m obviously a huge fucking dyke and she’s going to prove it by making me beg for her to fuck me.
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even the werewolf can be a puppy sub sometimes
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neeeedd a cute femme sucking my dick while I run my fingers thru their soft hair and push their head down so I can hear them gag a little bit
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Being hers is a privilege <3
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ROULETTE: BERLIN, Reel Queer, 2009
#I miss the dykearchived account sm#there are gif sets i remember that were so fucking hot but i haven’t seen for ages……. What about my d/s threesome from the late 90s…..
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