#True Prayer

[dreamlogic]

i got an impossibly tiny metal model mail truck kit in my stocking & went into a fugue state until i'd finished assembling it. welcome to the world my beautiful son otto mobile who has every disease

[adelstitel]

things I can’t stop thinking about re: conclave

- the individual crosses of the cardinals as a costume choice / characterization

- the focus on women's work within the Vatican

- the name John's significance for the papacy

- turtles as a sign of longevity and persistence (?)

- Agnes finding the broken seal vs Mary Magdalen finding the open tomb

- the place of modernity (ambulance, laser technology, computers, elevators, vapes) within Catholic tradition

- the string soundtrack vs the one sung piece (miserere)

- the actors changing their English monologues to be spoken in their mother tongues instead

[upliftourday]

[martinsorbit]

HELLO?????? HELLOOOOO???? CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME????

[maihonhassan]

I’m touched by this beautiful quote:

“How wrong of us to even think for a second that Allah won't answer our duas while we are currently living in our other answered duas”

[eddis-not-eeddis]

If you deeply desire something and it doesn't come into conflict with God's will and his word, don't give up on praying for it. Pray without ceasing for it, ask your friends and your family members to pray for it. Write it down so you can remember when you started praying for it. PRAY!

Last year I started seeing answers to prayers I began praying five years ago. This year hundreds of prayers have been answered. Prayers I forgot about were answered, and I see God's hand as he works to answer even more.

Don't stop praying because you don't see God's hand in your life immediately. God works in a lot of subtle and mysterious ways, and years down the road you'll discover how he has been working behind the scenes. He is not slow in the way we as humans understand slowness, but he sees the bigger picture and knows what will bring about his glory. His timing is perfect, and I can see that in my life.

[abelladanger-1]

[dimsilver]

okay so here’s the thing re: horrible work situation - I have thought and processed (and cried let’s be real) a lot and I think I have a really good case why the issue is actually largely due to bad communication from my boss.

so. I really need prayer that when I try to explain my viewpoint on Monday, to my boss and my boss’ boss (the aforementioned longtime mentor of mine), that I handle it really carefully and well. I don’t want to be emotional or defensive or accusatory. I do badly need to articulate my side so I can maybe keep my job and maybe relations with my boss will improve.

[mauvearts]

Caranthir

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[happenssweet]

this song is so dodge mason coded... walk with me... let me present you with something...

when you'd first met dodge, you knew you wanted him as your first. your dad had hired him to help with some busy work around the church, and while dodge was neither particularly religious himself, nor interested in the way your father could turn anything into a sermon, he figured helping the man that was likely privy to everyone's thoughts and troubles could gain him some information.

what he had not anticipated was you coming up to him after a long day of getting the grassy yard beside the church set up for carp's easter breakfast.

what he had not anticipated was the way your legs kicked flowing white fabric forward, or how your fingertips felt over his as you handed him some water.

you could just tell, from the way his shirt hung from his shoulders and his adams apple bobbed, the way he thanked you in a voice full of distrust, that this was the boy for you.

he knew, vaguely, that you were the preacher's daughter. a little chaste, a bit more modest than most of the other girls your age. he'd once heard a guy make a joke in passing about getting 'struck down' being worth getting in your pants. and quite simply, that wasn't his speed. so he never thought much of you. until that afternoon.

now, dodge mason, who had been all but dubbed a recluse, was showing up for wednesday mass. who the fuck showed up for wednesday mass? dodge did. as long as he could sit next to you, letting you help lead him along during hymns, your fingertip drifting below the words long past the time he'd memorized them.

he even let you keep him after for a mini bible study each time, just the two of you discussing what had been on your mind regarding the book lately. he still didn't think he really believed in it all. but he liked the way you spoke about it, soft and kind and hopeful, a stark contrast to what he had experienced as religion in the south up until that point. until you.

so, yeah, when he asked your father for permission to take you out, you guessed you weren't too surprised. and you definitely didn't say no. he was respectful, always getting you back home on time, never going further than a few kisses and a hand on the waist or jaw. everyone else was a bit shocked, just to see the restraint. to see the way he'd soften his shell around you, letting you lean on him, talk to him all softly. even more shocked to see the way he'd do the same right back.

you supposed it didn't quite make sense. you'd known what he was like before, gruff and introverted, keeping to his family in terms of socialization. but then he took you home for the first time, and the moment you saw him with his mom and sister, it clicked. when he loved, he loved hard. and to introduce you to the most important people in his life? god, he must love you more than you ever could've guessed.

he didn't stay so restrained forever, easing you into longer kisses, then to makeouts, then to kisses on the neck and hands that wandered along your sides and arms. but they were never alone, always accompanied by an "is this okay?" or a "good?". and it always was.

once you were more comfortable, he became bolder, fingers slipping beneath fabric, tongue slipping between your lips and down your jaw. there were a few times you thought he might try and take it further, but it never turned to more than just heated makeouts. maybe he was trying not to scare you? you didn't know. but the way he groaned into your mouth before needing to cool off made you think when you finally did go all the way, it would be beyond passionate. borderline animalistic, you imagined. something you'd have to take your cross necklace off for.

but when you told him you were ready, the words dripping with implication, you could tell he was shocked. it wouldn't happen then. no, not when he hadn't prepared. not when he knew he couldn't give you all the time in the world.

and when it did, a week later, you never could've anticipated what it was. flickering candles sitting on his dresser and desk, fresh sheets, and flowers he'd handed you at the door. the faint smell of his cologne in the air, as if he'd sprayed some extra around the room earlier that day.

despite how long he'd waited, there wasn't even the smallest indication of a rush, not for the entire night. eagerness? yes. desire? most definitely. but through each and every step, dodge took as much time as he needed to treat you with the utmost care and consideration.

coming up behind you as you looked around his room, brushing soft kisses along the backs of your almost bare shoulders. gentle hands lifting the straps off of them, giving him full access to the typically-hidden expanses of skin.

he'd made sure the house would be empty for the weekend. he needed the time. needed to spend an hour just kissing you. just slowly uncovering every bit of you, not wanting to leave a single inch without reverent touch.

nothing had ever felt so right, regardless of what you may have been taught about premarital intimacy. "they have no idea what they're talking about", you thought as he held you, straddling his lap, stripped to your underwear, giggling softly as he kissed down past your cross necklace, the gold gleaming in the flickering candlelight. he laughed with you, his fingertips tracing deftly down your spine before slowly unhooking the clasp of your bra.

there was no way this could be wrong. there was no way this could be anything but holy, the way he looked in your eyes, the way he held you so carefully. this was goodness, this was God. what could be more sacred than this love?

you would both later describe it as a religious experience, in separate conversations, at separate times. that's exactly what it was. no need to take the necklace off. in fact, you couldn't imagine the experience without it. it belonged in that room, between the two of you.

it was in the way he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them off of you without ever breaking eye contact. it was in the way he kissed up your thighs, singing your praises, little whispers and breaths dancing across the tender flesh. this was his sacrament, getting his first taste of you, giving you your first taste of the rest of your life.

it was in the way he let himself come last, both literally and figuratively. it was in the way he let you look at him, hold him, observe him, before even thinking about spreading your legs again and settling between them. it was in the way he ran himself through your folds, making sure he was coated enough to not cause you even the slightest discomfort. it was in the way he held your hand next to your head, fingers interlaced, as he gently slipped in, asking how you were after every inch, making sure you were totally comfortable before letting a soft string of curses out through his lips.

and it was in the way he held you the whole time, made sure you knew how much he adored you every single second. there was no denying it anymore, if you ever could before.

every single minute of time he'd carved out for you, he spent worshipping you. even once he'd cleaned you up, even once the two of you had dressed again. until the second he had to drive you back home, he was holding you, kissing you, checking in on you, and loving you. making you feel as divine as the being that had brought the two of you together.

every single laugh, every single kiss, every single touch. that was what was holy.

[technofinch]

Current favorite pastime is changing the pronouns in songs to forcefem historical figures

[upliftourday]

[ironskyfinder]

How much of what you post represents your actual views? What is ur actual real world opinion on feminism, women outperforming men, and so on?

This is the million-dollar question, and I’m going to answer it seriously.

Honestly, up to and until the beginning of this month I wasn’t planning to answer this with any real depth, but I want to illuminate my thoughts and positions in the hopes that either I can light the path for others to comprehend these things, or at least provide a degree of clarity for those trying to understand me.

What I post is, at its most basic core, erotica, and I view it as such; I pull from my personal life and dramatize or embellish as the situation demands, but my goal is to make certain every piece of writing I put out into the world can bring someone to the height of their desire - whether that’s an edge, or an orgasm.

That being said, it’s only natural for my audience to wonder about the artist, especially when my content is so glaringly problematic - genderfuckery, questionable consent, TPE/ownership, kidnapping and dumbification and antifeminism - and while I have generally been content to let people wonder, I now feel I should be somewhat more transparent on this.

You ask about women outperforming men; there are definite physiological differences between the sexes and I think those are undeniable. Men are stronger and faster than women, on average; there's good evidence that women have the edge when it comes to endurance and tolerance events. That being said - in nearly every type of sport and olympic event, the men hold the record by a notable margin. Again, physiologically speaking, this is widely understood;  intuitively, everyone knows that men are, on average, substantially stronger and faster than women. When it comes to intelligence - the male brain is about 10% larger, with more flexibility with high working memory load and superior visuospatial skills; it’s well known that women retain stronger, more vivid memories of emotional events, as anyone who has ever argued with a woman can attest. Given these undeniable differences, the question has to be asked - is real equality between the sexes even possible?

Now, with that said - am I a raging misogynist that can’t fathom the idea of a woman possessing personhood, or am I a believer in neoliberal feminism?

Do I believe that women are people who should be respected and valued and treated  equally in society? Or, do I believe that women are inherently inferior, that being female makes them sex objects, that cunts are objects that should be owned? 

Bluntly: both. 

I think there's nothing wrong with a world that includes and celebrates women's contributions to society; I also think I should be able to pick an unowned bitch up off the street and register her as property, like adopting a stray. I want to wake up with my cock jammed down a cunt’s throat as she bruises her tonsils on me, because the shock collar training worked so well it's second nature for her now; I think it's insane that women aren't guaranteed more substantial maternity leave. I don't think women should be permitted to make their own decisions, but I do think they should be smart enough to willingly give up their rights. I hold both of these views in equal measure, and I don’t see any fundamental conflict between those viewpoints.

I do essentially believe that way that both neoliberal and radical feminism articulates on behalf of women without providing room for the nuance of individuation and without any examination of the successes of historical or traditional gendered socialization has been its own undoing; not everyone wants to have to act as a singular agent in society without the benefit of an external guiding force, and modern feminism has essentially guaranteed that nearly any other approach to interpersonal relationships beside absolute brutalist ‘equality’ is seen as abhorrent and unacceptable. Fundamentally, while I believe that in theory there’s nothing wrong with empowering individuals to live in a way that deviates from the norm, that socially normative traditions began for a reason beyond the basic “men are big and muscley and scarey and rapey and mean and think girls are icky”-type assumptions that are generally prevalent within feminist circles; my philosophy is that those traditions wouldn't have  been created or been able to be maintained over the long term without it providing positive structural and social benefits, and while I again have no issue with exceptional individuals being able to function outside of those structures I do think that, statistically speaking, the socially acceptable norms are ultimately beneficial to the most of the people, most of the time. Additionally, I think that there is a growing sentiment among modern women that this state of affairs is not the outcome they were looking for; we see this with the advent of ‘girl jobs’ and the obsession around having a ‘sugar daddy’ or a ‘provider boyfriend’, and the increasingly common rejection of modern feminisms for traditionally feminine values. If the system isn’t working for most people, why continue to endorse it and prop it up against its failings?

And for cunts that do most of their thinking with their clit, I don’t think they want or deserve rights, so why should they have any? When a cunt isn’t even halfway through a smoke sesh and she’s shifting and grinding in her seat, why would I do anything besides grope and overstimulate her more before forcing her to take another hit? Is it really disrespectful to default to giving tasks to and demanding obedience from someone who opens a conversation with a picture of their tits and face? 

All that to say - my views, or my anti-feminism, however you would prefer to imagine it, comes from a place of seeking an equitable place for those who deserve it, and the subjugation of those who search for that instead. 

Now back to your regularly scheduled kinkblogging.

[maihonhassan]

I just love those brief 15 minutes after fajar when i watch the sky changing its color slowly, hear birds chirping sounds and see dew drops life seems bearable after 6:40am.

[respectthepetty]

I'm always showing up for YinWar, so, of course, I'm excited about Jack & Joker, but if it came down to it with my back against the wall, I really am watching solely to see if Mark and Prom kiss because the posters keep putting them next to each other, and that's all I need to ship it!

I want what Love Mechanics denied me!

GIVE THEM TO ME!