#a FEMMEDOM bottom

[audible-smiles]

the first wretched thing we ever hear quark say about his wretched sexuality in emissary part 2 is "i love a woman in uniform" which establishes him INSTANTLY as a whore a pervert and a freak in Ferengi society (not just clothes, authoritarian clothes???) but still manages to come off as generic slimy little man dialogue to other humanoids. haha, what a guy, etc. that bitch is living his best life off world, where he gets to be both a smarmy misogynist AND a femmedom bottom??? for all he waxes rhapsodical about Ferenginar & complains about the Federation and Bajor, I truly believe you couldn't get him to live on Ferenginar permanently again for money

[zukkacore]

The tip of the jaceporter iceberg is “Jace and Porter have always been a duo” and a few layers deep under the water we have commitmentphobe Jace and luxury sex object prison and Elmville 9 and blessing of Corellon we have devil’s honey husbands unreliable narrator and gone girl Jace and then we go to very bottom layers and its multijace theory 7 Jaces thesis and bluejay and also SOMEHOW all the clones are ALSO dykes???

[nanabrainrot]

III. Lick It Clean. [Reiner Braun] Kinktober

Day 3: Bootworship

Warnings! Reiner has deep feelings of self-hatred, femmedom/msub dynamic, boot worship, established relationship, religious allusions

✎ ᝰ Love, Reiner﹏﹏﹏﹏

“Stop moving, Rei.”

It’s not a question nor suggestion but a demand. Your face all contorted with that glassy expression of pleasure as you kiss at the toe of his war-tattered black boots. They only tread the ground to carry this sad, unworthy man from place to place and drag misery with him like a shadow.

Yet you kiss them anyway. Red muscle of a tongue cleaning at the leather of it ‘til it was slick and shining in the light of the window. Your eyes roll back as it climbs up to where it stops near his knee, pleasured by the concept of groveling for him. By all means, you should be embarrassed by your state: stark nude on all fours lapping at his fucking boot. But you aren’t, no, anything but.

The way your brows furrow is lewd, so adjacent to the way you were when he made you cum (or rather you made yourself cum using his dick), with eyes watering and wetting your lashes. Schlooopppp.

Tongue dragging back down, drool accumulates at the bottom until it hits the floor to join the puddle of spit from your prior feverish ministrations of making out with the leather of his shoe.

Only he is blushing. Jaw trembling a little with tented pants and stuttering breaths, his eyes glassy with lust as he stares: a man unworthy worshipped by the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, hair messy and face wet with spit.

Worshipping not even him, but washing praises on his boot of all things. A peck, you murmur with a stupid smile into the leather: “Fank youu…. for protecting my big baby’s feet…”

Slurring and panting like a dog, you move to other boot that you already spent a good ten minutes lapping at while humping the floor as your hands clutched at the carpet and legs of his dining room chair. A peck then you slur, “Fank youu for being worthy and chosen by my big baby…” Your hips buck again as you gather yourself to sit on your knees. Like a nun at the pews kneeling and looking at Jesus on his crucifix, watching him in his forever state of torture and agony. You watch the tortured man as his knuckles whiten clutching his chair’s sides. He never, ever could make it past the hurdle to convince himself he was allowed to touch you - the woman who he’d spent years crying and weeping into the busom of in his self-pity.

Your knees widen a little, to settle your pussy on one boot. Your head lulls to rest on one thigh as you look at your big tortured baby with adoring eyes. He’s all teary. A big cry baby.

Your eyes soften and your hump the boot, exhaling a small choked breath as you stare up into his watering eyes. He can’t help but cry when you worship him like this - worship his hair, skin, face, eyes, his tattered clothes that have seen him commit heinous act after heinous act.

You hump, kissing at the bulge trapped in his pants with peck after peck. His knuckles are white.

You praise your tortured big baby, kneeling at this makeshift lewd pew. He’s the closest to heaven you’ll ever get and the only evidence that could ever convince you there was perfection in this world.

His boot is wet and creamy.

[breadshot]

Hot femmedom lawyer: Your honor, permission to treat the witness as submissive?

Pathetic bottom witness: OwO you'we gonna intewwogate me? 🥺

Cuck Judge who really wants to watch: I'll allow it

[campgender]

it is so interesting and cool reading your high femme thoughts, love seeing other fags talk about sex and gender and such. <3

omg thank you so much, this means the absolute world to me especially because a lot if not most of the people who comment on my high femme posts are like actively ignoring or denying my gender + faggotry 💓💓 i’d already been planning on making a directory of sorts of my butch + femme + sex-related tags so i’m gonna take this as an opportunity to do so lol

a selection of original posts:

stoneness: post 1 / post 2 / post 3 / post 4

high femmedom denial: post 1 / post 2 / post 3

femme seduction: post 1 / post 2 / post 3

& my tagging inventory:

they are our stigmata: catchall butch tag + origins

everything goes back to femme: catchall femme tag + origins

butch/femme: <3 platonic and/or romantic

but what gets it for me is high femme: high femme / stone femme thoughts, vibes, & positivity. tag from a quote from stone butch blues

places to be had by: non-normative sex from a crip high femme lens. denial, vaginismus, impotence & other non-penetrative wonders + origins

mutual polarization: got sick of those “too bad they’re both bottoms” dismally uncreative subgenre of posts so this is a relatively new tag for high femme on high femme action

another night wandering the desire field: longing, need, fantasy + origins

why not take me now as i am? kink, leather, promiscuity positivity + origins

eat your meals at the red table of my heart: the feminine urge to treat a man like your dog. high femmedom viscera + origins

simone weil says that when you really love you are able to look at someone you want to eat and not eat them: self-evident i believe + origins

one must imagine the wound man in sexual ecstasy: s&m tag

queer lust forever amen: catchall gay sex tag

crack open like a cold egg dropped in too-hot water for me: the best sex you’ve ever had. irrational desperation, unthinkable vulnerability.

i know sex when i see it and i see it everywhere: the erotic in the inanimate, & so on + origins

i’m always down to talk about sex & gender & such with people (18+ please), feel free to send me asks and/or messages!!

thank you so much again & i hope you have a lovely day 💓💓

[seiyasabi]

Baby 3

(This is part 3 of my series ‘Baby (Endeavour x Female Reader)!’ I hope that those of you who requested this enjoy this installment! 

TW: !noncon themes!, !dubcon turns into noncon!, !threats!, Enji likes calling you ‘Mommy,’ Mommy kink, he’s a power bottom lol, masochism, oral (receiving), Enji is lowkey a little (Sorry if this is wrong, I’m not in that community), Y/n is lowkey a femmedom in this, themes of BDSM (this does not reflect the BDSM community as a whole), Y/n lowkey wants to beat the crap outta Enji, !cbt!, creampie, etc..

Please don’t continue if any of these themes are triggering!)

Maybe cleaning wasn’t such a great idea. 

Starting with the kitchen, you then ventured towards the middle of the house. You’d never seen the inside of Enji’s walk-in closet, so you assumed it was because it was dirty or filled with his ex-wife’s belongings. That wasn’t the case. 

The closet wasn’t really a closet at all, it’s a fucking sex dungeon! You gasp in disbelief at the sight in front of you, and stumble backwards. 

When you finally catch your bearings, you make a move to turn around, only to run into a well-built chest. A small ‘Oof,’ escapes your lips, and you glance up to meet stern turquoise eyes. 

“Ah, Enji, I’m sorry. I was trying to clean-“ He quickly shoves you back into the room, and shuts the door behind himself. The sound of a mechanical lock is heard throughout the room, along with the large man’s harsh breathing. You land ass first onto the marble floor, a pained whimper escaping your lips, “What are you doing? I’m sorry that I came in here, I promise I won’t come in here ever again!” 

He pushes your back onto the floor, effectively pinning you down, “Mommy, please fuck me,” his eyes are rimmed with unshed tears, and his clothed erection is ground into your thigh. Gaping up at him in surprise, you try to shove him off of you. 

“What the fuck?! No, Enji, get off of me!” You try with all of your strength to push him off, but he’s unrelenting. 

“Please, please, please fuck me! I was hit with an aphrodisiac quirk, and it won’t wear off unless you fuck me!” Seeing him teary eyed and needy makes you very uncomfortable. 

“Stop it! I don’t feel comfortable having sex with you!” You press your free leg against his chest and push, sending him back a few paces. That was enough room for you to stand up and run towards the door. 

You grab for the handle, but it doesn’t budge. Swearing in fear, you try kicking at the doorknob, only to be stopped by Enji’s warm embrace. He drags you to a black leather couch, and tosses you on it as if you were a rag doll. Scrambling, you try to move away from him, only for a large hand to hold you in place by your throat. 

“Either you’re going to help me or I’ll kidnap another poor, unsuspecting civilian,” you look at him in horror, a malicious smirk on his handsome face, “Then, after I’m done with them, I’ll get rid of them,” He leans in close to your face, “And then, you’ll help me with their disposal. Do you want that, Mommy?” Tears gather in your eyes, as you gaze anywhere but him. 

“Please don’t hurt anyone,” he grabs your face with his free hand, forcing you to look at him. 

“That’s a good Mommy. Now, this is what’s going to happen: I’m going to choose a cute lingerie set for you to wear, and then you’ll do what I want. Got it?” You nod yes, but a painful pinch to the cheek tells you that he wants a verbal response. 

“Yes, Enji,” The red haired man smiles at you wolfishly, before he releases you and walks towards a rack with multiple sets of lingerie. Some were lace, some were latex, but all of them were revealing.Yet, you decided to swallow your pride, and say nothing.  

He sifts through the hangers until he settles on a latex ensemble, which he then takes off its holder, and throws at you. A glove smacks you on the head, and the rest falls onto your lap, allowing you to view what he wants you to wear. 

The outfit consists of black latex gloves that cover up to your bicep, and black latex socks that go halfway up your thigh. Your eyes practically bug out of your head. 

“I think there are parts missing. Where are the drawers?” Peering up at the imposing man, you’re met with an amused look.

“You don’t need panties,” He leans against the red wall behind him, his bright eyes gleaming with anticipation. Gulping nervously, you hold up a thigh high sock, and motion towards him. 

“Uhm, I don’t know how to put this on. Do I just yank it up my leg, or?” You trail off as his entire demeanour changes. It seems that your innocent question sparked a new fire (lol) in his already overheating belly. His colossal frame slinks towards yours, a predatory glint in his eyes. 

“Does Mommy not know how to put latex on?” Shifting in discomfort, you avert your gaze to your lap, “I’ll take that as a no. Do you need your baby’s help?”  

“No, no, I’m okay. I’ll figure it out,” You lean away from him and try to scoot away, but Enji kabedons you to the couch. 

“Don’t be like that,” He reaches a hand up to caress your face, “Make me work for it, Mommy.” A cold feeling of dread settles over you, and you can’t help but grimace slightly. 

“I-I don’t want to have sex with you, though,” you glance up to see his reaction, which was one of annoyance. 

“I think you’re forgetting the situation at hand: I may want you to take on a dominant role, but I’m the one in control. You will put this on and do as I ask, or I’ll hurt you and an innocent. There’s only so much I can take until I decide to fuck you silly. I’m using all of my self control to not lose myself to the aphrodisiac, and your disobedience isn’t helping.” Swallowing hard, you nod your head. 

“Oh-okay, I nu-need your help, Enji. Can you please help me-“ You couldn’t even finish your thought, before your jumper was practically ripped from your form. Yelping in surprise, you cross your arms over your chest. 

After the breast sucking fiasco, your captor decided you no longer needed a bra. But, after a lot of cuddles, you were able to convince him to allow you to wear an undershirt. Currently, the only thing covering your tits is a bright red boob tube you bought from Forever 21™️. 

“Please be more careful! I like the clothes I’m currently wearing,” You gently remove his hands from the waistband of your tights, and quickly remove them from your pretty legs. The sight of your newly shown skin has Enji’s cock throbbing in need, but your voice knocks him from his horny thoughts, “So what do I do now? Do I just slide it on?” 

Enji grabs your left leg, and drags you towards him. He yanks off your underwear with one harsh tug, before forcing your boob tube over your head. The force of his movement leaves you in shock, allowing him to grab a bottle of water based lube from a nightstand next to the couch you’re currently on. He then grabs your right foot, and slathers the cold liquid onto your skin. Spreading it up your leg, he kisses the inside of your thigh. 

“Relax, I can’t slide it on if you’re so stiff,” You heed his words, wanting this to be over. With great speed, the large man glides the latex over your skin, settling it on your mid thigh. He then continued with your left leg as well, before working on your arms. Smoothing out the material, Enji smirked at his work. You look absolutely ravishing in latex. 

Shifting in discomfort, you try to cover your exposed body by crossing your legs and arms. Your captor didn’t like that. He grabs your arms and legs, and forcefully uncrosses them, allowing him to see your naked body. 

“None of that,” He lightly scolds, “Now, I’m going to tell you exactly what I want,” Leaning in close, he lays his head on your exposed chest, “I want to eat your pretty pussy, Mommy.” 

Your breath hitches, “What?” 

“Don’t make me beg, Mommy. Please let me eat your pussy!” One of your gloved hands tries to shove him off, but he holds strong. In a moment of Irritation, you grab him by his hair, and yank him away from you. A high pitched whine escapes the large man’s throat, effectively creeping you the fuck out. 

“No! You can’t-“ Enji’s hefty palms forcefully spread your thighs wide enough for his bulky form, his pupils seemingly growing wider at the sight of your perfect cunt. He jolts forward, trying to lick you against your wishes. Without thinking, you slap him across the face, making him whine once more, “What did I say? You can’t do that!” 

The reddening handprint on his face makes you cringe slightly, but the lustful look he gives you washes away any pity you felt in that moment, “Hit me harder, please, Mommy!” Wincing at his demanding tone, you shake your head. Just that one slap made your entire hand feel like it was set on fire. 

“No, your hard head hurt my hand,” You rub your dominant hand with your other gloved one, a light hiss escaping your lips. The red headed man bows at your feet as if you were royalty. 

“I’m sorry! Please punish me!” At this new angle, you can see Enji’s massive erection in his dress trousers, along with his sweat stained back through his white dress shirt. The hero isn’t wearing an undershirt, allowing you to see his rippling back muscles.

 Seeing the large hero at your feet makes you feel somewhat powerful, and you decide to take advantage of that. 

“Hmm, what should I do with you?” He visibly perked up at your words, and you’re sure that if he had a tail, he’d be wagging it in excitement, “Should I tie you up and leave you unable to relieve yourself?” He whimpers at that, and shakes his head, “No? Hmm, perhaps I can bind you and beat you for your insolence?” 

In all honesty, you want to beat the ever loving shit out of him. Who wouldn’t? He was never a good person, so abducting you and keeping you captive was just lettuce on the ‘fuck you’ sandwich. 

“Yes, Mommy, please restrain and stomp on me,” Hold on, he’s seriously allowing you to do that? You have to restrain yourself from smirking maliciously. 

“How do you wish to be restrained, Enji? Handcuffs? Rope?” A moan leaves his lips, as he rests his forehead on the cool floor. 

“Please use handcuffs,” You raise an eyebrow at that. Why would he want you to use something that will make it hard for him to get free from? 

“Fine, go get them,” You raise a hand and shoo him away. The large man scrambles to his feet and hauls it to a black cabinet, slamming it open and grabbing a pair of silver handcuffs. Once they are in his possession, he rushes towards your sitting frame, kneels at your feet once more, and offers them to you with open palms. 

“Please put me in them, Mommy!” You leer down at him, cocking your head mockingly. 

“Do you wish to be clothed when I put you in them?” He shakes his head at you and lays his head against your naked knee. 

“No, can I please be naked?” Laughing, you shove him off of you, and snatch up the handcuffs he presents to you. 

“Strip down to your dress trousers, but keep them on. I don’t wish to see your pathetic cock,” With the speed of an off-brand Flash, Enji chucks his shirt off of his body, exposing his Adonis like torso. You hum to yourself as you open the keyless cuffs. Of course he wouldn’t trust you with real ones, but at least you have the cool crunchy ones. 

Shrugging to yourself, you motion for him to give you his hands, only for him to stop you momentarily, “Don’t you try anything, (Your name),” Enji practically growled at you, making you raise a single eyebrow. 

“I’m not stupid. I’ve clearly noticed that these aren’t real cuffs,” Rolling your eyes, you motion for his wrists again, “Now, give me your wrists.” 

You click the handcuffs onto his wrists, press a latex clad foot against his chest, and shove him to the floor. He puts up no resistance. Smirking down at him, you rise to your feet and stand over him.

“Let me see,” You trail off whilst looking around the room. Catching sight of a dressing gown, you walk over to it, and wrap it around your form. It was too large for you, easily covering your naked form. A low snarl is heard throughout the room as you tie it closed, making you whip around and scold him, “Hush, just be happy that I’m going to help you at all.” 

Stalking towards his glaring form, you nudge him in the ribs with your foot. Enji whimpers lightly, but you hush him. 

“Keep acting like a brat, and I’ll step on your tiny cock,” A loud moan escapes his slightly parted lips, making you laugh, “Oh dear, I didn’t take you as a pain slut!” You know that you’ll regret the shit talking later, but damn did it feel good belittling him. 

“Please, Mommy!” Scoffing, you kick his legs apart, granting you full access to his crotch. 

“Fine, but you better not bitch about it,” You didn’t give him time to respond, as you kicked him straight in the balls. A lust filled yelp escapes his lungs, as he cums in his pants, “Oh, that’s all it took? One kick to the prick and you cream all over yourself?” Cackling, you continue your onslaught of kicks. Every kick caused a body jerking orgasm, and by the time you tired, his balls were drained completely. 

Looking down, you see that the seat of his pants looks like he had wet himself. Tutting mockingly, you shake your head. 

“You’re done so soon? What a pity,” You make a move to sit on the abandoned couch, only for your ankle to be grabbed by a large hand. 

“Mommy, kick me harder, please!” Blanching, you stare down at his pathetic form. To be fair, you didn’t kick him as hard as you wanted to. After all, you didn’t want to totally fuck him up, he’s the one the gets the groceries. 

“Hmm, I don’t think so. I think I’m going to go take a nap now,” You try to shake off his hand, only for him to drag you to the floor. You’re lucky that your reflexes stopped you from hitting your head on the dark marble below you, “What the fuck-“

“You’ve deprived me long enough,” He spoke in a whisper, making you strain to hear him. You open your mouth to respond, only for him to rip your covering off of you and chuck it somewhere else in the room. 

Gasping, you try to shove him off of you, “Hey! You said-“ 

Your words are cut short by him forcing open your thighs, and going to town on your unprepared pussy. His thick tongue rubs against your slit, just barely missing your slit. 

Maybe cuffing his hands in front of him was a mistake. 

Looking down at the red haired man, you see an almost feral look in his eyes as he slurps noisily at your cunt. Gulping in slight fear, you lay back with tears brimming your pretty (colour) orbs. This continued for a few moments, before Enji hefts you up by the hips. 

He rests your pussy against his face, your thighs straddling his cheeks, “Grind your pussy on me, Mommy!” You cross your arms over your naked chest, and shake your head. 

“No! I don’t want you to-“ A harsh smack lands on your ass, knocking you forward, which, in turn, causes you to grind into his open mouth. A whine of your own escapes your throat, forcing you to cover your mouth. 

His eyes gleam up at you, as he smacks your other ass cheek. The cycle continues for a few moments, before he loses his patience. A bruising grip settles on your hips, forcing you back and forth on his tongue. Every rub against your clit causes a gush of arousal to drip down his chin. 

“Enji! Stop it, I’m going to-“ Without warning, he lightly bites on your puffy clit, pushing you into an orgasm. Whining in pleasure, you throw your head back in bliss. The man below you sucks harshly on your throbbing hole, drinking up your tantalising juices. 

The feeling prolongs your orgasm, and not long after, you try to move backwards due to overstimulation. He ignored you for a while, before releasing your cunt with a loud ‘pop.’ 

“You taste so fucking good,” Looking down at him, you can see a fucked out look on his face. With shaking arms, you scoot back, trying to move away before he can strike again. 

But, you were too slow. In a single moment, you’re flipped onto your stomach with your hips in the air. The sound of his pants unzipping sends you into panic, as you try to scramble away. 

You make it a few paces, before you’re dragged back underneath the large man. A huge, thick cock is pressed against your folds, its head rubbing against your hole. 

“Please don’t do this, Enji! I promise I’ll do anything else-“ A colossal hand grabs you by the back of your neck, quieting you immediately. 

“You have your chance, Mommy. Now, it’s my turn to be on top,” He rubs your pussy for a moment more, before he fully seats himself inside of you. 

A scream of pain escapes your throat, as he starts to fuck you savagely. His harsh thrusts force your hips to hit the marble floor, ensuring you’d be in pain later. Your arms give out, and you just barely catch yourself before you hit the ground face first. 

You sob hysterically as he continues his assault. 

“Fuck! Mommy, you feel so good! Why didn’t you let me do this sooner?” Let? You never let him do anything! That sentence makes you cry even harder, which he takes as you feeling good. A rough hand rubs at your sensitive clit, forcing more of your juices to drip down his length. This actually helps his thrusts hurt less, but it also makes you feel good.

Your moans start out low, yet increase in volume with every thrust. Enji groans at the new wet and tight feeling of your aroused pussy. 

“If you keep squeezing me like that I’ll cum!” His words make you clamp down harder, trying with all your might to stop his rapid thrusts, “Shit! I’m going to cum!” 

Your cries reach a crescendo when you feel his hot cum fill you battered cunt. The area above your womb distends slightly at the sheer amount of seed inside of you. Glancing down at it, you can’t help but be surprised that he even had any left after your kicking fiasco. 

Sliding off his now softened cock, you collapse to the floor below you. When your stomach makes contact with the marble, it shoots the cum out of your pussy all over the ground and Enji’s thighs. Whimpering lightly, you lay your sweaty forehead against the cool stone. 

Hopefully that was enough-

“Do you really believe that that was enough to satiate me?” Your tear streaked face looks up at him in disgust, “That was only the warm up, the real fucking begins now, Mommy.” 

Sighing in defeat, you lay your head against the ground once more. 

[rosenallies]

Top Synthia is still a banging concept so why not go with that. On her videos with Gia, she bottoms because it gets views, but on their own she absolutely is the top.

Which would be a nice surprise for Kenny once they get past the teasing phase.

She plays into the stereotypes of a pretty femme bottom bc it gets views and that’s mostly what ppl fantasize about when fantasizing about her 😭 I love the idea of Kendall watching the stream tho and thinking synth is some sweet little bottom that’s gonna be like putty in the palm of her hand only to find out that she’s a total femmedom🥰💝

[cheriihyun]

And actually I am specifically thinking of short lesbians. I am so sick of short tops/dommes being treated as the butt of a joke. I'm so sick of hearing about how cute and adorable and pocket sized short women are. I'm sick of short girls only being allowed to be sexually attractive of we are cute blushy innocent bottoms. I'm sick of short femmedom/ tall butch bottom relationships being seen as a rare and subversive thing to be gawked at. I'm sick of seeing women touching the top of doorframes in some power display while everyone oohs and aahs while a short girl displaying power or strength gets seen as some precious little darling. I want the legs of a short girl to be sexualised the way tall legs are. I want short women to be allowed to be models and sex icons. I want girls under 5"4 to turn heads and for people to want her to crush them under her kitten heels.

lets stop infantilising short people!

[campgender]

mac’s tags

links + descriptions under the cut

note: some of these tags tumblr doesn’t like to link because of special characters; those will be added as tags to this post so they can be accessed from there.

all of the excerpts i post are tagged as “mac’s bookshelf.”

butch, femme, both

everything goes back to femme – some of the infinite fem(me) ways, both my own & others’. line from “Between My Fingers” by Stacey Park Milbern

they are our stigmata – butches & butch ways. line from “The Butch Question” by Judith P. Stelboum

butch/femme – romantic, platonic, sexual, & beyond

but what gets it for me is high femme – high femme posts & resonances; line from Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg

οἱ λίθοι κράξουσιν – “the stones will cry out,” from Luke 19:40. tag for stone sexuality more broadly - stone topping & bottoming, clothed sex, sex without touching

mutual polarization – femmebottom4femmebottom; answers to the perpetual “what’re they gonna do, get in bed & hold hands?”

double role playing – futch, stem(me), & others who embody both butch & fem(me) identities. phrase from a quote by narrator Mattie interviewed in Boots of Leather, Slippers of Gold

sex

impurity culture – sex ed & building a sexual ethic

tomorrow sexting will be good again – sexting-as-sex + related practices & boundaries. a play on Foucault’s quote “tomorrow sex will be good again,” also the title of a book by Katherine Angel

places to be had by – non-normative sex from a crip high femme lens. denial, vaginismus, impotence & other non-penetrative wonders. line from “The Cure for Melancholy Is to Take the Horn” by Natalie Diaz

another night wandering the desire field – longing & fantasy; line from “From the Desire Field” by Natalie Diaz

eat your meals at the red table of my heart – the feminine urge to treat a man like your dog & other assorted high femmedom viscera. line from “If I Should Come Upon Your House Lonely in the West Texas Desert” by Natalie Diaz

why not take me now as i am? – kink, leather, promiscuity, cruising; line from “Shameless” by Tyler Glenn

bottom text – bottoming & the meanings imposed on it

one must imagine the wound man in sexual ecstasy – S&M

simone weil says that when you really love you are able to look at someone you want to eat and not eat them – looking at someone you want to eat. line from “After the Movie” by Marie Howe

indignity of risk – forthcoming poetry chapbook about eroticizing / playing with chronic illness

asexual tendencies – phrase from Asexual Erotics by Ela Przybylo

spirituality

in the dark i thought i heard somebody call – spiritual experiences, posts that resonate with my spiritual beliefs + practices. line from “To the Dogs or Whoever” by Josh Ritter

habitual intertwinement – drug use; phrase from “4mg of Phenomenology” by Dr. Simone Dennis

quaker tag – Quakerism & pantheism

❌ – rage in the key of religious trauma. the red X symbol was used by Tyler Glenn (in lipstick on his face & later a tattoo on his wrist) in his 2016 album Excommunication

i got the holy roll ❤️‍🔥 – christian trauma but make it fashion. line from “Fever Pitch” by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

self-image, mirroring, & ancestry

she steals the show (she is the show of difference) – a gender tag of sorts. line from “Revealing Femmegimp” by Loree Erickson

epistemic love poem – hermeneutical justice; the frameshifts that enables us to recognize our own oppression + discuss our experiences. phrase from poem of the same title by Heather McHugh

all day my body accepts what it is – things that make me go “me shaped!” + fat art, fat fashion. line from “August” by Mary Oliver

fag4dyke <3

you are the result of the love of thousands – ancestorship in general; line from Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World by Linda Hogan (i haven’t read this i just liked the quote)

unnatural frequency – people & figures i consider personal ancestors + moments of highly specific resonance across time & space

fashion

lipstick technology – phrase from The Color Pynk: Black Femme Art for Survival by Omise’eke Natasha Tinsley

​how we dress the mouth reflects what we need it for – lipstick; line from Lipstick: A Celebration of the World’s Favorite Cosmetic by Jessica Pallingston

it’ll be the goddamned dress they bury me in. – red dress dreams; line from “What Do Women Want?” by Kim Addonizio

i am tough; i’ve got nails like god – nail art, fake nails as femcrip technology, high fem manicure emotions. line from the song “Nails Like God” by McCafferty

disability

life is in your house too – homeboundedness

tabula rasa – memory loss

the epic highs & lows of emotional lability – severe mood swings (in this case related to brain damage)

movements of the uncontrollable body – movement disorder; phrase from piece of the same name by Bronwyn Valentine

[campgender]

Yes! Just! Like oh good lord, jesus, yes! Ik u havent even had time 2 respond 2 the rest of my ask (understandable, I am Also nothin if not long winded), & here Im already adding more 2 the pile, but! Ok I didnt wanna like, b 2 presumptuous abt exactly Y it felt like we’re parallel (waves! Hi!) but I also totally was thinkin abt stuff like ‘Im subby af & I think its 4 sure A Factor cuz idk abt Mac but I get the feeling ze is decidedly Less So’ & then u said high femmedom & it was like yes! 1/4

Hello! (Sidenote, ace/stone/sub/bottom combo means I took a Comically long time 2 figure out that those 1st 2 traits werent just extensions of the 2nd 2 lol) Stone resonance, I love that, omigosh. & I think thats exactly where the parallel gets so interesting, w/ the allergy friendly cake (ur talking 2 a fellow ‘I cant eat anything’ celiac here), cuz that ‘Asking 2 much’,

4 me its like, I feel like Im still v much reeling & relishing in the freedom/fear mix of like, submissive acts ofservice r still Acts Of Service & u can b uncomfy w/ them, or even just U Can B Uncomfy W/ Shit, Period, like w/o the need 2 ‘Make up 4 it’, so the idea of sum1 getting off on those boundaries is like, not Bad, but it feels like it kinda undercuts these still v new & healing ideas 4 me, ykno? Like I need it 2 b ok even when no 1 is conveniently in2 it.

& ofc this is me talking on a personal level, like I absolutely Get wanting ppl 2 b in2 it & I love that 4 u, omg. <3 Also that last paragraph, holy shit, I want that, like, on a shirt or embroidered on smth, omg. If this is a disease I sure hope its sexually transmitted, I mean goddamn! Hopefully Im not monopolizing ur inbox lol, but u continue 2 b a poet & a delight. <3 -Baby

omg thank youuu this was, as always, lovely to receive & truly so so validating. that’s the first time anyone has said i have dom vibes & it genuinely makes me tear up 🥺💓💓 also omg stone celiac solidarity!!! <33 that’s so exciting & truly makes me feel like someone out there Gets It

i absolutely feel & affirm smashing the perceived need to “make up for” something to smithereens, that makes a ton of sense & definitely resonates with feelings / needs from a given sexual interaction that i kinda fluctuate in & out of these days. i’m proud of you for doing your best to honor yourself & your boundaries & wish you so much love on this journey!!

& tyyy omg, you’re a delight & i appreciate hearing your thoughts & experiences so much!! also thrilled you appreciated my high femmedom verbiage lol, a fun mac fact is my favorite porn genre in my early 20s was vids that involved a woman getting a guy off without touching him, particularly cbt & getting off on her shoe. & now i’m looking back at that like babe u were sooo oblivious oh my god

like so much of my sexual journey rn is looking at my past self & zyr desires & being like “guess what, you can just do that.” it’s a process that’s baffling + frustrating + deeply pleasurable, & i’m interested to see what other connections remain for me to make. i’ve been keeping a journal of sorts to try to trace these themes with the hope of doing more of what i enjoy in my life

a different thought i’ve been turning over lately & wanted to share with you is how my particular experience of stone + domming + disability troubles the concept of what it means to top someone. like, guys have told me how to fuck myself & i’ve told people how to fuck themselves, & the former were tops or vers who considered that an act of topping me whereas i’m high femme, & the only difference is they wanted it to be their cock rather than my toy whereas i wouldn’t want anything different if i was with someone in person.

so it’s like, is the fantasy what constructs this act differently? the omnipresence of my boundaries? i don’t think there’s a single answer, it’s just fascinating. obv some people don’t consider virtual sex acts to be fucking at all, which i love how my disability + stone + denial challenges bc again, i can fuck someone without touching them in person, too lol

as always thank you for so much food for thought + sense of community!! hope ur doing well, all the best to you 💓💓