#all the pressure is on me and that kind of sucks

[mercury-lurks]

hghhhhh... sometimes being transmasc is so alienating. i see all those posts about forcefemming the entire planet or how the world would be better if everyone was a girl and it kind of hurts. i get that people are just making jokes they find funny and im not mad at them or anything, but it kind of feels like they're telling transmascs and other non-women that it'd be cooler if they detransitioned. idk it might be a me problem but ive seen far too many people get mad at transmen for being men to not feel the sting anyway. i like being a man! there's just a lot of pressure out there to... not be one. and that sucks.

[mysterymachine9]

Dean Winchester x Gn!reader

Summary: He’s pent up and needs one thing. You.

NSFW. Minors DNI.

I am in need of ideas and/or requests! Please send some 😭 Anyway, have a lovely day/night!

Dean Winchester did not beg. Not to anyone. Not for anyone. Well…at least not during sex. But with the way you were teasing him, whispering words of praise and not giving him what he wants. He might have to.

“God, please.” Dean pleaded. Finally getting to a point where he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you.

His hands roamed your body. Just the feel of your skin beneath his hands made him want to worship you. His lips ghosted over your jawline all the way to your neck. Slowly kissing everywhere he could. Even sucking a few hickeys.

Poor guy was pent up. In need of some sort of relief and you decided to help. “What do you need, baby?” You whispered, knowing damn well what he needed. You just wanted to be an ass and tease him—hear him voice his needs. “You. Need you so bad,” God he sounded pathetic. Yes, you got an answer. But you weren’t satisfied. “Be specific, Dean.” You say, a little more sharp than the last time. One of your hands snaked up his back and to his hair. Grabbing it and gently pulling. Hearing a small groan from the man.

He bucked his hips into you; getting the right amount of pressure on his cock. Another moan getting delivered to your ears. He was stalling. You knew it, but decided to let it slide only for a few seconds. You leaned it to whisper into his ear. “Either you tell me what you want, or I’m going to leave you like this.” And all you got what a whine in response.

“Want to-“ He cut himself off with a gasp when he rolled his hips again. With another slightly gentle pull of his hair, he got to talking again. “Want to fuck you, please. Need to feel you ���round me,” Dean spoke, finally. His words nearly slurred due to the way he was at the moment. You hummed, moving to kiss him. It was slow and passionate. You started to move the hand that was in his hair to run your fingers through.

And so, once you broke the kiss you started to move. Pulling off of him to grab the things you needed at the moment. While you moved, you could hear Dean groan at the loss.

✮

His hands held onto your hips like his life depends on it. With the way you moved up and down on his cock, moans flowed from his mouth. He even moved his hips up a few times. Seeking more.

Your lips parted, a moan falling from your lips. His cock hit your sweet spot perfectly. Even though it felt so, so good, an idea popped in your mind. You stopped your movements, slowly sinking down on his cock once again. Taking him to the hilt. Your hand went up on his chest all the way to his neck. You watched as he leaned his head pack against the pillow and shut his eyes. Swallowing beneath your hand. You didn’t squeeze or apply any kinds of pressure. You just kept your hand there till you started moving your body again.

Dean’s mind wandered. The way you sounded and looked on his cock, and the way you took him so perfectly. His orgasm coming in closer than it normally would. You could tell by the way he quickly furrowed his eyebrows and how sounds flowed from his mouth more quickly. He tried to warn you but it got lost in a grunt.

His hips stuttered when you kept moving. Even though the feeling of overwhelming pleasure coursed through his body, he let you keep going till you came. The both of your moans filling the room.

You laid next to each other for a few minutes. Before one of you decided to get up and start cleaning.

[hearts4werka]

TW for this whole post, there’s mentions of a lot of stuff so like be aware of what you’re getting into guys

Okay so I didn’t expect to be making this post but this is just completely disgusting and I cannot leave this just without adding a say into this, the whole situation happening rn and going around with @sturniololuv08 is just genuinely making me sick to my stomach, I met Bri when I was in the group chat on discord with her but previously we were following each other on here, she hasn’t private messaging me like it was with Kay and gray (check out their posts) but a lot of the times I would be on voice chat with bri in them and some of the stuff I would hear in them, there were other people but they would leave quickly cuz they said it made them uncomfortable, I didn’t wanna be rude so I was the one that stayed the longest in them and I heard almost everything the others said she was saying. The one thing that freaked me out when she said was about the poll for her next fic, the axe option that was winning currently she said that sadistic!matt would take the axe and cut off the girls toe and make him suck the blood out of it, the cnc fic was just sickening, personally I haven’t read it cuz it feels triggering for me, I’m so sorry for anyone who has read it and was either triggered or traumatized from some of the asks my friends have sent to the group chat of anons in their inbox talking about it, and I also want to talk about the relationship between bri and grace who is freshly 18, all of us are concerned for the most part for grace cuz having such a big age gap and being freshly over the age of 18 is also kind of weird to engage in it, I don’t know grace’s side of the story so I’m not going to assume anything but this relationship doesn’t seem like a good relationship at all, especially with a person like bri. The stuff she was saying in the chat as well as the voice chat were just very uncomfortable to everyone involved, including myself, every time she would write something or send anything about her fics she would constantly ping either me or everyone and was you could say pressuring us into reading it even though if someone wasn’t exactly comfortable with reading it, she would as well not add much tw with snippets she would send to the chat, gabby who is the owner of the group pointed that out multiple times and told her to put it as a spoiler or put it in tw - main but her excuse was just that everyone should know that her stuff is triggering content. The whole situation is very uncomfortable and overwhelming but I’m making this cuz bri hasn’t taken full accountability for her actions as well as she keeps making excuses for them, if you’re reading this then I advice stop texting minors to say the least and don’t do shit like this anymore nor write ‘different’ type of fics cuz we are perfectly fine with the ‘basic repeative fics’ on here, for your age i thought you would take a more mature approach to this and actually take accountability and properly apologize for this cuz talking to people way younger than you in this way is not okay, I fear you need mental help and a therapist first and foremost, maybe I’ll make another post about this maybe not but for now this is my response to this. Peace out.

Please block/report her accounts

@/letstrip1975 & @/sturniololuv08

— @mattslilies @m4ggvt @y3sterdaysproblem —

[skzdust]

Leave the Mark On My Neck (That It's Yours)

This is smut. MINORS DNI.

This was written in a moment of weakness. Enjoy.

Title from "Bite Me" by Enhypen.

Cross posted on ao3 here!

Summary: In which reader doesn't cum, and Yeosang teaches them a lesson.

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x afab reader

Includes: overstimulation, fingering, vibrators, nipple play, dacryphilia

Word count: 1.5k

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,

@hyunjinsjeans, @somethingkindazainy, @silverstarburst @atzlordz @breadpuddingboys

Network:@mirohs-aurora-society

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

Masterlist

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“So, I have this hypothesis.” You said, tracing circles on Yeosang’s arm.

“Hm?” He looked at you, reaching over to push his fingers through your hair. “What kind of hypothesis?”

“I think…” You hummed. “I think I’d look really fucking hot with your marks on my neck.”

Yeosang flipped you under him. Your head hit the pillow, and you looked up at him. His eyes were darker, more intense than they had been just a moment ago.

“You want my marks, honey?” The pet name was sweet, and while his voice was, too, there was an undertone to it, something smoldering under the surface like hot coals.

You added fuel, breathing, “Yeah, I want them.”

He smiled at you before leaning down and biting your skin where it was softest, right by your neck. You could feel the pressure on your jugular as he sucked a mark, and you inhaled sharply, the feeling making you whimper.

He pulled back, pressing a kiss to the mark and looking at you with a grin before doing the same thing to the other side of your neck. Your whimpering was louder this time, and you tried to keep your hips still, but you were fighting the urge to pull his hand between your thighs right now.

“Do you want something?” Yeosang whispered in your ear.

“Yeah.” You whispered back.

“Use your words.”

“I want you to finger me.” You bit the inside of your lip, suddenly shy.

“Oh, honey, I’d be happy to.” Yeosang smiled, like sunshine. “All you had to do was ask.”

You got on your back, propping your hips up with a pillow, taking a deep breath. Yeosang helped you take your sleep shorts off, but left your lacy underwear in place.

“Are you going to…” You murmured, then sighed as he began to touch you through the thin fabric. “Fuck, Yeosang.”

He was being so nice tonight. Usually, when he fucked you, it was with sharp words and occasionally sharper sensations. But tonight, while there was definitely some fire to him, he was being gentle and kind.

A part of you liked it.

But a part of you wanted him to be <em>mean</em>.

You held as still as you could while he teased you. Your breathing was loud, quick through your parted lips. You wanted him to fuck you, to call you a slut, to do all manner of—

He shoved your underwear to the side and pushed a finger inside you suddenly, without warning, cutting off the train of images and thoughts rushing in your head. You moaned, long and loud. “Oh, fuck.”

“Does that feel good?” He asked softly, moving a little inside you.

“Yes.” You breathed.

“Good.” He murmured. He pulled out the finger a moment later.

“Why—” You started, but he pushed two fingers in, and you were suddenly gasping.

“Wow, impatient.” He clicked his tongue. “Maybe you should practice waiting.”

“No!” You said quickly. “No, I’m sorry, thank you for touching me, sir.”

“Good girl.” He said, stroking his fingers. You sighed, arching up into his touch. “Yeah, that’s a good girl.”

You moaned at the praise. “Like being your good girl.”

“Oh, do you?” Yeosang’s fingers moved faster. “Because with the way I’ve seen you brat before, I wouldn’t know it.”

You laughed, a breathy sound mostly knocked out of your lungs by his fingers. “I do! I do.”

“Then prove it, be a good girl for me and cum.”

You made a confused little moan, looking at him. “Now?”

He nodded. “Now.”

You wriggled on the bed, reaching up to pinch your own nipples, knowing it would get you hotter.

He pushed your hand away. “Did I tell you you could touch yourself like that?” His fingers moved faster, and you whined.

“No, sir, I’m sorry.”

“Prove to me you’re sorry. Cum.”

You pushed into Yeosang’s hand, trying as hard as you could to get yourself to that edge, but try as you might, you just didn’t have enough stimulation for long enough.

Yeosang removed his fingers, sighing as he wiped them on your thigh. “Couldn’t even cum for me.”

You sighed. “You gave me, like, a minute.”

“That was at least three.” He grinned at you.

“Fuck you.” You muttered.

“Oh, well I was already going to teach you a lesson, but now I really have to. That behavior can’t go unpunished, you know.”

You felt a thrill in your stomach. “You’re going to punish me?”

“Of course. If my little slut pretending to be a good girl can’t even cum when I tell her to, well, then, that’s an issue.” He said conversationally, like he was just discussing the weather.

You took a shuddering breath. “And what are you going to teach me?”

“Well, if you can’t cum when you’re asked, I guess you have to learn how to do that.” He shrugged. “And the best method for that is to make you cum and not stop.”

“Not— not stop?” You blinked.

“You’re gonna cum so many times you’re begging me to stop.” His casual face faded as his smile grew dangerous. “And then you’re going to keep cumming.”

“Fuck.” You whispered.

A few minutes later, Yeosang had you naked and handcuffed to the headboard. He laid down between your thighs, sucking hickeys and marks into your thighs as you shivered. “Yeosang, please…”

“Please what?” He looked up.

“Please fuck me.” You whispered.

He grinned and whipped out a vibrator from behind his back.

“Where did that come from?”

“I have my ways.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

He pushed it inside you in one smooth motion, and it felt like the air had been punched from your lungs.

“It means shut up and <em>take it</em>.”

You whimpered when he turned it on, flicking it to the lowest setting. “God, that feels good.”

“Yeah?” He laid between your thighs again. “I’m just gonna leave some more marks here while that works.”

“Yes, please do that.” You sighed.

He proceeded to do just that, pinching and playing with the hickeys he’d already left on whichever thigh his mouth wasn’t on at the moment. The vibrator buzzed between your legs the whole time, and you moaned and writhed at the painful and pleasurable sensations.

Eventually, Yeosang sat up, wiping his mouth. “You shake so much when there’s something inside you.”

You nodded in agreement. “Just feels good, sir.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He grabbed hold of the base and began to fuck you with it. You moaned and pushed yourself further onto it with every thrust.

“You’re so pretty when you’re needy.” He said thoughtfully, pressing the button and turning the vibrations higher.

Goosebumps rose all over your skin as you writhed on the sheets, moaning the whole time. Yeosang was really fucking good at this, at knowing just what buttons to push to turn you into a mess.

“You like this, don’t you, slut?” He turned it up once more, to the highest setting, and climbed off the bed to get something else, before you could respond.

He came back with another vibrator, and you watched with wide eyes as he pressed it to your nipple. You whined at the cold silicone before he switched it on.

The sensation was so strong you arched off the bed. “Yeosang, I’m gonna— I’m gonna—”

“That’s sir to you.” He hissed, grabbing your jaw. “And yes, you are. You’re gonna cum.”

He let go of your chin and grabbed the vibrator inside you, fucking you with it.

It wasn’t much longer before your orgasm washed over you, your vision blurring and your mouth falling open. “Sir, sir, sir, fuck, God, it feels so good!”

“I’m glad, baby.” He said with a smile as your vision came back to normal. “Because you’re going to keep cumming. As long as I want you to.”

The second orgasm was good, too. The third was where it started to creep into too much.

The fourth had you whining. The fifth was the first one where you felt like maybe you’d hit your limit, tears beginning to roll down your cheeks.

Then the sixth and seventh. Yeosang had started fucking your face around four, and his thrusts grew even harsher with every time you came.

Eight.

Nine.

Yeosang stopped, sitting between your legs to watch you cum again.

Ten.

He switched off the vibrator, smiling and pulling it out of you. “Wow, baby, consider me impressed.”

You smiled, exhausted. “Cuddles.”

“Of course.”

He undid the handcuffs, rubbing your wrists to make sure they weren’t bruised. “Why don’t we take a shower, and then we can cuddle.”

You whined in protest. “But that means standing up.”

“I know, baby. But you’ll feel better after.”

You sighed. “I know.”

“C’mon.” He helped you up, and you leaned against him in the warm water, your legs shaky. “Beautiful girl.”

He helped you into clean pajamas, and you got into bed. You were dimly aware of him kissing your forehead, and then you fell asleep.

[noctomania]

If you're scared, may I help?

I'm not a magician or wizard, I can't make the bad go away. But I have learned some ways to help me get along in dark times. I'll make a list in hopes it may come as some kind of idk comfort? Hope? A lil light? Feel free to add your own in the comments to help boost morale.

Change is inevitable. Trust that when things are bad they won't stay that way. The pendulum continues to swing. People are capable of change too, so keep an eye out for folks in your life who are looking for an out and allow them that ability to grow and change.

You don't have to be unafraid to be strong. Some of the strongest souls have had to stand up under immense pressure to sit down.

People fought before FOR YOU! This isn't to shame or you guilt you. It is to make you see you were loved even before you existed 💜

When you feel lowest that can be a great time to get out of your head by going and doing something for someone else. Write them a letter thanking them for something they did years ago. Snap a picture and send it to someone that it made you think of. Or just check in on someone.

Build community. Kinda similar to the prior point, community is critical to not feel alone or wrong or weird. It also helps build communication skills. It's a mental health booster.

Remember to upkeep your self maintenance: food, water, shower, etc. at the very least as a preventative measure. How you treat your body is how you treat your mind. Be kind to yourself.

It is absolutely okay to be scared. Even if nothing ends up happening from all of the threats, you're not a fool for believing the people telling you they want to hurt you.

Take your time to bitch and moan and cry and fuss. It's okay. We all need to vent. Just don't let that be all you do.

We don't stop for fascists, we put the peddle to the metal y'all. We gotta work together, stop sucking politicians assholes, and start being real people with real community and real communication.

[complicatcd]

Normally, she would've rolled her eyes and told any man offering to teach her anything to go straight to hell. It was hardwired into her to loathe any man thinking that they knew better than her, but she hadn't felt that with the stranger atop the stool at her side. No, she'd felt a kinship of sorts, a comfort that she wasn't going to read into. "You're going to teach me?" She grinned, amused that he thought he could teach her anything. In that moment, he reminded her of one of her brothers and rather than annoyance, she felt at ease. "I wouldn't say none." Still, she was far more unaware than not. It was a little ignorance, a little bit avoidance. If she didn't read into things or people, she could have the blissful excuse of not knowing. At least until someone with a head on their shoulders called her on it. The brunette nipped at the inside of her cheek and shrugged. "Some people care more than they let on. They're just scared." Of what? She couldn't put a finger on it. How could she when her own decisions, or the lack thereof, caused most of the pain anyway?

Her career had taken her places that without it, she never would have imagined venturing off to. She was fortunate in that sense, that something she loved could be so rewarding. "We didn't get to see much in Tokyo, but Paris..." she exhaled, memories of views and experiences washing over her. What hadn't they gotten to see? "It's such a cliche, but seeing the Eiffel Tower in person at night? Lit up with the Olympic rings installed?" The midfielder sucked her bottom lip between her teeth to combat the wide smile that had spread so big on her face that her cheeks ached. Thankfully, she pulled herself from the memory in favor of shifting the conversation back to him. "So... tell me about it? One of your big adventures up north?"

His warning took her by surprise. There was an element of caution and care in his tone that she'd only ever heard from family or from the woman she'd pushed away. "I can be reckless when it comes to a lot, but not that." She wasn't sure why she was so hellbent on reassuring him, but she assumed he had enough to worry about and adding another person to his plate wasn't the kind of burden she wanted to be. Shoulders lifted and fell lazily at his question. "The break is nice for the mental reset, but I hate not having something to do." Hence why she spent all of off season pushing her body physically without the pressure and stress of a season hanging over her head. "Thanks, by the way. For the offer to show me some trails and... the conversation. It's been... nice."

"Alright," the broad, thick man sighed with a playfully petulant gesture of his arms flapping at his sides, "I guess I'm gonna have to be the one that teaches you." That came from a man that wasn't qualified to teach anyone anything other than some survival skills for a venture into the wilderness. Which was why she should laugh but then she'd admitted to not being great at reading the room. "So, no awareness at all? Just that uncaring about anything going on around you?" Especially your people, he'd wanted to add but refrained. Bear had sensed something deeper to her comment about commitment. "I wonder why that is these days." People's attention span, lack thereof, seemed to have crossed into all aspects of life. "Used to be that people valued relationships and now it's all hookup culture and fleeting short lived romances." It was a negative turn in evolution, in his humble opinion. Also why he stayed away from people even more these days, he didn't want to be dragged into that.

With a coffee refill in hand, thanks Mary, Bear listened on as the brunette beside him spoke about far off places. Destinations he's only see in print or on his tv. Not that he turned it on much. "Paris and Tokyo I'd think would be unforgettable experiences for far more than a touristy trip." Bear smiled at her, the woman beside him had achieved a lot in her young age. "What was your favorite thing you saw?" For a man that loved sights it was an expected question. Not that she knew that about him. "Oh," a low rumble of a chuckle rustled up his throat and Bear set his mug on the counter, "I haven't really been to much. I've traveled up north mostly and some places around the country... for the job."

The sound of his fork lightly grazing his plate filled the space for a brief moment. The hungry Bear took a few bites of food before he jumped back into the conversation with Leti. "I know you're kidding and all but please don't get lost out there. Especially in this cold. I know you're from California and aren't quite aware of the dangers of hypothermia, so yeah... I'm your company." In a way, it was always more enjoyable to traverse familiar trails with someone seeing them with fresh eyes, for the first time. He went back to eating, nodding his head as he shoveled forkfuls of the hearty meal in front of him into his mouth. "Do you enjoy break or are you one of those people that needs to constantly be doing something?" Bear thought about it for a second but ended up shrugging. "I'm always busy so you just tell me when and I'll make it happen." It was up to her really when she felt motivated to get out there in the wilderness in this cold.

[valewritessss]

Growing up as an only child people would always like talking to me and say I’m nice and generous then when they found out that I’m an only child they’d tell me “oh so you’re spoiled and don’t know how to share?”. And it was always so frustrating because why would I be spoiled? Yes both of my parents attention was only on me but they raised me right? And I’ve met people that are spoiled and not brats, like spoiled brat and spoiled are two different things.

And I love sharing and always have bc I never had anyone to share with so I like letting other people use my stuff. One of my friends that I did so many things for all of middle school (I gave her homework answers, pencils, erasers, bandaids, some of my lunch, gum, etc) told me that I don’t know how to share because I’m an only child. We’re not friends anymore because at one point she started rushing me to do my work so she could copy and she would not let me concentrate and she wouldn’t copy my shit while I was doing it and then she’d get mad at me because she was failing. But anyway, I was a little mad because you KNOW me, but you’re just gonna say that because why, exactly? It was like people were always telling me what I should be like and telling me that I don’t understand any childhood experiences.

And then I get told I must not know how to compromise just because I’m an only child? Like what? I will do anything to please you so what the hell are you talking about.

And people go on rants saying that parents need to start having more than two children because they hate only children. I’ve seen this so many times and it makes me a little sad because my parents tried, okay? Generalizing is not cool. They’ll hate only children just because they had a bad experience with someone that happened to be an only child. And then I’ll make friends with someone and when they find out I’m an only child they’ll tell me they never would’ve guessed because they hate only children. Thanks, I guess?

“You must not have a very good family bond” uhh why? My cousins are the closest thing I ever had as siblings growing up and I genuinely don’t understand when they would say this because it doesn’t mean I can’t bond with people my age.

“You probably get everything you want” i was told this just because I bought a new notebook when my old one ran out of pages. Again, what is the thought process here because it’s not like I can ask for anything and get it just because I’m the only kid my parents have.

I would say I’m lonely and want a sister and people would get straight up mad at me. “No you don’t you’re lucky” and you think there aren’t things I want that you have too? I literally feel so alone 24/7 but I guess I’m not allowed to feel that because at least I get privacy.

They also always assume I’m rich. I am very much not rich and I did have friends that lived in bigger houses and it made me so insecure about mine. Idk what it is about assuming only children are rich. I wish being an only child came with that bc then I’d never complain again. But unfortunately it doesn’t work like that.

Anyways. This was a random rant. I just remembered that I would get so frustrated because I would literally cry from the fact that I didn’t have a best friend or someone like a sibling to talk to, and then I’d be told my feelings weren’t valid. I know this is such a non issue, but just sharing I guess.

[puppppppppy]

i feel shy talking here when i dont have anything worth sharing but i cant help feeling like ive said things in the tags that could be brought up in court

[musical-chick-13]

They should invent a life that is not lonely.

[knightoflodis]

Can I minorly derail this? I just want to talk briefly about the gender role stuff on who approaches who. And as someone that is amab and grey ace and does not conform to my traditional birth gender roles, back before I realized all of those things the expectation that I was supposed to approach other people to date plus all the pressure that felt like if you couldn’t date someone you must be super gross really messed with my head and kind of broke me. I tried to force myself to be someone I was not. And that hurt. Others tried to force me to be someone different and to change how I was. That hurt. Like. I know how deeply ingrained the gender role expectations are, but they are very painful to people that want to be in relationships but something about them just makes them incompatible with the traditional stuff. And like. I still sometimes want to be in some form of a relationship (even if it isn’t romantic), but I have instead just set myself to be okay with being alone because there is no way in fuck that I am going to put myself out there in that same way again. Like. I am going to try and be less shy and maybe look for niche clubs to join somehow. But the cishet style of dating that I tried to force myself to do absolutely sucked and did not help my self esteem at all.

From early in Ozy's recent post urging more people to ask people out:

Straight men should ignore all these considerations and just ask people out. Straight women never ask anyone out. If you wait for them all to read and be convinced by the Asking People Out Manifesto, you’ll die a virgin.

Welp. Thanks for once again confirming and kinda-sorta implicitly condoning our deeply entrenched gendered norms around who initiates what and the fact that it's not going to change any decade soon. The exact framing and tone in the context of dating advice of "[shrug] as the guy, you're just expected to be the one to do this, that's just the way it is [subtlest hint of apologetic tone]" that I'm used to and complained about most of a decade ago.

I really don't want to be harsh on Ozy's article here. Ozy is approaching this from rationality and practicality and it's definitely helpful to be able to just state reality here. And they are one of the only non-male/conservative/PUA-ish bloggers I know of who has been consistently willing to give actual asking-out advice over the whole past decade. And their post is mostly good, I think, with maybe only a couple of points I have issues with.

[megaclubdiolis]

柄本 佑 || 「光る君へ」 (2024) · 第三十八回 「まぶしき闇」 ​​​

[intertexts]

hm.

[goofballproximitysurveyor]

not to depressionpost again but i think one of the worst feelings i've been having recently is aspirationless. i don't really feel like purposeless is the right word to describe it because i don't think i need a reason to exist but it sucks to just feel like i'm only acting out of survival. it would be nice to have some motivation to do anything outside of You Need To Do This To Stay Alive but nothing i do feels like i'm doing it out of any greater aspiration. i don't really feel like i have a choice in a lot of the things i do anyway.

[remma-demma]

Truly fucking insane to me how even some trans people have drunk the gender essentialist koolaid and think that trans men are like, inherently arms of the patriarchy and oppressors. Just like believing all cis men are each, individually responsible for patriarchy. Isn’t the point of feminism that the system and people’s unconscious upholding of the system are the thing to be criticizing?? Gender essentialism is still gender essentialism even if you do it to trans people.

I don’t know why people don’t understand that treating any group as a monolith whose experiences are all the same is like. Bad and harmful. Trans men are men but they are not cis men. Many of us have experienced girl / womanhood enforced on us by society and deeply understand the struggle. I don’t see why it’s harmful to acknowledge the fact that trans men experience misogyny!!!! Lots of trans men haven’t or won’t transition! I promise you even if we are men, see ourselves as men, the vast majority of society will not.

I really hate infighting and “calling out” whole sections of the community, and I guarantee I’m not talking about 90% of trans women who are normal but that other 10% act like trans men have betrayed women by “choosing to be men”. Isn’t that like, 1) literally gc / terf logic and 2) implying that trans people just up and choose their gender one day (not saying that some don’t but like. Being trans is a deeply personal thing that’s often not a choice.)

This is thinking that makes trans men guilty to be trans men. We’re used to hearing it from radfems but to hear it from people who are supposed to be our allies??? From people who we have something so deeply in common with? It fucking sucks!!!

[pantestudines]

having a "former gifted kid" type mental spiral

[demonophilia]

might go through and edit my pinned post to be a bit less subby LMAO now that im feeling more up to being dommy