#and i had to interact more with other adults

[the-softest-sunflower]

Some ideas off the top of my head. 😊

Good posture/avoiding slouching is very impressive. There are websites and videos to help show you how.

Actually listen to people and seek to understand what they are saying, not just waiting for your turn to speak. Everyone loves an active listener. Ask questions too. Especially if you’re trying to impress someone like for a job interview, when they ask if you have any questions, make sure you have at least one. (What are the expected hours? For example.) Asking questions shows engagement and interest.

Remember that most people are self absorbed and are stuck in their own thoughts and concerns rather than noticing and judging you for idk that wrinkle in your shirt or if you’re smiling correctly. No need to mask perfectly. Unless something is very “in your face” like if you shout at people or insult them, then chances are it won’t be noticed by many. If I’m in a store and get stressed, I stomp my feet a little or make quiet sounds to myself and literally no one bats an eye.

If you make a mistake, promptly apologize and then move on. Of course it depends on what kind of a mistake it is, but let’s say you call somebody by the wrong name and they correct you. Respond just with “oh I’m so sorry! [Use their correct name now.] My apologies.” Make sure you are sincere. And then continue whatever the conversation had been. No need for adding in a bunch of “I’m such an idiot” or “you must hate me now” comments. Those comments are not needed and I promise other people just want a simple sorry.

Maybe also you could try searching for “adult social interaction” tips online if you want more.😊 I hope these ideas help!

anyone got any masking tips to come across as nice healthy self regulated normal interesting etc

[moonsandmobilityaids]

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Content Warnings: Adult content, mostly accurate depictions of being an onlyfans creator (hi, I am one), reader is fem, uses a wheelchair, and has cerebral palsy.

The morning dawns with the usual mundane rhythms of life for James, Sirius, and Remus. But beneath the surface, there's a tension that wasn't there before, an undercurrent of anticipation sparked by their interaction with you last night. Although none of them would dare to admit it, your presence has left a mark.

James stretches languidly as he reaches for his phone on the bedside table. His fingers hover over the screen, still warmed by the memory of your messages from the previous night. He hesitates, then checks his messages, half-hoping to see your name pop up.

The truth is, he's been intrigued—obsessed might be a better word—by your content for months now, ever since he and Sirius stumbled upon one of your videos on a porn site. Your voice, your style, the way you command attention without demanding it—it was all so different from what they were used to seeing. And it hooked them instantly.

Remus was more reserved at first, or at least he tried to be. But James knows Remus well enough to see past the stoic facade, to recognize the telltale signs of desire. The slight widening of his eyes when your name is mentioned, the faint tightening of his jaw when he watches your videos. And though Remus rarely suggests joining in on their viewing sessions, when he does, it's always with an eagerness that belies his cool exterior.

Sirius, on the other hand, has never been one for subtlety. He was the first to suggest subscribing to your channel, practically begging James to do it because—as he so eloquently put it—"If I don’t, I’ll die without seeing more of her."

It didn't take much to convince them.

The corners of James's mouth curl into a smile, the memory of yesterday's success warming him from within. He remembers how they'd tipped you, and in return, you'd sent them a private thank-you video that had arrived like an unexpected gift. They'd huddled together on the wide leather couch to watch it, the screen casting a soft glow on their faces. Each word, each gesture—it all felt so personal.

His thumb hesitates above the message thread, the image of you on his screen making his heart flip. Suddenly, the usual confidence that carries James through his days wavers. He's not used to this feeling—this fluttering uncertainty that comes with each tap of his fingers on the screen. But there's something exciting about it too, a thrill that has nothing to do with danger or daring and everything to do with you.

ProngsPlayground_free: Hey again! Just wanted to say we really enjoyed the video you sent last night. I think we watched it more than once... or maybe that was just me. 😉 We’re excited to check out the rest of your content—I feel like we’ve only just started, and I’m already hooked. Hope you don’t mind a little healthy obsession. 😏

James smiles as he sends the message, already imagining how you might react to his words. He knows you likely receive countless messages like this, that his is one among many. But there’s something about the way you engage with your subscribers, the personal touch in your replies, the thoughtfulness of your content, that makes him feel seen.

He sets his phone down, a grin playing on his lips, and heads towards the kitchen where Sirius is already seated at the table, a cup of coffee in hand. His dark hair is tousled from sleep, eyes brightening as James enters the room.

"Did you message her?" Sirius's voice cuts through the quiet, his eyes glinting with interest as he raises an eyebrow.

James grins, leaning against the kitchen counter with a nonchalance that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Of course I did," he says, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Told her we liked the video."

"Liked?" Sirius leans back in his chair, arms folded across his chest as he scoffs lightly. There's a seriousness to his tone that belies the casual tilt of his head. "That porn was bloody brilliant, Prongs. Don't undersell it."

James shrugs, but there's a spark in his eyes—a recognition of the truth in Sirius's words. "Yeah, well, 'brilliant' seemed a bit too..."

"Too what? Accurate?" Sirius interrupts, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "You watched it three times last night, and not because it wasn't effective." His eyes hold a knowing gleam. "Remus and I did the same. Hell, Remus had me suck him off while he watched, but that's beside the point," Sirius continues, his expression sobering despite the laughter still dancing in his eyes. "Just listening to her moans was enough for me. If anyone could make us reconsider our rule against collabs, it's her."

James laughs, a sound that echoes around the room, but there's a hesitation in it—a crack in the foundation of their rules that lets in a sliver of possibility. "Yeah, yeah. You're just saying that because she's got you all worked up. We have our rules for a reason, Pads."

"But don't you feel it too?" Sirius insists, leaning forward in his chair, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the tabletop. "There's something different about her. The way she moves, the way she talks in those videos—it's like she's right there with us." He pauses, searching for the right words. "She's got... presence, Prongs. It’s like she’s in the room with us.”

Remus walks in, pausing to take in the scene before making a beeline for the coffee machine. "You're talking about her again, aren't you?"

James chuckles, not denying it. "Guilty."

"Obviously," Sirius agrees, raising his mug in a mock toast. "Come on, Moony, don't pretend you're not into her. You've watched her videos just as much as we have."

Remus doesn't respond immediately, instead pouring himself a cup of coffee and settling into a chair at the table. He's quiet for a moment, thoughtful in a way that makes James and Sirius exchange a glance across the room. Remus isn't one to wear his emotions on his sleeve—he tends to keep his thoughts close to his chest, especially when it comes to matters like this. But they've known each other for too long not to pick up on the subtle signs.

"I'll admit," Remus starts, cradling the warm mug between his hands, "there's something captivating about her videos. The way she handles the camera, the way she speaks—it feels... authentic."

"Exactly," James echoes, settling back against the couch cushions beside him. "It's like she's speaking directly to us, even when she isn't."

Sirius leans forward, his voice low and conspiratorial. "So... when are we watching more? Because if you two are planning to watch her porn without me, I'll be really put out."

Remus's eyebrow arches upwards, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "We'll watch together, Pads. Don't worry."

James's hand drifts back to his phone; excitement thrums beneath his skin, an unusual sensation when it comes to pornographic content. It's rare for all three of them to agree on anything of this nature. Their tastes vary widely, despite how seamlessly they function together in the bedroom, enjoying the films they create but often disagreeing on the appeal of others found online.

But this—this is different. There's something about you, about the authenticity you exude, that has captured their collective attention. And James isn't about to let that go unexplored.

"Look," James points out, his eyes trained on the screen he checks his messages. "She's online now. We might be able to get a response soon."

Sirius grins and stretches, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "Excellent. I can't wait to see what she thinks."

The morning wears on, punctuated by the hum of casual conversation and the clinking of cutlery against plates. Every so often, one of them will glance at James's phone, willing it to light up with your reply.

And then, just as they're starting to lose hope, the device vibrates, drawing their gazes like magnets. James is the first to react, snatching up the phone and unlocking it with trembling fingers. His breath catches in his throat as he sees your username, the familiar sight sending a jolt of anticipation through him.

You: I'm glad you all enjoyed the video! And don't worry, I don't mind a bit of healthy obsession 😘 Prepare to deep dive into my content—I have lots more to share.

James' eyes skim the response before he reads it aloud for Sirius and Remus. The words hang in the air between them, a promise of more to come.

"Merlin's beard," Sirius breathes, leaning back in his chair with a low whistle. "She's really laying it on thick, isn't she?"

Remus chuckles, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. "It’s her job, but I can't say I mind. She knows how to keep an audience interested."

"More than interested," James mutters, already typing out a reply. His fingers hover over the keyboard as he crafts the perfect response—flirtatious but not too forward. It's a delicate dance, especially when interacting with other creators on OnlyFans, but James has always had a knack for reading the room. And if your response is any indication, you're just as invested in this game of cat and mouse as they are.

ProngsPlayground_free: Ready? We've been ready since we subscribed. 😏 Can't wait to see what else you have in store for us. Looks like you've gained three new dedicated fans.

James leans back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as the message sends. He's always been the bold one, unafraid to take the lead, especially when it involves someone who's piqued his interest—you.

Sirius glances over his shoulder, reads the message, and grins. "Smooth move, Prongs."

"Someone's got to do it," James replies, shrugging nonchalantly though the anticipation thrums beneath his casual exterior.

Remus remains quiet, nursing his coffee, but there's a spark in his eyes that James recognises all too well. Remus may be the most reserved of them, but when something—or rather, someone—catches his attention, he's every bit as intense as the rest of them, perhaps even more so.

Hours stretch into the evening, the usual routine unfolding around them, yet their minds are elsewhere—on you, on your next words or posts that might appear. By nightfall, they find themselves huddled in front of the computer screen again, this time delving deeper into your page.

Sirius's gaze is locked onto the screen, his grey eyes wide as he watches one of your more intimate videos unfold. James and Remus flank him on either side, their attention equally riveted. It's hard not to be when you're so effortlessly engaging. On the video, you're showering, seated on a stool for comfort, and while they've seen plenty of films featuring girls in showers, none have felt quite like this—real, raw, and somehow infinitely more captivating.

"Fuck me," Sirius breathes, leaning closer as if drawn by some invisible force. "She's... she's something else."

James nods, unable to tear his gaze away. You're different from anyone they've watched before, and that uniqueness keeps them coming back for more. Now that they're subscribed, there's a thrill in knowing they have access to everything—every video, every post, every tantalising hint of what's to come.

Remus shifts beside them, his eyes never leaving the screen. "That she is..." His voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished but the sentiment hanging in the air. There's an electricity in the room now, a charge that wasn't there before.

A grin splits Sirius's face as he elbows Remus. "See? Even you're getting into it."

Laughter bubbles up from James, a sound that rings with truth because they all know there's something to Sirius's jest. They're drawn in, each for their own reasons—curiosity, admiration, shared passion—and it's impossible to deny anymore.

"Alright, alright," Remus concedes, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "Just one more video. But then it's back to work."

The promise of discovery thrills them all, even if the idea is daunting. Each click brings them closer to something they can't yet define, a connection that transcends distance and time. And for now, that's enough. Let the mystery unravel slowly, let anticipation build with every shared glance and whispered theory.

Because who knows what tomorrow may bring? Perhaps, just perhaps, it'll be the day they finally solve the enigma that is you.

[gil-estel]

*sigh*

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[borgqueens]

This is an important question that isn’t discussed enough on radblr imo. Long post ahead:

I recently read a book called Before War (2023) by Elisha Daeva, which is about how patriarchy originated in prehistory. It brings up the Mosuo and other societies as an example of how patriarchy isn’t universal or innate. This is the author’s suggestion for adapting that kind of family structure for our modern, globalized, industrialized society:

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(I've elided some paragraphs about tantric sex, joyful birth rituals, livestreamed amateur porn...this is definitely not a book about radical feminist/lesbian/separatist politics. There’s a lot of “I love men, don’t blame men, blame toxic masculinity.” Some of the assertions seemed pretty far-fetched and it veers into woo pretty often, but I thought the parts where the author stuck to the facts were edifying.)

The problem I see with this “finding a clan or community” idea is it’s easier said than done. There are tons of posts and articles out there about how hard it is to find and/or maintain friendships and social connections as an adult. People are so isolated from each other; do most of us really have enough people who we can trust fully, with whom we can form a community and intertwine our lives as closely as described above?

I feel like capitalism and income inequality are a huge obstacle to any kind of restructuring of society. As long as we're fighting for limited resources, our interactions and connections with each other will be motivated by personal gain instead of what's best for the community or humanity overall.

This is what Daeva has to say about equal resource distribution:

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Meanwhile, in The Creation of Patriarchy (1986), Gerda Lerner's take on p. 228 is basically the shrug emoji:

The system of patriarchy is a historic construct; it has a beginning; it will have an end. Its time seems to have nearly run its course—it no longer serves the needs of men or women and in its inextricable linkage to militarism, hierarchy, and racism it threatens the very existence of life on earth. What will come after, what kind of structure will be the foundation for alternate forms of social organization we cannot yet know. We are living in an age of unprecedented transformation. We are in the process of becoming.

And here's Shulamith Firestone's take from p.11 of The Dialectic of Sex (1970):

I thought Herland (1915) had some good ideas too (apart from the racism) but that society had the very important difference of being male-free, and also the book was written more than 100 years ago and things have changed a lot since then.

My personal, and totally non-expert, take is: to arrive at the “correct” answer to this question requires an answer to the nature vs nurture question. We know men commit more than 90% of violent crimes and are responsible for every war ever, and most men, even the "good ones", harbor violent rape fantasies that they would turn into rape realities if they could get away with it.

Are men like that because of socialization, or are they naturally violent, aggressive, predisposed to dominating behavior? If it turns out it’s nature, then men can’t be allowed to occupy leadership positions in any society where women are free, because if they have power, they’ll abuse it. Maybe men can’t be allowed in society at all because they’ll eventually start the cycle of violence and domination all over again. Maybe we stop birthing male babies and make do with sperm bank reserves for a few generations until we figure out human parthenogenesis. OK, now I'm going off on a utopian sci-fi tangent. But yeah, unpopular opinion but there it is: maybe women can only be free when men no longer exist.

Getting back to reality, other miscellaneous thoughts:

abolition of gender

abolition of organized religion

abolition of porn and prostitution

socialism, free or cheap education/healthcare/housing etc so no woman is forced into the sex industry or surrogacy

I know it’s odd to say, but we can’t really talk about how to liberate women until we know what a society where women are free looks like.   Like, you can’t know how to get there until you know where there is. 

and this is something lacking in all feminist writing i’ve read so far.  there’s an assumption that we all know what it is we’re working toward.   But it’s never defined or fleshed out.   I mean, most feminist writing don’t even explicitly state that we are working towards the emancipation of women, the liberation of  women.   And this is partly why we’ve fallen into the weaksauce concept of ‘equality’ with men.   

so, to know how to get there, we’ve gotta talk about what ‘there’ is.   What does the emancipation of women look like?  how does that affect the social organization?  the economic sphere?  the organization of labor?  the organizaiton of land?   

if the family unit is the instrument of the oppression of women, then what is the basic economic/social unit?  is it the neoliberal view of every man for himself?  is it the collectivist view of small communes with shared finances?   What economic/social model exactly best facilitates the freedom of women?  This needs to be broadly understood, so we know what the goal is, so we know how to best work towards it. 

[yellow-dejavu]

[the-acid-pear]

It's not easy to be a guy with a weird gender and complicated relationships with its sexuality and romantic attraction and fat and autistic and traumatized to the bone but someone has to do it

[aquateenpatrolsomethingshowshow]

Happy New Year’s Eve!

[mydr3aminvi0let]

i wear a lot of skirts and pink and whatnot as my style has developed with me & my personality but when one of those age regression girlies latch onto me....i do not like that

[doctorwhoisadhd]

i wanna do zoo reviews. just rating zoos ive been to based on various metrics. call it something fun like the WOMBAT scale. Walkability Options Markedness Biodiversity Academicness Total or something like that

[altair214]

i wish my family weren’t so transphobic

[alivegirlmari]

for the first four eps of s2 literally the only time the adults share scenes are a) lottie & nat at the cult, b) tai walking into van’s store, and c) shauna at misty’s house. and then we don’t see the core six truly interacting until 2x07. so like. biggest fear with s3 is that we’ll spend another half-to-almost entire season with them separated again minus one dynamic (tai & van in this case), especially with lottie presumably in a facility, the sadeckis having their little murder family moment, and walter staying misty’s #1 scene partner. rattling the bars of my cage rn. [let my gays marry voice] let my milfs all interact and make each other worse!!!!

[narutomaki]

why is the seeking of approval and delight in your craft becoming like. wrong to want.

I am a lurker, I know this. I like and reblog and kudos and bookmark but I rarely have something relevant to say and regardless artists are not "put feedback in get content out" machines; but is not the first thing we do when drawing run to show the ones we love? do we not seek to share and delight?

yes, likes act as that. so do kudos and silent reblogs and bookmarks and favorites and other silent methods of support.

maybe I, as someone who gets 1 or 2 likes per post (with the rare outbreak of 100-200 note fandom pieces), don't have the insight that some others seem to but like....

if an artists puts 8 hours of work into something on their own time that they love and are passionate about, that they thrive on while creating, and then posts it and is met with nothing? at all? it hurts. my dude. to use all the "right" tags, to post at the right time, the post on a schedule and still get the amount of interaction I have my whole artistic career?

well it's no real wonder I don't create as much as I could, if a child is met with no approval they will either throw a temper tantrum or silently stop creating.

[helmetjellyfish]

there wasn’t a convenient way to put this on my last post, but ryou notably refers to his mom as ママ (“mama”), as opposed to お母さん (“okaa-san”) or 母さん (“kaa-san”) which mahiro and koutarou use respectively when speaking to their mothers. it’s the same as what nagisa uses for nagiko and carries a more familiar/childish connotation.

[drac0nequus]

one thing ive noticed about the way i use tumblr is i don't reblog posts based on whether i think they're "correct" or not. im not combing through every word and tallying up how many unlearned biases the op is displaying. i reblog posts that are emotionally raw. i reblog people who are venting and hurting and being genuine, even if it's messy or unfair in some ways. posts i reblog aren't a moral value, and they aren't teaching materials. im finding moments of community where someone was frustrated or hurt and then dared to be vulnerable and raw. i just find that i value these posts. people's experiences matter, even if their emotions about the experience reveal where they are in their journey. idk it seems like not everyone uses this site in this way

[chronicbitchsyndrome]

i have been in community with profoundly developmentally disabled peers and peers with brain damage my whole life, bc i had a childhood diagnosis. i have also been leftist my whole life; my mother was a marxist and raised me that way, and while their politics were absolute dogshit, they were lefty dogshit.

my entire life, i have seen leftist educators throw mentally disabled people away as "lost causes" because they couldn't engage with the material the way it was being presented. leftist outreach and education does, genuinely, have a massive lack of accessible material. to be blunt, people are not interested in retrofitting their leftist outreach to be accessible to people who learn best through episodes of sesame street.

as in, i have repeatedly faced outright laughter and cruelty over the idea that this could be a priority. or even something that we consider doing at all.

"people who are that mentally disabled don't need to know about these things," the kindest interpretation goes. ("people who are that mentally disabled don't interact with the world, anyway, they're all in institutions or monitored 24/7 by their parents," the uncharitable underlying assumptions go. "they wouldn't be a worker who needs a union. or a library attendee. or a member of the community garden. or a volunteer at the food bank. or or or")

the people i have seen this hurt the worst, over and over again, are profoundly mentally disabled people of color whose lack of access to accessible antiracist education is causing real danger in their lives. institutionalized disabled people of color who have learned racist ideology and behaviors from white authority, whether they were adopted by white families or incarcerated in care institutions run by white staff. who are treated lower than garbage by leftist educators, who view them as "lost causes," as unworthy of time and effort and attention, as deserving of their abuses because they... what... internalized the abuses that make up every aspect of their lives since birth?

i see people saying things in this conversation like "disability isn't an excuse for racism or transphobia or whatever, people have the obligation to improve themselves." oh, believe me, i have seen again and again how many privileged disabled people utilize their disabilities to punch down on others, try to escape accountability for their punching down by citing disability. but individual weaponization of identity is just that: weaponization of identity.

the power structures at play are what they are. it is a noble and admirable goal to want leftist outreach and education to be more accessible to all. if that is truly your goal, you must eventually reckon with the existence of people who do, actually, really need it presented in a picture book. or an episode of bluey. or a conversation where you only use examples of people they know in real life, using things that happened to them personally. the existence of people who cannot grasp forms of abstract reasoning, who need information presented as rules, or as guidelines, or as categories. the idea that yes, fully grown adults who need daniel tiger to explain racism to them are human beings who not only deserve access to that very thing, but who also deserve to be a part of leftist spaces and benefit from leftist organizing. are people for whom it might be INTEGRAL they get to be a part of leftism. are victims of racism themselves and suffering without access to antiracist spaces and community and support.

and you will need to reckon with the abject cruelty of your peers who laugh and mock the very idea of this. you need to reckon with the fact that a lot of people you respect, a lot of leftists doing genuinely good work, will respond to this by making fun of the people you're serving, even outright telling you their violent fantasies about these people. that is the experience of organizing in leftist spaces for profoundly disabled people. that is why so many of us burn out so fast. there IS a structural problem with mentally disabled people being seen as disposable and not a part of community. and it is EXTREMELY present in leftist organizing and outreach efforts.