#and neutered

[kissingfinelines]

need him to look down at me like this while i go down on his di-

[haemosexuality]

one step closer to being real

[declaweddisabledpurebred]

Earl [Original Post]

Senior (13 Years) | Neutered Male | Domestic Shorthair

Earl is FIV+.

Earl would do best in a home without other cats.

Available In: Raleigh, North Carolina (United States) [SPCA of Wake County]

Posted on August 22nd 2024

[astrangeavenue]

put they ass in the Cone

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[cryptidclownz]

narinder has never had so much self control

oh nvm

[owob]

posting the sfw version of this i guess

[bunniehrtz]

somebody sedate me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[ieatkeyboard]

All day. All night. No lube. No protection. Standing up. Sitting down. Laying down. On the bed. On the wall (bedroom). On the kitchen counter. Against the fridge. On the bathroom counter. In the shower. On the floor. On the wall (hallway). In a car. In a truck. Bent over a motorcycle. In the library. In the garden. On the washing machine. On the dryer. Over my desk. Over his desk. On the-

[ahotknife]

hollywood needs to quit making men wax/shave their chest hair for movies. what are we doing to our beautiful queens

[l3irdl3rain]

Cat update for the cat’s left behind at my sister’s new house. I got some more info. One was left behind by the upstairs tenant when she moved out. He was on my sister’s porch this morning crying to be let in. I went over to try to find him today but he didn’t show his face for me. I left a carrier for my sister so if that happens again she can see if she can grab him and put him in the carrier. Otherwise I’m going by again this weekend to see if I can find him.

The super pregnant mama I saw over the weekend has unfortunately given birth. I regret not just grabbing her then but my sister was still moving her stuff in and I didn’t want to risk making her neighbors hate her by taking someone’s cat before they’d even brought all the boxes inside. I think I know where the kittens are but I can’t possibly get to them so I can’t take Mama for now without making them starve to death. My sister did talk to the neighbors though and Mama was left behind 5 years ago when someone moved. So no need to worry about enraging her neighbors when I eventually take Mama.

Also before you say “an outdoor cat is a free cat” I get it. I really do. But in this scenario my sister would be facing the repercussions and not me. I figured I’d give her a day or two to unpack before I started asking to come over and take cats. Unfortunately that was all it took for Mama to pop out babies

[etraytin]

Hey everybody, meet Domino!

She’s a two-time teen mom down on her luck, but she’s left her bad home situation behind, gotten vaxxed, spayed and treated for fleas, and now she is ours!

The first time I saw her, I thought from her size she was probably six months old, but that’s what happens when dumbass humans let their four month old kittens get pregnant, and then don’t fix her afterward so their eight month old kitten gets pregnant again! Poor Domino’s body has spent most of her life growing other kittens instead of herself. She’s skinny as a rail and about 2/3 the size of Callisto in all dimensions, but she is sweet and brave and we all fell in love with her instantly. (Except Callisto, who is getting a supervised introduction, but we are pretty confident that these two yearling girlies will become friends and playmates.)

As for Callisto, she is very unsure about this new development, but she does like the “getting wrapped in a blanket” portion of scent introductions.

[salemoleander]

I am growing increasingly tired of the way certain sections of the MCYT fandom treats QPRs and non-romantic relationships as if they're inherently within Creator Boundaries. This is both ignorant of what QPRs are, and willfully avoids considering boundaries as anything beyond a useful checklist to bludgeon other fans with.

QPRs can look like friendships, friends with benefits, kink relationships, life partners, and a million other things. They can appear identical to romantic relationships from the outside. They can include sex. It's frustrating seeing QPRs morphed into Schrodinger's Platonic Relationship in fandom, where people write what is functionally just traditional romantic ship fic but still get to yell at other people for Breaking Creator Boundaries.

It feels like the assumption is "Romance might upset creators, but as long as it's platonic it's fine." As if a QPR fic where characters spend the whole time cuddling, or even a fic where they're assigned as family and are written to have a non-existent sibling relationship, wouldn't also be deeply weird & off-putting to creators. (I know many people don't approach creating fan content with creators in mind, but for those who evidently do it seems deeply odd to pretend that romance is taboo but cuddling/whump/etc are inherently unobjectionable.)

A fic where someone gets Overcome By Instincts and kidnaps another character to (platonically!!1!1!) force them to cuddle is way weirder than just having them kiss. Which is fine! It's fine to be weird! The problem is assuming that an ABO fic w/ the serial numbers filed off is inherently More Pure and palatable to creators just because it uses an & instead of a /, and in incorrectly redefining an entire complex relationship category to 'sexless off-brand romance that won't get me cancelled on Twitter'.

[ccwispy]

should’ve taken notes 💔

[gibson-g1rl]

his lips look so good in this FUCK

i need to be neutered

literally me

[vaspider]

Feisty Lady Anger and other things about me you hate

My mother prizes her anger, for all that she doesn't express it openly. I tell stories about her spiteful, steel-spined responses to people who told her, "You can't do that," and I point to them as Why I Am How I Am. Her father told her he wouldn't pay for her college because "women only go to earn the MRS degree," and she could "get married and have babies" without college. In response, Mom got her bachelor's in Mathematics in 1970 on her own dime, back in the days when in-state students didn't pay tuition at state schools (just another thing Reagan ruined). She worked and paid for her books and housing, got her degree, paid for her own wedding because he wouldn't do that either. Taught school, got her Master's, had three kids, started her Ph.D. with 3 under 6 and became a professor when the youngest was 5.

Tell me I can't, my mom told the world, and I'll show you that I can. I won't just do it, I'll become a department head and a Distinguished Professor and retire after 30 years of teaching other math teachers with a list of achievements as long as my arm.

There is an anger that runs deep in the women in my family. Tell me I can't, and I'll show you I can. Show me injustice and I'll tear at it with my teeth and hands, staring you down while I do. Backwards and in heels.

I can't tell you the moment I crossed out of Feisty Lady Anger in the eyes of the people close to me, but I can tell you the moment I noticed. Maybe it was when my voice started dropping or the growing muscles on my shoulders pulled my stance more square and upright. Maybe it was when I moved from they/them to he/they, and somehow I stepped from Diet Woman to Too Close To Man in their eyes.

It's a funny thing when all of a sudden your anger becomes real enough to be startling to people. Your anger is no longer feisty, charming, and attractive. This thing that people liked about you, that people who say they love you said they loved about you, suddenly becomes frightening, upsetting, and terrible. The way you didn't let people mow over you and fought back used to be a thing that people admired. It was actively attractive. It was one of your best qualities.

Now? It's ugly. It's disgusting. It's scary. The thing you were is gone, and now your anger is real to them.

It's in that moment that the blade cuts back towards you. You realize the reason your squared shoulders and set jaw drew people in couldn't be squared with the stubble on that jaw or the newfound strength in your arms. Feisty Lady Anger isn't real, not in the way a man's anger is real. Feisty Lady Anger is admirable, sure, but it is admirable because of its essential ineffectual nature. At most, Feisty Lady Anger fixes minor problems for the kids at school, gets the principal to back down from scolding your child when she politely asks the kid calling her a faggot on the bus if he knows what that really means, pushes a woman to achieve for her family, in appropriately neutered ways.

When you stop pretending to be a woman and become who you really are, when your anger becomes real, you realize both that the thing about you that people loved is gone and that this thing was attractive in the first place because of its ineffectiveness. Your anger wasn't scary because it wasn't real enough to be threatening.

Now you have Man Anger, and, you're told, you should apologize for that. It doesn't matter if it's the same anger you've always had, or that you're angry about the same things. It comes now in baritone, with belly hair and bellowing, and now it's both real and disgusting.

The worst part is watching it come from people you thought should know better, the people who should understand. You spent nearly 40 years being told to sit down and shut up because the men in your professional career were speaking, assured that if you just waited your turn, you'd be given a place to speak eventually, and now here you are being told within a community that claims to love and understand you, by people that claim to be in community with you and love who you are, that you actually don't have any real problems to speak about, also your Man Anger and Man Privilege (when do I get that, please?) are Scary and mean you should sit down and wait, and you'll be given a place to speak eventually.

It is the Transmasculine Catch-22: if you become Man Enough to no longer fit into Almost Lady, your anger becomes Real, which makes you realize that your anger wasn't Real before, but because it's Real now, you're not allowed to have it. And by the way, you're not allowed to be neither Man or Lady - now you're Man Enough, and that makes it all the more clear how you were simply Kirkland Signature Lady right up until the point you weren't.

There will be a few people who Fucking Get It, who don't see you as either a Failed Lady or a Broken Man, and you'll love those people all the more for their rarity. It won't take the sting out of realizing that the things people you love loved about you before now disgust and repel them, but it'll make it enough to keep going.

You couldn't stop, anyway. You've never felt more yourself, and the people who don't love you, the actual you, the real you... the loss of that hurts, but not nearly as much as the idea of pretending to be something else did.