#australian radfem

[queenboudicaa]

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The Australian government gaslighting every single woman with this commercial.

[freckled-radfem]

Calling all radfems living in Victoria, Australia

Let me know if you're interested in joining a Discord server for radfems in Victoria (mostly in Melbourne). We're very active, hold weekly meetings and other hangouts, and are planning to put our beliefs into action in the form of posters, brochures and a website that's coming soon. It's time to take action in the real world instead of just reblogging posts on Tumblr. Feel free to message me if you're keen to join other likeminded women.

[maxdibert]

That poster is mistaken. While it was a more casually violent society in many ways than it is today, stripping someone naked in front of a crowd for a laugh was not a culturally acceptable thing to do in 1970s Britain. Boarding schools had earned a reputation for being hotbeds of sexual assault, but this was seen as abhorrent, not normalised. Bullying usually took more insidious forms - stealing possessions, false rumours, ostracism, othering. Not so much physical and especially not sexualised assault of the person - the most common physical act of bullying was flushing someone’s head down the toilet, and this was seen as a terrifying warning shot to anyone who’d stand up to the bullies, not an amusing daily occurance. Snape’s Worst Memory is a visceral shock to the system for your average British reader. I vividly remember my mum being outraged by it when the book came out. It was meant to be a gut punch, not your average 1970s Tuesday. James is not culturally recognisable to British people as the typical American ‘jock’ that ‘hazed’ and ‘pantsed’ kids so regularly that’s it seen as normal and teens find it funny. Those aren’t terms that exist here. He’s culturally recognisable to British people as the sort of upper class privately educated sociopath that ends up failing upwards until they’re running the country because they’re smooth talkers. Think David Cameron or Boris Johnson. In the UK in the 1970s a real life James would probably have to be more worried about people calling him gay if he stripped another boy in public.

Australia and the United States might be fellow Anglophone countries, but their cultural contexts are different and some of the responses to your post seem to be applying their own contexts or misapplying aspects of British authors they’ve read to excuse behaviour as ‘just British culture’. It absolutely was not.

Well, since they just implied in Greek that I can’t talk about class issues or do any global contextual analysis because I’m Spanish and Spaniards are colonizers, I’m not really taking it too seriously. In any case, since I wasn’t raised in a British context, I don’t feel I have the authority to speak about the situation in schools during that social context. Still, it sounded quite odd to me that it could be so normalized because, although bullying was common in certain contexts not too long ago, James and Sirius’s behavior reaches extremes that threaten the lives and physical integrity of their classmates. But, well, this person replied again, insisting that in Great Britain, it was normal at that time to sexually assault your classmates. I’m not going to argue, just in case they think I’m trying to bring back the Spanish Armada or something, you know?

[ginger-fitzgeralld]

An Australian “trans inclusive” Premier League women’s football team with five male players has secured victory in the grand final match after dominating games throughout the summer. During the 2024 season of the North West Sydney Football Women’s Premier Competition, The Flying Bats won all 17 games and scored 76 goals while only a total of 8 points were scored against them.

The Flying Bats, a football club for “self-identified women and non-binary people,” has attracted significant criticism that has escalated over the past year. The mounting outcry presumably motivated the decision by regulators to ramp up security measures during the Women’s Premier League grand final game on Sunday, which they won, 5-4, over West Pennant Hills Cherrybrook Football Club.

Earlier this year the team was awarded a $1,000 prize after winning the North West Sydney League pre-season Beryl Ackroyd Cup, following a season of winning every game they played in the Women’s Premier League matches, 10-0. The news generated significant outcry and resulted in The Flying Bats making international headlines.

Australian talk radio presenter Ben Fordham spoke with one of the attendees at yesterday’s match. According to the caller, identified only as David, security guards conducted bag checks and required all who attended to ditch their recording devices.

“There was quite a high security presence up there, and… they were actually doing bag checks to make sure no one had brought in any sort of device to film the game any bigger than a mobile phone. I was told by security that they’d had to ask one person who refused to let them into their bag to leave the premises. So they were clamping down on people there trying to take footage… because The Flying Bats are a hot topic in football circles these days,” David said.

“West Pennant had a really vocal crowd up there… At the end of the game, when the full-time whistle went, you should have heard the boos coming from the West Pennant Hills crowd section. It was deafening,” he added.

West Pennant Hills Cherrybrook Football Club shared an encouraging message to their female athletes on Facebook yesterday after the loss.

“Our Premier Leauge Womens team have left everything on Christie Park this afternoon losing 5-4 in heartbreaking fashion to the Flying Bats,” the post read. “You embodied everything it means to play for our club over an amazing 90 mins of football. We could not be prouder of you girls!”

Comments on the Facebook post were entirely supportive of the women. “Well done ladies! That team should never been allowed to compete,” read one response. “Your girls are the winners here. [You] didn’t lose, [you] were robbed. Shame on the soccer federation for letting this happen,” read another.

According to regulations put forward by the North West Sydney Football Association (NWSFA), “players may register and participate on the basis of their gender identification.” There are a total of at least nine trans-identified males playing football within the women’s leagues, though their identities have been protected and withheld by Australian media.

Guidelines issued by the Australian Human Rights Commission state that under the federal Sex Discrimination Act 1984, sporting organizations are forbidden from enforcing “discrimination” on the basis of a self-declared gender identity. “An example of direct discrimination would be a sporting organization refusing a trans woman’s application for membership because she is transgender,” the guidelines state.

In response to landslide victories secured by The Flying Bats FC, six other football clubs whose women’s teams had competed against them organized an informal meeting on March 17 at the Ranch Hotel in North Ryde. The Northwest Sydney Football Association became aware of the conversation and scheduled a formal meeting. An email was sent out to the club presidents from the CEO of North West Sydney Football, Matthew Geracitano, instructing them to attend a meeting on the evening of March 20 at Christie Park.

Included in the email sent to football club presidents was a packet titled “Online Hate Speech” produced by the eSafety Commission. Above the attachment, the following sentence was highlighted in yellow: “If individuals responsible for posting seriously harmful material do not comply with a removal notice, we can seek civil penalties or fines against perpetrators (up to $111,000).”

During the meeting, which was attended by CEO of Football NSW John Tsatsimas, attendees were told that a decision to boycott participation by forfeiting matches against The Flying Bats would result in “disciplinary action” being issued.

As previously revealed by Reduxx, one of the five men on the women’s football team is trans activist Riley Dennis, who was previously accused of severely injuring women while participating on another women’s team. Dennis could be seen towering over the female players during Sunday’s game, while wearing the Flying Bats uniform decorated with colors from the Pride progress flag.

Dennis, born Justin, 32, currently plays for The Flying Bats, but last year was a member of the Inter Lions team in New South Wales. On May 21, 2023, during a game between the Inter Lions and the St. George football clubs at the Majors Bay Reserve, Dennis launched his smaller female opponent towards a metal fence using an aggressive tackle as the two chased down the ball.

Reduxx was provided footage of the match, which showed the female player laying on her side, unmoving, as the transgender player casually walked away.

The month prior, Dennis was said to have injured another female player, who reportedly had to seek hospital attention as a result of her injury. A letter-writing campaign was launched by Kirralie Smith, a spokeswoman with Binary Australia, encouraging concerned individuals to contact Football New South Wales, which reportedly then received over 12,000 submissions.

For her role in bringing awareness to the injuries sustained by female athletes, Smith was visited by New South Wales Police and handed an Apprehended Violence Order (AVO) on March 30 that year requiring that she neither discuss nor approach Dennis. The AVO was withdrawn by authorities in September.

Earlier this year, Reduxx spoke with president of St. Patrick’s Football Club Frank Parisi, who revealed that at least 20 female players had excluded themselves from the sport, presumably due to safety concerns over serious injuries that had already occurred as a result of male participants in women’s matches.

Parisi described a range of problems that had arisen as a result of men playing in women’s football matches, as well as an incident in which a female player’s leg was broken in two places by a trans-identified male during a game. Female players have been self-excluding from the sport by the dozens, said Parisi, in order to avoid competing against the male players.

“A couple of year ago, one of The Flying Bats players broke one of our players’ legs in a game. It was a clumsy tackle from behind. Our player had her leg broken in two places and she’s no longer playing football. It was a direct result of a real bad, tall player… he didn’t get a red card,” Parisi said.

However, while the trans-identified male who caused the injury was not penalized, one female player who rushed to help the injured woman was suspended for a comment she made during the incident.

“One of our players rushed over to try to help her, she was screaming in so much pain. At that time, she made a derogatory remark to the Bats player, which we apologized for. [She was] suspended. The Bats player, nothing happened to [him].” Parisi clarified that following this incident, the player was suspended from matches for a total of eight weeks.

In 2022, the year in which a female player for St. Patrick’s FC had her leg broken by a trans-identified male associated with The Flying Bats, club president for the latter group, Jen Peden, was honored with a Fair Play award presented by the NWSFA – a fact announced to the club’s Facebook page with the comment, “We play nice.”

In March, massive public outcry ensued after news broke of the five trans-identified players on The Flying Bats team. In response, LGBTI Rights Australia, a Facebook community with over 250,000 followers, made a public statement mocking “TERF Nazis” and suggesting that “transphobes” should “train a bit harder.”

[maslows-pyramid-scheme]

I think the reasoning behind why women receive harsher convictions and longer sentences perfectly encapsulates the problems with a gender-blind legal system!

In Australia, the harsher conviction, murder, requires a person to have an intent to kill them they perform their fatal action, based on the idea that a person who acts with intent is more morally culpable than a person who acts without intent. Men, being larger, stronger, and more frequently the abuser, tend to kill their female partners in the 'heat of the moment' and 'fits of rage' (even if this isn't the case, it's easier for him to argue that he was 'just really angry,' e.g. a man, hurt by his friend's rejection of his romantic advances sprayed her with aerosol and lit the aerosol on fire, killing her, just said he as 'super upset' and 'didn't mean to kill her,' and successfully managed to avoid a murder conviction) whereas women, to be in a position where they actually can kill their male partners, tend to kill men when they're sleeping (and it's much harder to argue that she was terrified or that she'd been abused or that he was raping her daughters because it's not 'in that moment,' e.g. a woman who murdered her husband with an axe after he admitted to raping the youngest teen/tween daughter couldn't say it was 'in the moment' because she waited for him to go to sleep).

And, because the law developed with men's 'responses' to to things in mind, the law has room to consider men's motivations, men's 'understandable ignorance,' and the causes of male distress - men can say something like 'she threatened to take the kids and leave, and I just got so scared and angry and strangled her' or 'we were just having sex, and I was choking her, because that's a normal thing men and women do, and I didn't realise she died,' and the law agrees, because men have always been the subject of the law, and, as such, the law distinguishes between a hardened killer who sits and plans a murder, and a man, stifled by stoicism, who just breaks down in a fit of emotion (whereas women weren't recognised as having full legal personhood until relatively recently, and were widely regarded as private men's private issues to deal with).

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to matter to courts/the common law just how unreasonably men were acting when they killed their victims. There's an Australian case where a man is sitting in a steamroller and gets taunted by some teenagers; he chases after them in the steamroller into some shrubbery when it's dark and 'inadvertently' runs over some of them, killing them, but he technically didn't intend to kill them when he chased after them in his steamroller in poor visibility... But, because we're so fixated on intent and so blind to body disparities, it didn't matter.

I've been so angry after it was shown that women who kill their abusive husbands get more jail time than abusive husbands that murder their wives....

Like, imagine a random man goes into a woman's house and beats her, rapes her, and holds her hostage by threatening to kill her and/or her kids if she tries to escape. If this woman was to kill him while his guard was down to escape, I cannot imagine any court actually trying to convict her for his death. She'd likely be seen as a hostage who was a victim of a horrific crime the entire time and had reasonable fear for her life even if he wasn't actively attacking her a the moment she killed him.

But if that man was her husband she'd be convicted of 1st degree murder. Her husband's crimes against her wouldn't matter. His threats against her or her family wouldn't matter.

And if her husband strangled her to death during one of his beatings it would only be 2nd degree murder. Even if he had a history of beating/strangling her and threatening to murder her.

Married women might not officially be legally men's property anymore, but that mentality still seems to linger.

[deadoveater]

tw physical assault, sexual assault and sexual exploitation of women and girls.

I encourage radfems to watch the following documentary called "our last cry" which is about comfort women made by arirang tv in 2013.

(some comments have pointed out that the subtitles in the first part seem to incorrect at times, especially when filipino women are talking.)

japan has since apologized to south korean women who were victims of their war crimes in 2015 (although not every south korean was satisfied) and to filipino women this year. I couldnt find any mention of them apologizing to chinese and australian victims, but this year a few family members of chinese victims have filed a lawsuit in china against japan.

[remnants-of-his-last-resort]

where in the world did you spring from dude

The depths of hell <3

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[lostloveletters]

And I Lay Right Down in My Favorite Place (Bill "Hoosier" Smith x Reader)

Summary:  The Australian heat has nothing on how you feel when you finally get Hoosier to yourself.

Note: Female reader, but no descriptors are used. Title comes from the song I Wanna Be Your Dog. This is based on the fictionalized characters in the miniseries and not the real individuals. Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Light period-typical misogyny. Obviously some historical inaccuracies. Sexually explicit content including oral sex (f. receiving) and some femdom elements. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Your shadow cast abnormally long over Hoosier, his eyes scrunched shut as he slept in the rapidly setting Australian sun, curled up on his cot like a cat on a windowsill. If he had actually moved from that spot in the past few days, you would have felt bad waking him up. Except he hadn’t unless absolutely necessary, and so you attempted to disguise your selfish request as simple altruism.

“Hoosier, c’mon, we’re in Melbourne—civilization! You can’t just sleep through it. At least spend one night out so you don’t regret it.” He was unresponsive. “Please, for me?”

He snickered. “Even if I wanted to—which I don’t—I don’t have a pass.”

“I swiped an extra one. Look, everyone else ran off with some girl, and I have no one to go to bars with me tonight,” you said, stretching the truth a bit. Chuckler promised he’d look out for you in whatever little local dives you ended up in. For the most part, he had, but after a few drinks, he’d get distracted by a local girl, and you’d have to fend off equally drunk suitors without him as reliable backup.

“Fuck, alright,” he grumbled, pushing himself up from his cot, blanket still wrapped securely around his shoulders.

You shoved the dubiously acquired pass into his hand. “I just need to change, and—”

“Change?”

He stood up, the two of you staring each other down in an unspoken stand-off, waiting to see who would fold first.

“I bought a dress.”

“Don’t take too long or I’m going back to sleep.”

You ran to your cot, grabbing a paper shopping bag you’d shoved beneath it. A local boutique’s logo printed on the front, announcing your purchase of a flowing wrap dress that you couldn’t take your eyes off of in the shop. It didn’t take much convincing for you to buy it, and the unwavering confidence you felt while trying it on in the dressing room made a swift return when you ran into one of the locker rooms in the cricket stadium, changing in one of the stalls.

The plunging neckline had especially caught your attention, far from the conservative attire you’d usually wear as a Marine—though there had been strong opinions among some of the men toward your wearing pants, until Hoosier had asked them how the hell you were supposed to trek through the dense jungles in a skirt, which promptly shut most of them up. 

Still, you bought the dress knowing full well it was an impractical, expensive purchase that wouldn’t make it out of Australia with you. The slip that you wore beneath it was a buttery soft satin that you never wanted to take off, nothing short of heavenly against your skin. You didn’t have much in the way of makeup or perfume, so you’d chosen a dress and some heels that could do most of the heavy lifting for you.

Your name echoed through the empty locker room, Hoosier calling out for you as his boots smacked against the tile floor. “Hey, you in here?”

“In the stall!” you shouted back.

The tap ran along with the sound of water splashing. “You sure there’s no one else around to go with you?”

“Leckie’s playing house with some girl from the trolley the other night, Sid’s with his girl Gwen, Chuckler’s god knows where, and Runner’s got a date with the shop assistant at the boutique I bought this from, so no,” you said, securely tying the wrap dress in place. “Look, if it’s that much of a bother, you can stay.” You shuffled out of the stall, your uniform folded and shoved in the shopping bag the dress had been in. 

Hoosier whistled lowly when he saw you, quickly shaking his head. “Not while you’re wearing that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Means you’re showing about as much tit as the girls in those magazines.”

You straightened your back, giving yourself a once-over in the mirror above the sink. “That’s why I bought it.”

“It’s sure as hell working on me.”

“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to him.

He folded his arms over his chest. “What made you think it wouldn’t?”

“You’ve seen me covered in mud and blood—I think I’ve even thrown up on you before.”

He grinned. “Gives you character.”

“So I spent my hard-earned money on this new dress for nothing?”

“Not for nothing. I wouldn't mind seeing how it looks coming off you.”

“Maybe somewhere nicer than a locker room?” you proposed.

“Now you’re gonna make me spend my hard-earned money just because you wanna fuck somewhere fancy?”

“I wanna fuck somewhere with a real bed, and privacy.”

“Sounds like you already have a place in mind.”

“I might," you said, taking his hand in your free one and leading him out of the cricket stadium.

Running down the streets of Melbourne with Hoosier sent a rush through you. Your dress flowing in the cool night breeze, the hem flirting around your thighs, each gust of wind threatening to give a peak of what lay beneath to passersby. For the first time in months, you felt like a woman, anticipation building in your gut as Hoosier kept his hand firmly around yours, bringing you closer to the night you’d been hoping for. The fact that it’d be with him was icing on the cake. Even though you were no longer relentlessly hounded for your answer of which member of H Company you would fuck if you absolutely had to—from day one, you’d pick Hoosier.

He really hadn’t been exaggerating about the dress, because when the two of you ran into Chuckler smoking outside of a bar, at least three whiskeys into his nightcap, he didn’t even recognize you. Instead, he shot a wink your way and congratulated Hoosier for ‘getting some.’ He had shouted something else your way when you and Hoosier were halfway up the street, nearing the hotel you’d seen on your shopping trip.

A tall, swanky building with valets outside, you tried not to gawk at the giant chandelier in the lobby, surely worth more than you’d make in your lifetime. You and Hoosier caught some odd glances from the people milling about, but some went out of their way to thank him. You bristled at the perceived slight until you remembered what you were wearing, your uniform hidden in the shopping bag in your hand.

A well-put together man stood behind the front desk, not bothering to pay either of you any mind until Hoosier cleared his throat.

“Good evening, sir. I’d like to book a room for one night for, uh, Lewis Juergens and guest.” 

You nudged Hoosier with your elbow.

The manager looked you and Hoosier over with his lips pursed, as if he were resisting the urge to sneer. “We don’t tend to allow unmarried couples to share a room.”

You put on a charming smile and the best imitation of an Australian accent you could muster. “Just married. We’re honeymooning while we can. Gotta keep this one in line before I hand him back to the Marines.”

“I see,” he said, neither fully convinced by your story nor concerned enough to argue. “Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Juergens for one night, then?”

“That’s right,” Hoosier said. “Honey, why don’t you wait up for me?”

You kissed him, perhaps a bit more passionately than was acceptable in such an upscale establishment, but the desire in his eyes when you pulled away to wander over to the elevator was worth it.

He grinned as he walked over to you less than a minute later, holding up the room key. “Wait ‘til Chuckler finds out he’s married.”

“To a nice Australian girl to boot,” you said, pushing the elevator button.

“Nice girls don’t kiss like that.”

“Oops.”

When the doors opened, Hoosier told the operator to bring you to the seventh floor. You caught a glimpse of the room number engraved on the key’s tag. As soon as the doors opened, you rushed down the ornate hallway in search of the room. He seemed to take his sweet time walking over, amused by the scowl on your face.

"You know, I think I might've forgotten something downstairs—"

"Hoosier, I swear to god."

He snickered as he unlocked the door, ushering you inside.

You pushed Hoosier against the door when he locked it behind him, kissing him with a ferocity that shocked him for a moment before he came to his senses. The kiss was overtaken by the desperate clashing of teeth and tongue, a long repressed primal urge rearing its ugly head as you pressed yourself against him. Before that night, you’d considered the situation you found yourself in little more than a foolish yet pleasant fantasy, doubting he wanted you as much as you wanted him. His vulgar quips toward you had blended with the others you’d gotten used to, learned to take in stride. They were all talk, anyway. The way his hands kneaded your ass through the flimsy material of your dress proved otherwise.

“How much did you spend on this?” he asked, voice husky with desire.

You threw the shopping bag aside, paying no mind to how it fell over on its side. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Five bucks?”

“Higher.”

“Ten?”

“Higher.”

“Shit, I better make this worth your while, then.”

“You will,” you said, catching his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it ever so slightly.

Your hand half-wrapped around his neck, you pressed your thumb against the base of his throat while you sucked and bit on a patch of skin just beneath his collarbone. No one would notice unless they really looked for it, like you would over the next few days, your eyes inevitably drifting to where you staked your claim on him. 

He leaned against the door, breathing heavily while you left your mark on his skin, slightly tanned by days in the relentless tropical sun. Your hand drifted up to caress his cheek, your thumb brushing his lower lip. He took the digit in his mouth, and you gasped when he began sucking on it. 

“You’ve got everyone else fooled, you know that?” you murmured, softly kissing the corner of his lips. “Sleeping all day like you’re above it all, when you’re a bigger slut than the rest of them.” You palmed him through his pants, his hard cock straining against the fabric, earning a muffled moan from him. 

When he reached for your hips, you pulled your thumb from his mouth and grabbed his wrists just as quickly, pinning them on either side of him.

“If you want me, you gotta work for it.”

He groaned. “Jesus, you’re mean.”

“I know, but I think you like that,” you said. “Do you like that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered without hesitation.

You released his wrists from your grasp, kicking off your heels as you walked back to sit on the edge of the bed. “Then show me how much you want me.”

He sank to his knees before you without hesitation. He would have looked almost pious if his hands were clasped together instead of pulling your panties and stockings down to your ankles, his tongue darting out from between his lips as you spread your legs. He’d seen you before, though, not this intimately, but close enough. Privacy was a scarce resource, and so modesty packed its bags along with it. You’d conquered shame on those islands, perhaps the first woman to do so. Maybe that could be included in Lady Marines’ recruiting materials—put the church out of business, be naked and unashamed.

With a frustrated groan, you pulled off the wrap dress, hearing it tear as you were too impatient to untie it properly. The soft, patterned fabric pooled around Hoosier’s knees. He pushed your slip up around your hips, his calloused fingers drifting down between your opened legs. His rough touch electrified you, your legs seizing a bit when he started rubbing your clit with the pads of his fingers, watching intently as your face contorted in pleasure.

His hands gripped your thighs as he ducked his head between your legs, slowly dragging his tongue up your leaking slit until his lips reached your clit, sucking it while he slipped his fingers inside you. Leaning back on the bed, comforter balled up in your hands, your arms strained to support you as he ate you out, lust clouding your reason, your climax just achingly out of reach, like he was doing it on purpose.

“Don’t fucking stop,” you ordered through gritted teeth, your hand buried in his hair, keeping his face pressed against your pussy. His teeth grazed your clit, and your pussy clenched around his fingers when he flicked his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your back arched, pleasure cracking down your spine like a whip as you came with a moan that echoed in your ears. “Hoosier—Bill—oh my god—” His tongue lapped up your wetness as you rode out your orgasm on his face.

He moved back from between your legs, hair unkempt and face flushed, his mouth and chin glistening in the low light.

“I wish I had a camera,” you sighed, affectionately running your fingers through his messy hair. “You look perfect.”

“Yeah?” he asked, almost dazed.

You nodded. “Like a wet dream.”

He moved to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

“Don’t,” you said, a little harsher than you intended. “I wanna see how I taste.”

When he stood up, you took his face in your hands, kissing him deeply, taking in the taste of yourself on his tongue, his lips. The sensation sent an irrational, possessive urge through you, greedy for more of him, as much as he’d give you—and only you. 

“You got a condom?” you asked breathlessly against his mouth.

“If I don’t, I’m gonna kill somebody,” he grumbled, searching his pockets for one. 

Salvation in his front shirt pocket, he held one up triumphantly. 

With shaky hands, you unbuttoned his shirt, frustrated by how much he was wearing compared to you—for once. Usually you were the one overdressed, sneaking glances of envy and admiration whenever he was shirtless. He had never caught you, or at least he never let on that he had. You reveled at finally having your hands on him the way you wanted, the way that’d make you curl your hands into fists, digging your broken fingernails into your palms to distract from how frustratingly out of reach he was on those islands.

Your slip came off over your head much easier than the dress, and soon a pile of discarded clothes was kicked to the wayside as he joined you on the bed. 

You stroked his cock, his hips jerking at your touch. 

“It’s been a while,” he offered as an explanation for how his body reacted. As if he needed to, as if you weren’t on the verge of pouncing on him at that very moment.

“I don’t care. I want you inside me, Hoosier. I wanna feel you when you come.”

He groaned, chewing on his bottom lip. “Oh fuck.”

You kissed him, practically swallowing the groan that emerged from his throat when he plunged his cock inside you, your cunt clenching around him as he filled you. 

He pressed his forehead against yours, his gaze locked on your eyes as you struggled to keep them open with each thrust in your pliant pussy, taking him deeper with each stroke. 

“Fuck—I’m close,” he barely managed to force out, his cock twitching as he neared orgasm.

“I got you, baby,” you whispered, your lips soft against the shell of his ear as his thrusts slowed and became erratic as he bottomed out inside you. 

He gave you a sloppy kiss, taking a few moments to catch his breath before pulling out of you. “Fuck,” he murmured, mostly to himself.

You curled up beneath the covers as he got up to discard the used condom.

“Jesus Christ, they’re gonna think someone tried to decapitate me,” he said from the bathroom.

“Sorry!”

“Don’t be. Maybe I can claim some rare jungle illness and get a few extra days off.”

You scoffed, smiling when he got into bed next to you, pulling you against him. “Yeah, you and every other Marine running around Melbourne.”

“Hotel room was a good call,” he said softly, nuzzling his nose against the crown of your head. “Fuck, I’m gonna be dreaming about this on the next shithole island they dump us on.” He was quiet for a moment. “Never thought that’d get me going, you bossing me around and all.”

“Something about you brought that out,” you said. “I don’t know, I feel like I’d go crazy if another woman touched you.”

“I’ll make sure to warn ‘em.”

You barked out a laugh, hiding your face in the crook of his neck before resting your head on his shoulder. “How about you? Most guys think eating out is degrading.”

“Because they’re fucking idiots.”

“I won’t argue with that.”

The two of you talked well into the night before falling asleep, only to be awoken at ten in the morning by a phone call from the front desk, informing you that if you didn’t check out within the hour, you’d be charged extra.

“Can we put it on Chuckler’s tab?” Hoosier grumbled, reluctantly getting out of bed.

“I wish,” you said, hastily freshening up in the bathroom.

“What’re you gonna do with that dress?” he asked. “Can’t take it with you.”

You shrugged, glancing at the torn, wrinkled garment. “I guess I’ll just leave it here.”

And you did, leaving it behind as you slipped out of the hotel room first. Wearing your uniform, far less comfortable than what you’d been wearing the day before, would inevitably draw unwanted attention to you and Hoosier if you left together, especially if you were seen by any number of fellow Marines who were prone to running their mouths. That, or the same haughty manager could have been behind the front desk again.

By the time Hoosier caught up with you at the cricket stadium, Chuckler was already there, sitting on your cot with you as he told you all about his escapades the night before. His attention quickly shifted to Hoosier.

“Hey, who was that cute broad you were with the other night? The one in the slinky dress?” Chuckler asked as he pulled on his boots. “Was she any good?”

Hoosier glanced at you, a smile tugging on his lips. “She was a real nympho. Tore off her dress and everything.” Your eyes widened when he held up a scrap of fabric clearly ripped from your now discarded dress. Chuckler grabbed for it, but Hoosier kept it just out of reach. “Woulda thought she was in heat or something”

You kicked his boot. 

He snickered. 

Chuckler didn’t notice the silent exchange, instead huffing out, “Man, I gotta get me a girl like that.”

“Gonna have to look somewhere else,” Hoosier said, eyes on you as he pocketed the torn piece of your dress. “This one’s mine.”

[m0thxy]

*weezer riff*

HELLO!!! WELCOME TO MY BLOG!!!

cats or get the fuck out

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I go by moth/mothy

my pronouns are primarily he/him but I'm also cool with they/them!!! I am a boy :)

I AM NEURODIVERGENT!!! I have autism. I'm also a teenager, so please don't be weird

I'M AUSTRALIAN!!!

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I LOVE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!!! some other bands I like are pierce the veil, green day, fall out boy, paramore, opal in sky, custard, leathermouth, korn, foo fighters, tyler the creator, and the oozes. I also like gerard ways solo stuff

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THINGS I LIKE!!!

bojack horseman, splatoon, the spiderverse movies, vocaloid, jack stauber, the umbrella academy, breaking bad, better call saul, deathnote, the hunger games. there's probably more but I can't remember

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I LOVE MAKING MUTUALS!!! I'm probably not gonna message first though cause I don't know how to socialise (I'm silly like that) BUT EVEN IF YOU ARE MY MUTUAL AND WE DON'T DIRECTLY TALK I STILL THINK YOU'RE COOL!!!

(IF YOU DM ME I WILL REPLY!!!)

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DNI LIST!!! (basic dni criteria)

(do not interact = don’t follow me)

homophobes, transphobes, misogynists, racists, ableists, waycest shippers, proshippers, terfs, radfems, pro-lifers, MAPS, zionists, anti-semitics, etc

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I’ll add blinkies later (maybe) <- he never did add blinkies..

my art blog: @m0thxyy :)

my killjoy rp blog: @xenon-moth

spacehey: x

cara (i post way more of my art on there lol): x

EAT THE RICH!!! <3

!!free palestine!!

[i unfortunately cannot donate to fundraisers because i am a minor, and i have no job]

[melonteee]

When I watched most of your one piece videos and before I ever saw your real face I thought you'd be someone around your 30s or 40s. 😁

One reason was your voice and accent. I'm not that familiar with Australian accents except for OzzyMan (I'm ESL).

Another reason was your One Piece Women video. The way you talked about fanservice and women's body types was, not gonna lie, not sth young people in these times say that often because they've been infested by radfems and their rhetoric and espouse them constantly.

I saw the beginning of a video essay recently where the YouTuber straight up said that female characters who have been "sexualized" whatever definition he used there, don't count as good female characters at all and in any sense.

In other words, a female character who in some way shape or form appeals to men in a sexual way doesn't have any worth as a female character. Popular radical feminism on the internet.

When you started talking about the OP women without going into that direction I breathed a sigh of relief. You said that sexy character design for the women wasn't a big deal but that the lack of variety wasn't good.

And that was, at least where I was, the mainstream talking point in the early 10's about anime/cartoon characters. So, yeah, I thought you'd be older. 💕

Haha no I'm afraid I'm in my youthful mid 20s! That radfem rabbit hole was one I remember being in when I was 13-18 on Tumblr, but I avoid that kinda stuff like the plague now because radfem beliefs tend to be a dog whistle for terfs. And I'm saying this because if anyone reading this falls prey to the whole "women are biologically superior to men" rhetoric, I really need you to be careful, as that can and will nosedive into terf territory.

As for the sexualisation stuff, the whole "characters who have been "'sexualized" don't count as good female characters at all and in any sense" is ridiculous, because no matter what kind of female character you make, they will be sexualised in some way shape or form by men who find them attractive.

BUT honestly the biggest thing for me is like, this demonisation of sexuality and sexyness? Because, as a gay woman, I am also sexualising characters like Nami. Just because I'm not a man doesn't mean it's automatically redundant that I also find Nami extremely sexy and stare at her tits waiting for them to bounce. There's literally nothing wrong with Oda enjoying women, or enjoying tits or ass, he is allowed to make a female character that embodies his desires. But, as you said here, and as I said in my video, the problem is he's doing that with EVERY woman. I personally don't have any grudges for how Oda draws Nami and Robin, I just truly wish it wasn't every damn woman in One Piece lmao.

Honestly I'm in such a weird place with it because, again, I like women. I like looking at tits and I like looking at women. My unpopular opinion is I also find Nami's design very sexy and very pleasing because...I like tits too LMAO and I always feel like us gay women are forgotten about in the conversation of One Piece girls and their bodies. I'm not going to pretend I HATE the girl designs in One Piece because I really don't, but of course there is a difference when a man does it compared to when a woman does it.

My view on it will always be...the issue isn't men looking at fictional women in any kind of sexual way, it's that WOMEN are demonised when they do the same thing back for fictional men. If women draw fictional men being sexy, being objectified (although you can't objectify a fictional character really but you get what I mean), they seem to be swarmed by men who find that gross and detestable. But when men do the same thing back to fictional women... it's fine and natural?? So pointing at the one piece girls, saying it's too sexual and demonising it, is counter productive in my opinion.

As an individual, you are allowed to be uncomfortable with it, you are allowed to wish they looked different, but I don't think anyone has any right to say they SHOULDN'T look like that. Because that creates this air of "Well we can't put our own desires in fictional characters full stop!" and then this weird guilt is felt amongst all parties.

Equality to me is not taking away the bikini armour from a female character, it's allowing both the male AND female characters to be able to wear that bikini armour. Everyone is allowed to have their sexual desires and sexual preferences in fictional characters.

I love Nami, I love her big boobies, I JUST wish Zoro's tits bounced as much as hers did. That is all!

[omega-fxg-ollie]

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heyyy, welcome to my blog!

my name is ollie, but you can also call me good boy, fag, whore, kiddo, whatever works for you as long as it isn't blatantly feminine like princess or good girl xx i post from mainly a sub/bottom perspective on this account, and i am taken by my love @actuallyanariesblog <3

about me: i'm 21, australian, autistic and disabled. my favourite video game atm is stardew valley, and i like baking and playing my switch :P i'm very queer (nblm/nblnb) so most content i post/reblog will be with masc or male figures for that reason

my dms are closed, but my asks are open and i love receiving them! send me stuff to be a pal, be a perv, or give me ideas to write about :D if you wanna be a regular anon, pick an emoji signoff!

taken anons: 👽🦎, ✨, 🖤,

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⊹₊⋆ᯓ★ my tags

🎤 ollie yaps (non horny posts)

💫 ollie faves (general horny posts)

💚 ollie4aries (posts that remind me of aries)

📸 ollie snaps (my pics)

🐾 ollie feral (petplay)

🧸 ollie kiddo (ageplay)

😵‍💫 ollie fam (fauxcest)

💨 ollie puffs (intox)

⛓️‍💥 ollie victim (cnc/rapeplay/rough stuff)

🎱 magic 8 ball (ask posts)

⋆⭒˚｡⋆★ my limits

scat/emeto, heavy snuff and gore, feeder/feedee, tickling, detrans, race play, possibly more to be added

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do not interact:

minors, racists/neonazis, terfs/radfems, non-queer, anti-kink, ed/ana. others tbd

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formerly @baby-bro-teddy & @silly-star-kiddo

[jcrchie]

while im here. for the love of god download shinigami eyes and sign this petition

i can no longer abide well meaning mutuals reblogging posts about feminism and hating men from users whose next post is "being a radfem/terf is the sexiest thing a wombyn can be 🤭🤭". download shinigami eyes, it's an extension for chrome and firefox that highlights pro-trans and anti-trans users across all platforms.

and also sign this petition to stop the royal australian and new zealand college of psychiatrists from platforming anti-trans speakers and the violently transphobic pseudoscience organisation SEGM.

thank you and goodnight, reblog this if you like

[tangy-tboy-blog]

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hiya! my name is tangy :D been here a few times before, through banhammers and breakdowns, but hopefully i'm here for good this time <3

about me: i'm 21 years old, australian, autistic and disabled. i'm transmasc nonbinary (they/it normally, he/it in play) and an incredibly queer mostly-bottom. i'm taken by my lover @actuallyanariesblog so pls don't get too personal with me :3

i love love love writing kinky stuff, so don't be shy to come into my asks and give me prompts to write for - feel free to use my kink list as inspo :P my ask box tag is #tangy answers 🍊 and stuff i write from prompts will be tagged with #tangy writes 🍊! random thoughts and stuff will be tagged #tangy yaps 🍊

asks: open || dms: closed

taken anons: 👕,

stuff i'm into ˙✧˖°🍊 ༘ ⋆｡˚‧

(faves are bold)

anal (in theory), anonymous sex, bondage, boots, breeding, cnc/rapeplay, degradation, denial/orgasm control, edging/overstim, exhib/voyeur, forcemasc, group sex, hierophilia/religion, impact play, intox, knots, marking, musk, omegaverse, oviposition, praise, primal, puppy/bunny play, rough sex, somno

stuff i'm not into ˙✧˖°🍊 ༘ ⋆｡˚‧

(hard limits are bold)

bestiality, detrans (some exceptions), feeder/feedee, necro, pictures of needles, raceplay, scat/emeto, heavy snuff/gore, tickling, weight gain/loss

do not interact ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🛑 ⋅ ˚🚫✮

minors, racists/neonazis, terfs/radfems, ed/ana, non-queer, anti-kink

[kawaiimiraclewitch]

Pinned post (29/12/2024)

Translated from English to Arabic via DeepL, as I don't personally speak the language:

بقدر ما أرغب في ذلك، فأنا أتقاضى معاشاً تقاعدياً للإعاقة من الحكومة الأسترالية، لذا من النادر جداً أن أتمكن من التخلي عن الدخل المتاح للتبرع لأشخاص يحتاجون إليه أكثر مني. ومع ذلك، فإن طلباتي ورسائلي مفتوحة، لذا لا تترددوا في إرسال روابط التبرع لأشاركها. من النهر إلى البحر، ستصبح فلسطين حرة من النهر إلى البحر، في حياتنا!

As much as I would like to, I am on a disability pension issued by the Australian government, so it’s very rare for me to be able to part with disposable income to donate to people who need it more than me. However, my asks and messages are open, so feel free to send in donation links for me to share. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free, within our lifetime!

Anyway I'm Kira, a 23yo Autistic queer who admittedly has a bit too much of a social media addiction. The Myers-Briggs test is a crock of shit but I'm an INFP if that matters (think Shinji Ikari but I actually respect nonmen)

Fandoms

Evangelion

Gundam, including Gunpla (particularly UC and WfM but anything goes, I’m also looking forward to GQuuuuuuX)

Sailor Moon

Madoka Magica

Revolutionary Girl Utena

Nintendo

JJBA (have read all 8 completed manga parts, am not caught up with JoJoLands yet)

My Little Pony (with the exception of G4 but that's only bc I still haven't seen enough FiM yet)

Tags

#vetted and verified: verified campaigns for aid (mostly in relation to the Middle East genocide, but other aid posts can go here if they're verified as legitimate)

#israhell/#isnotrael: tags for anything to do with the Middle East genocide, not just vetted campaigns

#KWMArt: personal art tag

DNI

comship/darkship (romanticizing/fetishizing incest and pedophilia squicks me out, and has caused me to outright leave fandoms before - mind you I have no issue with those topics existing in fiction at all, as long as it's done maturely and with tact)

transabled/otherwise radqueer (I'm actually autistic and trust me, you don't want to be.)

don’t think self-diagnosis of mental disorders are valid (professional dx is expensive, and nobody has a better grasp on your own brain than yourself)

TERF/SWERF/TIRF/any kind of radfem really (trans rights are human rights, and sex work is a valid career path)

zionist (did you read the rest of this post?)

CG/L (I have no issue with most other kinks)

bi/panphobic and/or aphobic

Not part of the DNI, but although I don’t intend on posting/sharing anything particularly pornographic, minors please follow at their own discretion just in case.

[pastryboy-len]

About me!!

hello! 😎 My names Len, or you can call me Pastry either if you want to yap about my username I go by they/them mostly, with occasional he/him. I’m whiter than a vanilla ice cream, and I’m Australian.

I’m physically disabled (Tourette’s syndrome) and mentally too (autistic, HC-DID, suspected developing ASPD). I have low empathy lvls most of the time….but I’m not an asshole. I’m anti facism, capitalism, racism, transphobia, homophobia, ‘radqueer’/‘radfem’/terf, etc etc. Basically I have common sense, and want people to be safe just existing.

some of my favourite artists are hozier, mitski, tokyo incidents, babymetal, kikuo, Tyler the creator, dazey and the scouts, heavenly, bikini kill, Le tigre, ho99o9, etc lol

[mithliya]

I’m the anon who sent the womad posts. I sent the english ones because I didn’t know if you could speak korean. There are many posts by korean womyn who say the same things. There used to be a radfem website called megalia but they had an argument about homophobia and when the administrators decided to ban homophobic posts, most of the womyn left the website and created womad and made it a rule that no intersectionality is allowed. Womad says they aim for complete desexualisation of women, and they criticise anyone that’s in a relationship whether straight or gay. They think lesbians sexualize and objectify women. They can openly say gay ppl should be killed and the administrators do nothing about it.

A woman posted child porn of an Australian boy and said she raped him and everyone in the comments praised her and said they would pay to watch the video of her raping him. Another woman posted a picture of a nude man without his consent and the members doxxed him and cyber bullied him.

sounds like a quite toxic place that was formed out of toxicity. i think the only people who would support this would be homophobes themselves.