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2rocksandastoner · 1 year

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WHAT YOUR GO-TO MARIO PARTY CHARACTER SAYS ABOUT YOU:

Mario: You’ve never played video games and you don’t really know who else to choose. If that’s not the case, then wtf is wrong with you

Luigi: You recognize that Luigi is #1 and that he deserves better. You’re pretty cool

Peach: You’re a 5 year old girl who’s only playing because your mom forced your siblings to let you in, you’re a female twitch streamer that probably sucks at the game but you still have a really good setup and view count, you’re a trans girl looking for euphoria, or you’re a roseboy

Daisy: You recognize who the superior princess is (if this is the case you probably hate Peach), OR someone took Peach before you could get to her and now you’re salty

Yoshi: You’re cool, probably have quite the appetite, and like how cute and carefree he is. You would die for Yoshi. You may also really like Kirby

Birdo: Trans rights, nice

Wario: You watch Family Guy unironically and like offending people for fun. You’d call someone a snowflake no matter what, even if they cried after you stabbed them. You’re a scumbag cis teen boy who’s totally about to cheat, especially if playing with little siblings/cousins. You need to touch grass urgently, but even more so if you’re an adult. You also think racism/bigotry in general is inherently funny. It’s not and you’re probably a walking red flag. How do you sleep at night

Waluigi: You’re jacked and get so many bitches. You’re a god at the game. Your friends adore you, you have an enormous dick if applicable, and you’ll get into a great university but will never get into Smash. Or you’re just in it for the meme and this is your entire sense of humour and it’s annoying 😐 Either way, you may be kind of a loser, but the font of loser may vary. You may also cheat at the game every so often but you’re not the salty type like Wario

Toad: You’re really annoying. Like, it’s your whole personality. You do have potential as a person unlike most people who play Wario, but this is still becoming a problem in your day to day life. Please seek help buckeroo, it gets better.

Toadette: You’re either a little girl or a grown man. If you’re neither of those, you’re cute, do you want my number?

Koopa: You’re scrawny and quiet. You also may not have much of a personality. You may also be a bit of a simp. Do you wanna pick another character?

Dry Bones: You’re scrawny and quiet but also kinda hot. Want my number? Also you may be alt/emo and have fringey hair and you probably don’t have the best diet but who am I to judge

Goomba: …did you hit that one on accident? If not, have you been doing okay mate? If I were to take a wild guess, you just need a blorbo in your life and happen to have questionable taste. Idk man but you’re difficult to read and I don’t like it

Hammer Bro: You’re a teen boy (likely cis) who wants to stand out from those who play Koopa (though you’re not much of a simp). You may also be kind of a dick like those who play Wario (though you have plenty of potential to grow and change as you get older), and you fight your friends with sticks for fun. You also may have had a nerf or sonic phase, and may also like metalworking, cars, or other stereotypical cis male stuff. You would probably call me a slur.

Boo: See Dry Bones, but you may not be scrawny. You’re a bit spooky, quiet, and intimidating at first but really really cool. You don’t smile a whole lot but you’re chill. You dye your hair a lot. Want my number?

Blooper: what

Kamek/Magikoopa: You’re probably a mage in any RPG game. Speaking of which you’re probably a nerd and probably not very into Mario Party. I’d still probably have a short lived crush on you. Keep your nerdy lil head up, fren

Shy Guy: You’re a shy guy yourself, or the feminized version of Shy Guy lives in your head rent free and also you’re trans. Regardless you’re kinda quiet, and you’re cool but either don’t see it, or you know it and (this may or may not be related) you’re kinda quiet (if related, it’s likely because that’s how some cool kids do it. Whatever floats your goat, man.) You’re chill/laid back

Spike: You just wanna be cool like the older cousins you’re playing with because they’re your favourites and you never get to see them, but you’re loud/talk too much and might be kind of annoying. Don’t worry, we know you’re trying your best. Keep smiling, friend :)

Monty Mole: You like to remain somewhat anonymous and blend in with the crowd. Everyone you play Mario Party with questions you, but you understand Monty. Monty probably understands you too in a way

Pom Pom: I have your social security number. Wtf is wrong with you? Where did your life go wrong? You’re certainly not okay in the membrane (as Lily would say). Stop

Bowser: Hey Daddy, I ain’t nobody’s butler but what kind of sandwich do you want me to make you? Pls take my number, there’s a chance you’re a red flag but the green flags who play Bowser are good enough to risk it all for 😍

Bowser Jr: You’re me. You also really like the Koopalings and wish you could play as them. Bowser Jr is your little blorbo and you love him to death. You’re cool. If that’s not the case, you’re the little sibling or cousin that nobody wants to play with because you’re a sore loser and a brat (and you know it and take pride in pissing everyone off) but everyone has to put up with you bc your parents/relatives/etc said they have to. If you’re an adult and fall within the latter category, you’re horrible to smoke with and you tend to get no bitches (I get bitches and run a stoner podcast loved by the rocks and our lovely listeners, it does get better mate) (link in pinned post to both the podcast itself and the trailer if you wanna listen to something stupid, we really appreciate your support!! <33)

Rosalina: You’re not as cool as you wish you were (at least not in your eyes), but your taste in women (if applicable) is pretty good. You want to be like Rosalina irl. Out of the main 3 Mario Girls, if Rosalina is your favourite, Daisy is likely your second favourite

Donkey Kong: You would rather play as Funky Kong, which is a red flag in itself, or you have big dick energy and are either jacked or <5’3”. Also, 🎶 D.K… Donkey, Kong… 🎶

Diddy Kong: You’re like the Toad players but think you’re special. You will either grow up to be homophobic just like your father, or you’re a trans preteen. You like arson and jetpacks, and you have may have trouble growing facial hair if applicable

Something feels missing here but I tend to be able to read people really well, lmk if you guys want one with every Mario Kart character :3

Bonus, Koopa Kid: damn youre old

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connieshusband · 3 years

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Fucking hate you, love to fuck you

Hate sex

Oikawa x fem!reader

"fuck you!" "Is that a promise?"

reader was the captain and ace of the girls team, reader goes to Aoba Josai, reader is also Kag's cousin

Degradation, Slight Feminization Kink, Praise Kink, Fluffy Ending, Fluff and Angst, I'm not very good at writing smut, I also got tired while writing so its short... sorry, Sir Kink: but very minor, no beta we die like men

-cross posted on my ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31932412

MINORS DNI

Summary:

You hadn't registered that you'd slapped him until he look at you holding his red cheek with his large hand.

And you certainly hadn't registered that he had his tongue down your throat not a moment later. An honest to god moan leaving your lips which he smugly ate up.

___

Degration as well as any kink should have the full consent of all parties involved every time!!

I'm not very good at e2l so be gentle 🤩

I'm such a simp lmao

Oikawa could never figure out why you hated him when you both entered your first year of high school. Having come from a different middle school than you, he figured you'd be like the rest of the people in your grade level and fall all over him.

He wanted to ask why you had such a large stick up your ass during your first group project but chickened out. He assumed you'd at least get along as you were captain of the girls volleyball team and known for your powerful spikes. The setter in him really wanted to find out your perfect toss.

But it wasn't until your 3rd year when he came to despise you too.

He'd overheard you telling your best friend that your cousin made it onto his high schools volleyball team. Being the nosey Nelly that he is, he made the mistake of asking which school your cousin attended.

"Karasuno," you said, your chest puffed out.

It clicked: the black hair, intense expression, the last name even. He could practically see his protégé in the reflection of your eyes. He mentally slapped himself for not seeing it sooner.

His eyes narrowed, matching yours as tension of your silent beat down had to be cut by Iwazumi.

_____

You set down your suitcase, giving your aunt a big hug as she greeted you in the doorway. You give Tobio a fist bump as he helps you carry your things into the spare bedroom.

Your aunt had graciously allowed you to stay with her so you could be closer to school for your final year.

"I can't believe you're dropping volleyball club just as I'm about to join," Tobio whined, setting a suitcase on a chair in the corner of the room.

"I know," you said sullenly. You hadn't wanted to, but being captain and a 3rd year just wasn't going to be practical. Not being the best student, you thought it would be a wise decision.

Having always been close your your cousin on your dad's side came with its perks, including but not limited to drama. Ever since Tobio had joined volleyball in middle school he'd talked about Oikawa, usually brushing off some of the down right nasty things he'd said. But you hadn't. You took it upon yourself to help him train harder and harder to be able to defeat his bully when he'd found out he couldn't attend Aoba Josai with you.

Being an ace had its advantages when teaching Tobio about different techniques on how to set up a spiker best. Often gossiping about the smug bastard as you worked.

Of course, there was no escaping the pretty boy at school either. When your best friend, Ryu, had started dating his best friend Iwaizumi, being the 3rd and 4th wheel at hangouts became increasingly awkward.

And even worse when she mentioned your current math grade. Damn that ginger setter. And Mr. Perfect boasting about his grades to you. Which had lead you to your current situation.

Sitting in his bedroom.

Listening to him drawl on and on with rapidly decreasing interest.

While he looked hot as fuck.

What?!

With new found annoyance you scoffed at him snapping his fingers in your face.

"earth to y/n, I know I'm ravishing, but now it's math time." He said, a smirk decorating his lips.

“I ignored you on purpose, dumbass. Don't you get that I hate you?"

"I'm not asking you to stay, besides this has nothing to do with me?? Its calculus..."

"narcissist," you mumbled under your breath.

"must be your type," he shot back, "gawking at me for the last hour."

"aren't you dating whats-her-face from English?" You retorted, feeling your face heat up.

"yeah??" he said, confused.

You mocked his confusion, ""yeah" God, then stop flirting with me."

He scoffed, an eyebrow disappearing into bangs, "you must be a narcissist if you think I'm flirting with you because wow, it almost like I can't stand the sight of you, y/n," he rolled his eyes in disgust, sitting up in his chair indignantly.

You push him back into his chair, turning on your heels, saying nothing more.

"good!! I was going to kick you out anyway!"

____

You notice his current girlfriend wasn't hanging out with him at lunch nor sitting in his lap during English. In fact. He hadn't found new arm candy by the time your next session rolled around the following week.

___

After begrudgingly agreeing to do another tutoring session and making him promise no funny business, that rule was broken when he had his sleeves rolled up of his blue silk shirt, he glasses laying forgotten on the table, fingers rubbing his tired eyes as he tried to explain a difficult problem to you.

How could Tooru Oikawa be so fucking sexy and such a fucking dick at the same time?

Asking myself this a lot while writing

"fuck you, Oikawa! I don't need your bullshit!"

"fine! Fucking go then!" Giving you a light shove towards the door.

You hadn't registered that you'd slapped him until he look at you holding his red cheek with his large hand.

And you certainly hadn't registered that he had his tongue down your throat not a moment later. An honest to god moan leaving your lips which he smugly ate up.

You shoved him against his bed, your own smugness drinking up his moan.

You pulled your tank top off as you climbed on top of him. "You have condoms?" You asked, cringing at your breathless voice.

He flipped your position, hot breath fanning your ear, "don't you want to be filled with my cum, baby?"

Rolling your eyes, you flipped the position again, "the last thing the world needs is more of you running around."

He considered it before saying with a shrug "top drawer."

Leaning over, your legs still gripping his hips, you pulled out a condom wrapper and tossed it at his face. His nose scrunching cutely.

"pull some weight, lazykawa," you said, yanking his pants and underwear to his ankles. He was already fully hard and you took great satisfaction in wordlessly teasing him.

Trying to ignore you, a blush creeping up around his ears as he hurriedly rolling the condom onto his thick length, as you remove your bra. He flips your position once more, hovering over you, a taunting smirk plastered over his lips.

"can't go 10 minutes without getting your greedy pussy fucked?"

"Can't that mouth do anything besides half-assed insults, Shittykawa?" You mocked, he raised a cheeky eye brow at you.

He lowered his face to you heat, "want to find out?" You grip his hair harshly and shove his face between your thighs.

He rips off you panties and eagerly laps around your cunt before catching himself, slowing his ministrations.

He gripped your thighs as he buried his face in your heat. Alternating between sucking in your clit and finger fucking you, never letting you get both at the same time.

You bit your tongue, doing your best to avoid begging for more - a futile endeavor.

"C'mon babygirl, I know you want it," he sing-songed

You swallowed your pride, "please Tooru."

"sorry couldn't hear you, your legs were busy clamping around my ears.

Your legs shook in frustration and pleasure as he lazily drummed his finger on your sweet spot.

He leaned overtop of you, sucking harshly in your neck as his other hand massages your ass.

"please, Tooru! Please sir!"

"oo~" he remarks, returning between your legs, 3 fingers entering you suddenly as he nibbled along your thigh, quickly returning to sucking on your clit.

You come hard and without warning.

"delicious," he remarks, sitting up and licking his fingers clean, "and so many lewd noises too."

"You have a knack for bringing out the worst in people," you attempt to sound threatening but only succeeding in boosting his ego.

"Oh no~ I hate to find out what the best would be..." He unbuttons his blue silk shirt, allowing you to drink up the full show of his abs. "Not talking so big now, eh, Kageyama?"

You scowl at him before grunting a "just fuck me already".

"don't mind if I do."

You connected your lips with his, enjoying the noises he made as his neglected cock became engulfed in your warmth.

Neither of you lasted long.

He emptied himself into the rubber with a sexy grunt lining up with your moan.

After care he collapsed on top of you, his deep breaths matching yours.

Your hands still resting on his back, feeling scratches from your nails decorating his skin.

He had pressed his forehead to yours, you looked up to meet his eyes which were flitting between the purple marks on your neck and your eyes.

He hadn't held your gaze for more than a second when the realization of what just happened hit both of you at once. Pushing your bodies apart, you shamefully picked up your clothes from the floor leaving the room quickly.

____

It had been weeks since that day. You hadn't gone back for another tutoring session, claiming to Ryu that your grades had improved.

The free time had allowed you to be a better supporter for your cousin, getting a chance to meet his teammates and his friends.

You meet Karasuno's Ryu and think to yourself how well he and your Ryu would get along

While hanging out with your cousin at the spring tournament, you were enjoying a lunch break with a vibrant ginger, his best friend Hinata and a mutual friend with spiky hair. Bokuto, you had learned, was in your year and had a ton in common with you.

Maybe you'd gotten carried away returning his flirty looks and laughing a little too hard at his jokes. He remarked often how different your personality was from your cousin. After exchanging numbers to practice volleyball sometime (him being excited to practice with another captain/ace) an unfortunately familiar voice pulled you away from your fun.

"y/n?"

"what?" You roll your eyes, at Oikawa. You knew he had been watch you and the rest of Karasuno after they had win their first game. Beside you, you can feel the 3 boys, especially Tobio fuming.

"I have a question about the math assignment."

"I'm busy."

"too bad."

Recognizing that he wasn't going to go away until you give in, you stand up, brushing the dust from your bottoms. He leads the way out of sight from your new friends.

He harshly pushes you against the wall, "what do you think you're doing princess?"

You flip your position, he winced as his back connects with the concrete wall. "You ask you the same thing, princess."

His hand instinctively wrapped around your muscular arm submissively.

"you like that don't you?" You asked.

He nervously glanced around him for on lookers. Luckily he'd chosen a pretty secluded spot

"wouldn't want your fan girls to see you being treated like the pretty white you are?" You smirked.

He nodded shyly.

You grabbed his ass, earning a submissive squeak from him.

"such a good princess, getting his flat ass groped," you smile, you see him swallow a moan as his eyes flutter shut.

You begin painfully slowly palming him through his shorts, feeling him grow under you.

"I hope you lose," you whisper sensually into his ear.

He scowls at you as you pull away completely. Leaving him hard, exposed, and blushing as you return to your new friends.

______

The cheers from Karasuno's supporters hadn't quieted down as the team packed up. Still high on adrenaline and pride for your baby cousin, you took the time to use the bathroom before the long drive home.

Rounding the corner you heard voices, recognizing one to be Oikawa and the other belonging to a deep voiced man.

Sneaking a peak your eyes go wide. He was face to face with Ushiwaka. The former not fairing well in the conversation. You didn't think a man could look for upset than the way Oikawa looked right now.

As the conversation comes to a close, you wait until Oikawa has gone out if sight to chase after him. Accidentally running into Ushiwaka.

"sorry" you mumble, attempting to move past.

"you're with karasuno, yes?" Ushiwaka asks.

Your mind didn't really register him, instead giving him a quick pat on the shoulder and a "that's great, buddy," as you run after the brunette.

Hearing an "I look forward to playing them." In the distance.

"Hey!"

He was too far ahead to really hear you, pushing past the front doors.

"HEY!" You yell, nearly at his heels. You stand in the doorway breathing hard, "TOORU!"

He turns to face you, Iwaizumi annoyed that he can't convince their captain to just get on the bus already.

You beckon him over and he skeptically approaches you.

"here to gloat?" He asks, his voice lacking the usual sharpness.

"Tobio is staying at Hinata's tonight and my aunt is out is town for the next two days," you say.

You see the cogs working as he pieces together what you're offering. His mouth forming an 'o' shape as he realizes.

You smile smugly before running back to where Karasuno's bus is parked, giving Tobio a running jump hug, which he awkwardly returned.

If nothing else, Oikawa was punctual. Arriving at exactly at 7:30. You hadn't done anything special, just heated up 2 frozen pizzas that your aunt had left. Watching his form as he quietly ate his 3 cheese. He hadn't said a word besides "thank you" after you'd served him. While yes, apart of you meant when you'd said that you hoped he lose but the guilt of seeing the cocky bastard looking so small on the other side of the table, nibbling on the crust. Pity maybe?

"You played really we-"

His eyes were red, his pride keeping him from crying in front of you. "I don't want to talk about it."

"You want to have sex?"

he hesitated before asking, "can we be nice?"

You nodded. Making your way to his chair, straddling his hips and cupping his face. You kissed him slow and deliberate. You don't kiss long before you start to feel his dick springing to life. You stand up pulling him, walking backwards, towards your room accidentally walking into the partially open door.

"Graceful," he commented, a hint of his salty tone under his words as he resumed kissing you.

You grinded against each other for a few moments, drinking in each others moans. You pulled away momentarily, his cheeks dusted pink, breathing heavy, his dick straining in his pants.

"You're so beautiful," you said. He blushed harder, his cock twitching in it's confines. Your fingers dip under the waistband of his pants and pull them down, licking your lips when his cock hits his stomach. You're about to press your lips to his tip when you feel pressure on your forehead.

"y-you don't have to..." he says. You cock your head to one side, your lips parted as you gaze up at him. "I-I get it you know... I don't hold it against you..."

"I want to," you say, "if you want me to."

He nods slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as he enters your warm mouth.

Out of all the sex you'd had, this moment with Tooru didn't feel like sex. It felt like making love.

After he got close, you popped your mouth off and had ridden him. His muscles still sore from his games. Your lips danced with his as his hips met yours. Both of you reaching your climax simultaneously.

Tired in the best way, you cuddle up to his bare chest, kissing his cheek, "don't think this means I like you, flatass."

"of course," he says, relaxing into your touch.

"good."

"it was the fact that my dick was down your throat that made be think that."

You punch him in the ribs, earning an 'ouch' followed by a quiet, "let me have one win today." Followed by an even quieter "sorry" from you.

You place a gentle kiss on his cheek again before returning to your snuggle position. He wraps his arms around your waist as you both drift off to sleep.

______

It's been a number of days and neither if you had spoken about it. You wanted to text him a simple 'good morning' but the image of him quietly shuffling out of your room at the crack of dawn when he thought you were still sleeping, placing a gentle kiss on your temple. You didn't want to seem too eager or somehow let on that not only were you awake but had enjoyed when he'd done it.

After the girls had lost to Fukurodani's girls in the semi finals, Ryu had insisted on dragging you out to play volleyball with her and some 'friends'. You secretly hope it's the other girls from your team. You find yourself not disappointed that it's Iwaizumi and Oikawa.

"Warm up 'Yama!" Oikawa yells at you, serving the ball in your direction as you and Ryu approach.

Caught off guard for a moment, you return the ball back at him, hitting his face lightly with an oof.

Of course, Ryu wanted to set for her boyfriend, leaving you with Oikawa.

You made a pretty good team, he picked up your style quickly, the ball exactly where you wanted it without having to tell him anything. Not to mention that Oikawa had racked up a third of the points on service aces alone, Iwaizumi finally adjusting to being on the receiving end on them. He and Ryu had made a magnificent comeback, clearly having practiced with each other before. You were lucky if you could get a piece of one of Iwa's spikes, Tooru faired better but they quickly took the lead. You grab Oikawa's arm, causing him to look at you curiously.

"set it to me, but I'll set it back. You spike it," you said, finishing your sentence by looking at him.

He considers it.

"break it up love birds!" Iwa shouted at you. Ryu making obnoxious kissing noises behind him. You quickly let go of his arm to flip her off, causing her to burst out laughing.

Iwa serves.

"it's mine!" Tooru yells. Mid jump, he faces you, the subtlest of winks as the ball flies into the air.

Smiling, you angle your body for a spike, Ryu taking the bait, but at the last moment, your hand sent the ball perpendicular to the net, straight into Oikawa's hand. The ball whizzing past Iwa's ear.

The adrenaline getting the better of you as you both embrace, celebrating a successful kill.

You revel in you best friend and her stoic boyfriend exchanging a bewildered look.

At the end of the game Oikawa offers to drive you home, when out of the way of prying eyes, he leans against his car. "Before your cousin goes to nationals, he and shorty should play against us."

"Yeah and maybe Tobio can set for me one round," you say, playing with the hem of his shirt, "but if there's any funny business from you, I'm calling it off."

"Who, me??" he jokes, aware of his history with your family.

You don't respond, opting to gently press your lips to his. He returns the kiss, cupping your face.

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Did I write myself into the story? ┐( ∵ )┌ Maybe a little...

I'm also not opposed to doing a part two, so lemme know in the comments ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Also not me writing my first Haikyuu fic be Oikawa when I wanna break his knees 🥴🤚 (couldn't resist tho he's been on my mind, especially with glasses 🥵🤒)

Also also not me writing this from 1:30 am to 8am then had half my work deleted so I had to redo it the following night 🤪👈

#reader x oikawa #oikawa smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa tooru #haikyuu iwaizumi #degration #oikawa hate sex #no beta we die like men #oikawa is hot and its not fair #im bad at tags #just smug oikawa things #hate sex #anime smut #heterosexuality is a myth #which is why all characters are at least bi

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chiripepe · 3 years

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For the LGBTs online, if you’re reading this shit that’s getting kicked up about kink at pride or whatever. None of that shit matters. Literally none of it. Nobody is telling fags at pride not to show up looking like alien strippers and pride is a great fucking time and I highly recommend going whenever you can especially if you’ve never been.

The usual suspects are the ones kicking up this discourse cuz they need attention and viewers subscribing to their YouTube channels and what not. Vaush who is ‘pansexual’ is one and the only thing I can say without a shadow of a doubt from having watched his content and listened to the way he thinks is that he’s an opportunist that NEEDS TO MAKE AS MUCH MONEY AS POSSIBLE BY BEING AS CONTROVERSIAL AS POSSIBLE WITH GULLIBLE LEFT IDENTIFYING PEOPLE.

That other post going around with Shoe0nhead. That girl is a right-wing mega whore that made her entire name during GamerGate giving credence to the argument that feminism is anti man and all that bullshit. She’s recently doing the most that she can to sanitize her image now that being a right-wing fucking moron on YouTube is no longer as profitable as it once was. She’s pivoting but if you really listen to what she has to say she hasn’t really changed at all.

Go to pride and be as gay as you want and keep your eye on the prize. The enemy is Capitalism and the homophobia it fosters in society to control people by making us LGBT people targets. Capitalism seeks conformity in people and one of the best ways of doing that is by policing gender and sexuality. The church is the other actor and it’s always been there to back up whatever dominant power structure is in place using the same fucking tactics.

The problem these institutions have with LGBT people and kink and all of that is that men are supposed to act like men in public and not suck a dick. or dress like women, etc etc... Once you start questioning fundamental suppositions it’s only a matter of HOURS before you want the head of every capitalist on a pike, a 24 hour work week, 6 weeks of paid vacation, a minimum wage of 25 dollars an hour, end to wars, free healthcare, free education, end to violence against anyone and a disco ball in every room bigger than a box. That’s just what people want when they’re free to be whatever they wanna be.

Problems with the LGBT community are that we suffer more when we get paid less than hets do. Not conforming with gender norms means that employers would rather not hire gays than have to discipline homophobes at work. Fem gay men and transgender people ESPECIALLY suffer in this regard as they’re the most visibly non-’normative’ in their gender presentations. Homophobia in the home and the family also means more abuse and punishment for LGBT children in that institution but also all other institutions: school, church, the justice system, the medical system, etc etc...

Keep the eye on the prize and don’t indulge idiocy from alt right homophobes and opportunists.

#thoughtz and feelingz #kink at pride #vaush #shoe0nhead

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prettyboy-parker · 5 years

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playing human

starker; superior iron man x naive!peter

words: 2.3k

warnings: blow jobs, daddy kink, fem!peter, heavy feminization, manipulation, mind control

author’s note: sim is my absolute favorite comic series and I’ve always wanted to write it with starker.

“Isn’t that just funny, Tony?”

The bleach blonde girl next to him places her perfectly manicured hand on his bicep. Her other friend, the brunette with decent sized boobs and a slim waist, laughs. He barely payed attention to their features, because he knows it’s all due to Extremis. He’s put up with their brainless babbling for what feels like the past hour, but now he’s done.

“I’m going to have to stop you right there, sweetheart.” Tony responds, putting his hand up to stop the blonde from talking.

“The thing is, we don’t really know each other. So ‘Tony’ is off the table. It’s ‘Mr. Stark’ to you.” He says grumpily, taking a sip of his Scotch.

The girls’ smiles fade, finally becoming self aware. Yet, the pair still won’t leave and Tony’s about to punch them in the throat when,

“Daddy!”

Tony grins as he spots his boy.

Peter is standing on the steps into the pool, clad in tiny blue swim shorts and a sheer white cover up. Miles of milky skin is on display and Tony could jack off right then and there on his pool float.

“C’mere!” Tony shouts from halfway across the rooftop pool, only to be met with a pout. Peter gets out of the water and scurries over to the concrete edge nearest to Tony.

“I don’t want to get my hair wet.” Peter tells him once he’s close enough, plopping down onto the edge. He dangles his feet in the water, kicking slightly.

“Daddy’s spoiled girl.” Tony grins wickedly, much to the disgust of the girls. They would never dare say anything about his boy, his princess, since Tony would dispose of them on the spot.

Peter just giggles and pushes his sunglasses further up his nose. Tony hops off his pool float, handing his glass to the brunette and wading to the edge of the pool. Peter squeals and kicks his feet happily as Tony runs his dripping hands over the boy’s smooth thighs.

“Hi.”

“Hi, beautiful.”

Beautiful is truly the best word to describe Peter.

He wasn’t that surprised when he first found out Peter wasn’t on Extremis, as it is ridiculously expensive. What did surprise Tony was how he’s the epitome of perfection without it. His skin is always clear, has the perfect body, and rarely gets sick.

He always says his family has good genes.

Tony is ripped out of his thoughts by a tiny hand tilting his face upwards, incredibly soft lips pressing against his own. He groans happily and wraps his arms around Peter’s torso, the warm pool water rippling in his wake. His hands grip Tony’s damp hair slightly, one hand moving to squeeze the nape of his neck. Tony slips his right hand under Peter’s Neiman Marcus coverup and runs his thumb over the marks he left from this morning. Tony decides to take his lips off of Peter’s and move them to the spot just below his jaw, taking the soft skin between his teeth and sucking. Peter lets out a breathy ‘ah’ as Tony adds new marks to his skin. He can feel people staring, but nobody would dare say anything in fear of being launched off of the roof.

“Tony!”

Tony groans in annoyance and removes his lips from Peter’s neck.

“Pepper! You want to hop in?” He exclaims, turning his head to face the fiery redhead.

She doesn’t smile.

“I don’t have my suit.” She sneers, arms crossed over her perfectly ironed blouse.

“It’s okay. We’re all friends here.” Tony quips, earning a little giggle from Peter.

He presses a chaste kiss to the boy’s temple as he rests his head on Tony’s shoulder.

“I’m not laughing. Get rid of your boy toy, we need to talk.”

Tony can feel Peter flinch against him. Pepper is not very fond of his boy (maybe because he took her place) but he can’t really say anything to her. She practically runs the company.

“I’ve got to go face the beast, baby.” He mumbles softly in Peter’s ear, pushing the boy off him.

He pouts as Tony hops out of the pool, someone immediately running over to hand him a towel.

“You’ll come back to swim, right?” Peter asks sadly, fiddling with his charm bracelet Tony bought him. He always does that when he’s nervous.

“Of course. Go keep those pretty ladies over there company.” He tells Peter as he stands up. The younger grabs his hand and presses a kiss to it.

“Okay! I love you, daddy.” He giggles, taking off his coverup and placing it next to him gently.

“Daddy loves you too.” Tony tells the boy as he walks towards Pepper, blowing a kiss. Pepper grabs his wrist tightly as Peter pretends to catch the kiss and hold it to his heart.

⎊⎊⎊

Peter is a vision lying on the pool float.

The girls have left him, leaving him alone as other people swim and mingle around him.

He’s gotten a nice tan from all the time in the sun. The sun has made his freckles darken, adding to his whole sun kissed look. The length of his shorts should be a sin, barely covering the plump swell of his ass.

Tony can’t tell if the boy is asleep or not, since his limited edition Ray Bans are covering those big brown eyes.

Peter’s head turns and he waves excitedly at the older man. Tony’s heart swells and he dives into the pool, heading to give his boy a big kiss. Peter accepts the wet kiss, laughing in happiness as Tony kisses his tummy.

“Daddy no!” He giggles, flipping over on the raft. It rocks a bit, so Tony reaches out to steady it. Peter stretches out like a cat, long legs shaking. Tony ghosts his hand over Peter’s ass, gently pressing against the plug resting inside.

The boy lets out a high pitched moan, raising his hips in search of more friction.

“You feeling okay?” Tony asks, snapping the waistband of Peter’s swim trunks.

He nods sheepishly, hiding his face in his arms.

Tony twists the plug through Peter’s trunks, earning a louder moan. A couple near them turn bright red and look away.

“Daddy, I need to take a shower.” Peter manages to whimper out.

Tony twists the plug again with a hum.

“Really? I guess I’ll have to join you.”

Peter nods vigorously.

“Let’s go baby boy.”

Tony swims to the side of the pool, hopping out as water floods over the side. Peter climbs out behind him and Tony notices a very obvious bulge. He snakes his arm around the boy’s waist, pulling him closer to his side. Peter giggles as they walk inside, heading straight for the elevator. It’s loud inside and the alcohol only amplifies the sound. Being the good girl she is, FRIDAY opens the elevator doors for them and brings them up to Tony’s personal floor.

“FRIDAY, start the shower.” Tony grunts, scooping Peter up bridal style. The boy squeals and nuzzles into his bare chest. Tony stumbles into the bedroom, carrying Peter to the master bathroom. He sets him down gently, small feet touching the marble floor. Tony notices a small silver bracelet around Peter’s left ankle.

“I like your ankle bracelet,” Tony hums, wrapping his arms around Peter’s torso and swaying him slightly.

“Thank you. I saw it when I was out shopping the other day.” Peter tells him.

Tony nods and kisses Peter’s shoulder gently. His calloused hands tug at the waistband of Peter’s swim trunks, pulling them down over his thighs. His small cock bobs, flushed a pretty pink and leaking.

“Daddy,” Peter whines, kicking off his trunks. Tony taps on his blue jeweled plug lightly.

“I’m going to take this out. Want you to be nice and tight for me tonight. Relax,” He coos, wrapping his rough fingers around the plug. Peter moans as it slips out with a squelch, come and lube dripping down his thighs slowly.

“Hop in.” Tony tells him with a slap to his ass. Peter giggles and climbs into the shower, closing his eyes as the hot water cascades down his body. Tony smiles as he takes off his own swim trunks, hard cock springing free. He sets the plug down on the counter. As he steps in the shower, Peter captures him in an eager kiss. The younger moans as his dick brushes against Tony’s thigh, due to the height difference.

“Let’s see what else that pretty little mouth can do.” Tony growls when they pull away, running his thumb over Peter’s slick bottom lip.

His boy grins eagerly and falls to his knees, giving his member a few strokes with his hand before wrapping his plump lips around the tip. Tony hisses in pleasure and grips the handle to the glass door, hot water spilling down his back. Peter immediately takes him down to the hilt, nose pressing against his now wet pubic hair. Tony silently thanks himself, because he’d never be able to keep up with the boy’s insatiable sex drive without Extremis. He knows he won’t be able to last long, he’s been horny since their morning round.

“Fuck Pete, daddy’s close,” He groans, grabbing a fistful of Peter’s drenched chestnut hair. The younger pulls off his dick with a pop, beginning to pump it with his beautifully manicured hands.

“Please daddy, want your come so bad,” Peter moans, sticking out his pink tongue.

The sight of his princess on his knees with his tongue out has Tony coming, painting Peter’s lips and tongue white with his release.

“Stand up, baby,” He groans once he finishes. Peter scrambles off of the tile, gripping onto Tony for dear life. Tony sucks on Peter’s neck as he reaches down to start stroking his cocklet. Peter lets out a high pitched moan and after about a dozen pumps of his cock he comes with a cry.

“So pretty for me,” Tony grumbles in his ear, kneading Peter’s soft cock as the younger twitches from overstimulation.

“Only for you, daddy. No one else,” He pants, gripping onto Tony’s forearms.

Tony grins wickedly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

⎊⎊⎊

Tony’s boy is such a charmer.

The young woman next to him had been talking his ear off about her modeling career and he would usually just ignore her after a couple minutes, but Peter kept her entertained by asking lots of questions.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you go get daddy another bourbon?” He mumbles in Peter’s ear, squeezing his hips slightly.

Peter giggles and nods, scrambling off of Tony’s lap. He wonders how the boy does it, sitting for hours on his nanotech suit. Peter sways his hips as he walks to the bar, white jean shorts hugging his ass perfectly. He’ll have to find whoever made the shorts and give them a couple weeks of Extremis for free.

“He’s very lovely, Mr. Stark.” The woman says, watching Peter head over to the self serve bar.

“Isn’t he?” Tony grins and faces the girl.

“I see great things in his future.” She tells him, taking a sip of her white wine.

That’s not ominous at all.

Before he has a chance to respond, he picks up a very loud voice emerging from the crowd.

“He’s using you, Peter!”

Tony rolls his eyes when he sees who the voice belongs to.

Michelle Jones has been on his watch list for a while, her open hatred for Extremis, Stark Industries, and Tony himself earning her a spot. Peter sheepishly told him that they were best friends when her picture was on the news after she organized a peaceful protest against Extremis.

Tony had kissed his temple and said he’d love to meet her.

She never took up the offer.

“MJ, you’re making a scene.” Peter says quietly, bourbon in hand.

Tony notices the kid next to Michelle, an overweight boy named Ned. He seems to have been dragged along, since he’s not vocal about his feelings towards Extremis. Once Tony took Peter and the boy out for lunch. Ned is nice, very smart and charismatic.

Good for his boy.

“I don’t care! He’s evil and ruthless. He’s manipulating you!” She shouts, the crowd around her quieting down. Peter is flushed a bright red, not with pleasure, but with embarrassment. Tony stands up slowly, eyes darkening at the sight of someone causing humiliation to his boy.

“Michelle. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He sneers, placing a metal covered hand on the small of Peter’s back. Michelle shoots daggers at him, which would have most terrified, but not Tony. Peter wraps his arms around Tony’s suit, pressing his cheek to the cold metal.

“Hi Ned. Good to see you again.”

Ned waves nervously and Tony winks at him.

“You took our boy, Stark.” Michelle accuses, stepping closer to the man in armor. Tony raises his arm, gauntlet ready to fire.

“Take one more step. I dare you.” He spits, ready to launch this brat off the tower.

“Daddy!” Peter cries, stepping in front of his raised arm. In shock, Tony puts his arm down.

“If you want to hurt them,” Peter takes a shaky breath, “You have to hurt me.”

His boy is so brave.

Tony raises his hand to cup Peter’s cheek.

“Peter,” He coos, smooth and sensual. Peter’s eyes turn the color of his, icy blue. He may have lied about no Extremist being in the boy’s system. He’s slipped Peter a few doses over the months, enough to submit him to occasional mind control but not enough to change his appearance.

“You don’t know Michelle. You never have and you never will. I want you to go upstairs, fuck yourself open on your fingers, and get ready for Daddy’s cock.”

Tony lets go of Peter’s face, his eyes turning back to their normal honey brown.

“Okay daddy! I love you.” Peter giggles and kisses Tony’s rough cheek.

“Love you too, princess.” Tony replies as the boy saunters away.

“Now,” He growls as he turns to face Michelle. He grins sinisterly, eyes turning blood red. The arc reactor and accents on his suit do the same, casting a red glow throughout the room.

“Where were we?”

#starker #starker fic #starker moodboard #starker smut

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nonionklnks · 4 years

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Gen Info+Kink List

Have a pretty heavy preference towards bottom Jaskier but enjoy bottom Geralt if done right. More into dom Geralt but also usually dom Jaskier if he’s still the bottom. Like any gender x any gender, though naturally this blog will be mostly m/m. Down with both creating and receiving trans content. While we’re on the topic of bodies, I’m also here for sex characteristics you rarely or never find in actual humans, like two dicks, fully formed penis AND vagina, or any of that ABO shit.

I’ve only watched the Netflix show but enjoy Eskel and Lambert content, though I’m hesitant to create my own ideas with those characters. As a rule of thumb I’m comfortable with Vesemir being a character but not with him being included in any sexual situations. Neutral on sexual content including Yennefer or Ciri.

Kink List:

!!!! Please read the entire list if you want to check my opinion on a particular kink, because a lot of very closely related kinks will have different ratings, to the point I’ve felt the need to fucking star the worst offenders.

Total Nope (will not touch):

Scat, piss drinking, foot fetish, armpit fetish, breast/dick/ass expansion, necrophilia

Light Nope (may interact with but would be despite it including this):

Pissing on self/other, mpreg buttpreg (in contrast to vaginal pregnancy. Implied buttpreg is neutral or love though), daddy kink, age play, emetophilia, feederism, lactation, tickling, semi-public sex where high risk of getting caught (if consensual. If non or dub, like)

Neutral: handjobs, BJs/cunnilingus, frottage, pegging, anything to do with testicles, cum eating, felching, bukkake, sex with 3+ participants, shibari, gags, asphyxiation, puppy or pony play, mind control, crying, feminization, cuckolding, impotence, small dick/micro-penis, pain*, spanking/impact, piercing (as a verb or noun), marking/branding, blood, physical abuse, milking, forced orgasm, orgasm denial/desperation to orgasm, chastity, cock cages, castration, virginity kink, innocence play, clothing-based kinks, exhibitionism**, weight-related kinks, praise kink***, body worship, pregnancy, body horror

Like: plugs, restraints, collars, catboys/girls, creampie, excessive slick/natural lubricant, intercrural sex/thigh fucking, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, rimming/ass eating, cockwarming (oral, anal, or vaginal), hole spanking, sounding, urethra play, gangbang, size difference, aggressiveness, possessiveness, dom/sub, pillow princess, service top, bratty sub, femdom, mommy kink, playmating, age difference, sugar daddy/mommy, dollification, scent kink, overstimulation, desperation to piss, *painful penetration, strength kink, humiliation, throat bulge, belly bulge, somnophilia, aphrodisiacs/sex pollen, fuck-or-die, unwilling enjoyment, underage, grooming, Stockholm syndrome, Lima syndrome, corruption/cock-dumb, non-consensual body modification, removed limbs

Love: leashes, double penetration (same hole or different), large insertion, knotting, fisting, enemas, piss enemas, inflation, oviposition, object penetration, beast-penetrating-person, dubcon, noncon, consensual nonconsent, mutual nonconsent, extreme underage, (pseudo) incest, self-cest, **forced exhibitionism (inc. public sex, livestreaming, or recording), free use, stuck-in-wall, sexual slavery, ***patronizing/belittling praise, micro/macro, animalistic behavior, ruts/heats, ABO, plugging in liquids/solids, genital exposure (legs spread wide and/or pull apart lips/cheeks to expose hole), cum dripping out of holes, speculum-usage, gaping (anal, vaginal or urethral), rosebud/prolapse

Gore/vore: Like most kinds of non-sexual gore, occasionally enjoy sexual gore, including snuff, but for the most part avoid it or only tolerate it. Not into sexual consumption of human flesh but I do like uhh, whatever the name is for when a person’s been swallowed whole and they’re alive in the other’s stomach. Vaguely aware there are additional kinds of vore out there but very much not looking to expand my understanding.

List of all tags I use under the cut. Again, just ask me if there are any additional tags you’d like me to use. Let me know if I forgot a tag in the list or on a post.

#nonion post

#nonion reply

#nonion rb [only used if not adding content to the post via the comment section. Reviews or any other type of comment that’s not of interest to anyone besides the OP do not count as “content”]

#nonion underage cw

#nonion extreme underage cw [~12 yo and younger. Anything extremely underage will also include the general underage tag]

#nonion incest cw

#nonion somno cw

#nonion noncon cw

#nonion dubcon cw

#nonion inflation cw

#nonion post #obviously a lot of these can easily move up or down a section depending on context quality of writing mood atm etc.#these are just how i most often feel about them

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taramaclaywasaterf · 5 years

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:( man. The terf hate thing doesn't bother me most of the time but like. When u see a group of people who you like/ consider to be thoughtful people/ admire for their activism say these things.... Like I'm scared to talk about it but I'm sure (n this has happened many times before) that if u have a convo w anti terf peeps but make sure to use the correct™ genderist language they'll agree w us. Idk this just really sucks and I wish they could see things as they are. How do you deal with this?

Honey I really wish I had an answer. I 1000% know what you’re talking about. I wish I could say there was some magic way to not let it bother you, but I can’t. I CAN say though that it gets a lot easier. Like, I don’t bat an eye at people telling me to get raped or kill myself or whatever in my inbox anymore. I actually kinda find it amusing lol. And if it’s not on anon, I’ll just go report the person who sent it and then block them, because they’re not worth my time. But what gets me sometimes is the same thing you talked about. When it’s people I thought would be smart enough to, ya know, not defend literal grown ass men putting on tutus and calling themselves 5 year old girls named, like, Vixxen.

So I guess my advice to you is advice that I need to remind myself of too. Instead of letting it get us frustrated or angry, let’s just take it head on. Fuck it. Seriously, just say fuck it. When it’s someone like a celebrity or something, there’s no way we’re gonna be able to talk to them, let alone change their mind. So it’s not worth being upset about. Who cares what they believe? They probably haven’t paid their taxes in a decade, so who cares. If it’s someone you know, obviously it’s a lot more difficult. I’m very strategically only friends with people who don’t buy into all the trans bullshit, but A LOT of my cousins are very, uh...libfemmy. But I just talk about my opinion on things to them anyway. I use the liberal language a bit more because it does make people not immediately tune out, which helps a lot. It’s better to keep calm, and just talk. Not yell, but be clear you’re not gonna fall for the victim charade when they start quoting the “1 in 12” nonsense or whatever else the trans cult has came up with. And go in knowing you’re not gonna change their minds, and that that’s ok. Seriously, it’s totally and completely 100% ok if you don’t change anybody’s mind. Lord knows I’ve tried with several people and they’re still out there thinking dicks can be female lol

Most importantly, if you find yourself too jaded or too tired of all this shit, please just click right out of this hellsite. Seriously. This place is poison, it really is. It’s gonna be hard now with the whole worldwide quarantine and all...but real life activism is important. I guess I lied earlier lol, I do have somewhat of an answer for you on how I handle all this bullshit when I get down. I work with young pregnant women and girls as a volunteer. I’ve been in their shoes, and it really helps to have someone who knows what it’s like. By the time I found out about my own pregnancy as a result of rape as a teenager, it was too late to legally abort it. The family that i chose to adopt the baby got me a midwife, and that midwife and I became very close. Now, she introduces me to other pregnant young women and girls she meets through her own volunteer work, and I walk them through all their options: abortion, keeping it, open adoption, closed adoption, etc. and I give them my phone number and let them know they can call me whenever they need to talk. I go with them as a friend to get the abortion if they want, or to look through books of adoptive families and help them choose between the ones they like.

The reason I’m saying all this is because volunteering like that, being there for these girls in a way that no one was really there for me...it keeps me sane, honestly. Whenever I’m bummed about something stupid a TIM did or said, I remember that I’ve done more for women than he could ever even dream of. That I’ve left a positive impact out there, on the real, tangible, physical world. So, if you can, I highly recommend volunteering somewhere. I know it sounds cheesy as shit, but really. And idk how old you are, but if you’re in highschool, a lot of colleges like to see volunteer work on applications, so it could be good for your future, too! It doesn’t even have to be about feminism. Go volenteer to walk dogs at your local pet shelter, or help out at a homeless shelter. Another thing I do when my disability acts up really bad and I’m incapable of leaving my bed is I do free design work for local charities and feminist groups. So if you’re artistic, reach out to any small charity you like and ask if they need someone to design some posters, tee shirts, or images for their website!

Even in quarantine, shelter animals need to be taken care of, charities/non profits need websites maintained, women’s shelters need pads and tampons, homeless people need food....there’s still so much you can do. So yeah, that’s definitely my recommendation. Fuck these assholes, ok? Who gives a shit what they think. Who gives a fuck if some man thinks we’re bitches for refusing to call him a woman. Who cares. We’re better than that. You’re better than that. It’s really hard, I know, but I promise it does get easier to laugh at it all💕

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jaimereyes13 · 5 years

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Are you a terf?

I answered a similar ask a week ago that asserted that I was a transphobe. Am I a terf? We can break that down, however if you want to know if I’m a transphobe, short answer, no, I don’t consider myself a transphobe. Lol.

Longer answer:

Am I a Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminist? Firstly, I am a radical feminist. Or, at least, I have radical feminist beliefs and try to put them into practice in my own life. Being a radical feminist is about liberating women. This is a pretty lofty thing to say, but it is the goal of the ideology, just like the goal of liberal feminist ideology might be “equality for all people.” As soon as we see these two goals, we can start to see a difference in the two, right? Radical feminists don’t necessarily argue for “equality,” because in a society where people are a part of oppressor classes and others a part of oppressed ones, what would be the goal? For everyone to be an oppressor? Radical feminists reject the status of men and don’t want to become ‘equal’ to oppressors but rather dismantle the systems that make women oppressed. One axis of oppression, the one radical feminists base their praxis on, is gender. Other axes must necessarily come into view; race, disability, sexuality, etc. but all of these are focused on how they affect women (ie, how does the experience of a white woman vary from a black woman? What privilege does a straight woman hold over a lesbian woman? How about a feminine straight white woman over a black butch woman?)… of course, being aware of and caring about these different modes of oppression means we are also aware of men who are oppressed because of their race/sexuality/etc…. but WOMEN are our focus.

SO how do we define womanhood, since that is what this ideology is based on? Women are adult human females. We are of course also focused on liberating girls, but girls are not adults, and woman and man are words that denote adulthood. This is an obviously important distinction since I would not (for example) call a 5 year old a woman. The human distinction is pretty obvious too. Anyway, the aspect that most people seem to be upset by/confused by/find fault with is the female part of this description. Women around the world are oppressed because they are FEMALE, and people can tell this because women overwhelmingly have uteri and can become pregnant (”female: of or denoting the sex that can bear offspring or produce eggs”) You can also often tell that a person is female because of their breasts, the way the fat is situated on their bodies, their bone structure, their size, etc. Because of women’s BODIES men have often taken advantage of us to enact sexual violence and keep women in a subservient position. For example, the military (speaking from an american/canadian perspective) is still considered a dangerous place for women to be, not because they are potentially going overseas and engaging in combat with rifles/bombs/weaponry, but because the sexual assault rates are SO HIGH. WITHIN THE ARMY. ASSAULT IS PERPETRATED NOT BY THE “ENEMY” BUT BY YOUR “BROTHERS.” When women ‘step out of line,’ men like to tell us to “get back in the kitchen” or “suck my dick” or call us “bitches/whores/cunts.” Men don’t like it when women are self-reliant or form communities with other women–how many man have discouraged the women in their lives from learning mechanics, going to school, or working? What if that woman they were calling a “slut” and telling to “fix me a sandwich” or threatening with rape said “actually, I don’t identify with womanhood. I’m not a woman. I’m trans.” Would that change anything? Why not? Because you can still physically identify her as a woman… because she is female.

So women are oppressed on the basis of sex. Our sex is told we have “women’s brains” that make us more inclined to be quiet, caring and illogical, and that a good woman wears heels (painful, uncomfortable, limits mobility), makeup (expensive, time-consuming, promotes hiding of “flaws” and a desire for “perfect” looks/“beauty”), stays at home and takes care of the kids (isolating, unrecognized/unappreciated labour, strenuous, removes independence), and serves the men in her life completely. What liberal feminists call gender roles, we call gender. Because gender is entirely based on classifying what women (adult human females) and men (adult human males) are allowed to do. So we reject gendering.

Does this exclude trans people? Well, it depends on how you view it. Remember that radical feminism is about women, who are female, and despite us being able to recognize that systemic injustices are faced by men of colour and disabled men (and gay men and poor men etc. etc.), we focus on liberating females. So males are not included; they are ‘excluded.’ Trans women (male - to - female transgender individuals) are male. SO, yes they are excluded by this description. However, just as we can recognize how indigenous men are oppressed, we can recognize the pain of dysphoric males and the oppression of gender non conforming males.

This was all written very quickly and in one go so there are probably mistakes in it, sorry! If you want to send another anonymous ask with follow up questions/remarks, feel free.. you can also come off anon and we can chat privately. I hope you’re having a good day and that this helped to explain my views. :)

#ask #terf #feminism #my thoughts

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softiyan-blog · 5 years

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Female cam models get a lot more money than male cam models (duh). Unless of course you want to do shows for gay men, which she says a lot of straight male cam models find "strange," probably because those guys assumed they'd be models for women. Uh, nope. Women already have plenty of dick pics, thanks. That week I became somewhat obsessed. I scribbled notes on receipts every time I thought about something, I analyzed the way that my colleagues spoke and acted, the way that the clients at the club behaved, in greater depth than I ever before had. I wanted to know what it was that we were doing - of course, we were taking off our clothes and dancing, but were we really doing?Theres so much free porn that I feel webcamming is more of a personal one-on-one. You can go online and find any ol stuff, but webcamming is more personal; its tailored exactly to what you want and what youre looking for. Youre not sharing it with 100 thousand other people. This is your show. Most of the time you build up a relationship, I talk to you as a friend and I respect you as a person. How has your day been, what did you get from the shops, what are you cooking for dinner… its like an online relationship. In a corner of the room there is a large computer screen, an expensive camera and behind them, professional photographers' lights. Dozens of pairs of eyes may view Lana in her room online in real time via dedicated adult websites. But she does not make any money until a member asks her to "go private" in a one-to-one webcam session.

That wasn't always the case. Before she started stripping — both online and off — Domino was a suit: working at a Fortune 500 company as a graphic designer. She quit the firm out of boredom in 2010, and now mainly flexes her aesthetic skills to push her online sex shows. Unlike most cam girls, Domino isn't affiliated with a network like LiveJasmin. She's completely independent, streaming strip and fetish sex shows from her home studio, straight from a website she built herself. Stripping at a local joint came first, but after breaking her wrist, Domino segued away from brick and mortar clubs. She'd heard there was good money to be made doing pretty much the same stuff online — and she could be her own boss.Today, things are different. After saving money and learning enough savvy to avoid continued exploitation, Anna is done with money-sucking studios, and so she works only about five days a month, from her own home. Five days of camming per month allow her to match the Romanian per capita income of roughly $US12,000 per year with a minuscule fraction of the labour. If she wants more money, she works more days.I have considered opening up my profile again a few times since, and very well might once I get over the ‘what will people think?’ paranoia, and memorise the retort I have planned regarding the government youth unemployment in Australia: With youth unemployment currently sitting around 13%, creating your own job using the resources you already have (in this case, internet connection, webcam, studio lighting and cute knickers) becomes a much more viable option than waiting for callbacks from the 20 resumes you sent out last week. That said, the idea of my future prospects of employability could be damaged if this was discovered, and I do wonder about the percentage of money the site makes versus the percentages the models make.In a corner of the room there is a large computer screen, an expensive camera and behind them, professional photographers' lights. Dozens of pairs of eyes may view Lana in her room online in real time via dedicated adult websites. But she does not make any money until a member asks her to "go private" in a one-to-one webcam session.

That wasn't always the case. Before she started stripping — both online and off — Domino was a suit: working at a Fortune 500 company as a graphic designer. She quit the firm out of boredom in 2010, and now mainly flexes her aesthetic skills to push her online sex shows. Unlike most cam girls, Domino isn't affiliated with a network like LiveJasmin. She's completely independent, streaming strip and fetish sex shows from her home studio, straight from a website she built herself. Stripping at a local joint came first, but after breaking her wrist, Domino segued away from brick and mortar clubs. She'd heard there was good money to be made doing pretty much the same stuff online — and she could be her own boss.I knew then, that before I could construct a cohesive argument to put toward my friend, that I needed to take another look at the situation from a broader perspective. I knew that if I came at it purely from my own personal experience that I would ultimately fail. Firstly, I needed to find out if the topic had been discussed at length already - I had heard bits and pieces about the industry and its link to feminism but this time I immersed myself. When I typed in feminism and stripping there was more material than I ever would have possibly imagined, and I read article after article after article."There are advertisements on university campuses," says Ilisei. "Students get direct Facebook messages with offers of work. And the studios are very corporate - exactly like an entry-career job in other fields. The language is all about empowering young women, being independent, learning skills, even getting bonuses if you convince your friends to try it too.On her end, the website looks like this. This is where she sits and waits.

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cocaineballs · 6 years

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21 Questions

@babyjuju tagged me!

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag people who you want to get to know better.

Nickname: Leo to the general public lmaoo

Zodiac: gemini bc I'm a too faced bitch

Height: 5'5

Last movie I saw: In theaters - Halloween (number one comedy of 2018). At home - Coco (still makes me cry but tbh soy una pendeja chillona)

Last thing I googled: Disney Original Movies

Favourite musician: So many wtf??? But at the moment I'm sucking Ariana's dick. A true kween

Song stuck in my head: Don't Fear The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult

Other blogs: @living-dead-parker

Do I get asks: not a lot. I was hit with a couple on my side the other day but I definitely want more asks so plz send me some on main or on side idc

Following: plenty of people. Marvel blogs, TWD blogs, chican/latinx and social justice blogs as well as shit post blogs

Amount of sleep: I got like 7 and a half hours but in general I get too little sleep

Lucky number: 3 and 4

What I’m wearing: black jeans, burgundy top with grey sleeves, high top chucks

Dream job: writer for SNL or playwright

Dream trip: Guatemala to visit my father's birthplace and New York for a Broadway play and some pizza

Favourite food: Mexican food through and through

Play any instruments: lmaooooo (story time: in 7th grade, my orchestra teacher made me her TA bc I didn't know how to play my instrument. Easy A.)

Languages: English, Spanish, a little bit of French, and enough German to greet people

Favourite songs: Top 5 list (ranked in order); 1.)Who Are You Now - Sleeping With Sirens 2.)Living Dead Girl - Rob Zombie 3.)Moonlight - Ariana Grande 4.)Strangers In The Night - Frank Sinatra 5.) Abrázame Muy Fuerte - Juan Gabriel

Random fact: I'm totally single so :))

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: dead roses, Mexican flag, pride flag, metal band shirts, classic rock lyrics, yellow, black, blood red, chickweed flowers in hair, 50s dreams, chicanx in red old font, hippie, Lennon glasses, tie dye and flower power, feminism in pink, pastels, Beavis and butthead (I'm all over the place on my aesthetics. One day I'm a proud chicanx social justice kween, the next I'm a goth bitch who's in love with Rob Zombie)

Not gonna tag anyone bc I don't really talk to people on here like that but feel free to steal this and say I tagged you if you want!

#tagged #21 questions

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jazzygirlsadreamer-blog · 6 years

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My Ideal Man

Since I’m single and have made a new commitment to pursuing femininity and accepting being gay, and hope to have many fans and readers here who are as excited about this journey as I am, with hopefully some handsome men reading, perhaps I should let my audience know what my dream/ideal partner would be like? It surely couldn’t hurt! So what is it I am looking for in a romantic and bed partner?

First off, something I need in a partner without a doubt....if you have any interest in pulling my panties down, you ABSOLUTELY have to know your role in our relationship, and play it authentically! You should know without any second thoughts that in our relationship, I am the woman and you are the man, every day and always. You only top, I only bottom (when we get there). You don’t obsess over my baby dick like a gay man would, and generally ignore it. I don’t mind a little bit of attention at all. In fact, it could be very nice to be fondled and stroked a little bit here and there! But I don’t want to be with a man who is obsessed with penis. On the contrary, it would delight me to have a partner who focuses on and appreciates my nipples and ass. Doesn’t make you feel like much of a lady, in my estimation, if every time you lay with him your man wants to jack you off or even worse, (Yikes, the biggest turnoff there ever was), perform oral on your front side....I don’t ever want my tiny boypart in anyone’s mouth, never ever! So gross and a guaranteed way to ruin our sexual chemistry! I’m eager to be rimmed and would love for my man to passionately lick my hole, kiss my cheeks, etc...but don’t ever flip me over and move to the front. Nothing disgusts me more than a man who wants to blow me! Absolutely unacceptable and no way to treat a lady!!! To go through this would kill any attraction we were developing, any chemistry we had in bed, and be a deathblow to our relationship dynamics! To keep it plain, clear, and easily understood, if my man goes down on me, he’s eating my ass. If i go down on my man, I’m sucking his dick. Always and every time and no changing there. I have no desire to lick your ass and I would shudder if you tried to suck me. It’s just not right, think about it! Definitely not a turn on for someone who wants to become more of a woman!

If you have seen any of the couple pics I have shared with my audience so far, you will know I am white. Call me a freak or like any other sissy if you want to, but there is absolutely no denying my attraction towards black men! I know others like me can relate to this, right ladies? To get the obvious out of the way, a BIG black cock is SO impressive, even if it is a little scary to a newbie like myself. IMO the epitome of masculinity is a muscular, hung, and confident black male. Not that other races are not men or anything like that...I believe and know strong, handsome, masculine, well built, and well endowed men come in all different colors. But I have to be honest and admit....there’s just something so sexy about a black man who knows what he’s doing! I am open to dating all races and I don’t want to be promiscuous or sleep around so I don’t want anyone to feel insecure. I would love to find a serious, real, and committed man of any color that will help me develop, grow, and love me. But I cannot deny there is something about a black man that just does it for me and feels so right! Not to mention I have pale, snow white skin and I would love to see the contrast of our bodies together!

Third, and this is essential, If you want to date me, you need to be ready for the long haul! I am looking for romance and true love, for someone who can mentor and train me and this will not happen overnight. You need to be patient and dedicated to my growth and our relationship. No married men at all! I understand we have to get to know each other and see how we click but I am seeking monogamy and a real, long term relationship, not just some quick dick! With that being said, I am open to a bit of swinging here and there and maybe bringing another guy or even another fem like me into bed with us. After i’m comfortable and developed as a lady in bed, if we can arrange it and it feels right and suits us, it would be fun to have a second masculine guy in bed with us. I wonder what it would be like to suck one guy and be fucked by another for instance, or suck two dicks at once. Like I’ve said before I have a nasty, slutty side like anyone else, and one day, it would be nice to do some more adventurous things like that just to see what it’s like. If you wanted for a female (genetic or otherwise) to join us, i would be open minded to your desires...I want monogamy, but I also want to have some fun. I’ve kept this side of myself inside for way way too long, and now there’s a lot of pent up lust and sexual energy that I want to release as soon as we’re ready. My sex life prior to this was giving a couple quickie blowjobs and unsuccessfully attempting to stay hard and fuck pussy. It wasn’t very satisfying, believe me! Now that i’m ready to accept my true likes in bed and romance, there is so much I desire to try out! As I’ve said before, I am an anal virgin and so curious to see what it feels like! I’m also contemplating us filming some of our love making maybe even broadcasting it live online so its a big plus if you’re comfortable with that! It’s important to me that you are willing to be adventurous in bed with me...there is so much i want to try out!

Last but not least by any means, while a fulfilling sex life is very important to me, the romance is JUST as important. I don’t want to feel like i’m just your sex toy (well, maybe sometimes, heehee). I want to feel loved, valued, and appreciated. I want to be kissed out of nowhere. I want you to ask me how i’m doing or what things have been like while we are apart. I want you to love me as i am, in the early stages of my feminization when i might not be very passable or have a perfect figure, and love me even more as i blossom with your help into the pretty girl I always dreamed of being. See, while there is surely plenty of kink, sex, and fantasy involved throughout this whole process, this is more than a fetish to me! When we are together even if we are not in bed I will always be presenting as a lady and fully expect to be treated like one...while I am unsure until we see how things go if I will eventually transition, whether i ever do or not and no matter if we’re making love, riding in a car, or just talking on the phone, always remember to treat me like a woman, and never ever bring up my masculine identity...I want to break free from that and push myself to be the girl I always wanted to be! It’s not just while we have sex, it’s an all day every day thing unchanging dynamic in our relationship...I am always the female!

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louisevonsalome131629 · 7 years

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back when i was still very much into liberal politics, around 2014, i had this self-congratulatory moment, scrolling through my facebook feed filled with progressive media, thinking something along the lines of “wow everything is going so well; everyone is a feminist (men need it too!), fat women get represented in sexy lingerie, buzzfeed writes yaaasss slay goals articles about genderfluid selfies, sex and body positivity are radical self care, films now also portray women as violent psychopaths for genduh equality, poc get awards sometimes, corporations feature gay people in ad campaigns, empowered sugar babies get interviewed by everyday feminism, 16 year old girls sucking dick for lunch money aren’t “sexually exploited children” (that’s slutshaming) but actually independent entrepreneurs #hustlequeen, last week i called out aunt agnes for her cultural appropriation of beach pareos, we’re out here respectin pronouns and being enlightened enough not to criticize traditional religious practice (some choose a mini skirt, some a hijab, no difference!) while elaborate think pieces about micro aggressions constantly turn us into even more woke individuals...basically everyone is on the right side of history except some backwards uneducated idiots”

but i apparently wasn’t completely braindead yet, bc i suddenly got this feeling of unease and a bit later it hit me: N O T H I N G was actually changing apart from some language and aesthetics within this weird social media bubble made up of western college students ??????? poor people were still poor (but now also called out for using problematique words yay) because capital doesn’t distribute itself through happy thoughts, people were still oppressed and violated for their skin colour, sex or sexuality, except a miniscule fraction in some parts of the world “empowered” themselves enough to become CEOs... we just felt better about the status quo cause we made some slight linguistic modifications, entirely focussing on individual narratives, framing everything as a free choice and repackaging the bleak reality into meaningless but marketable terms ????? RIP

#neoliberalism #neoliberal feminism #liberal feminism #postmodernism is hell #gender politics #fake empowerment #performative activism #corporate wokeness #rip old me #personal #my post

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Hey, I’m the anon that asked panicsinning about the daddy thing. I’m seeing it in a significant portion of the fics I try to read at the minute (not just Brendon fics, but I seem to find more of them with him!) and I’m not into it at all. It kinda sucks. There are so many other ways to write a dominant Brendon, if that’s what people want, but as soon as I see the daddy thing I gotta close the tab like no thank u. And especially if he’s said it makes him uncomfortable

i think we’re dealing with the fall out of a generation of 90s and 2000s people raised on internet porn. i’ve noticed–this is evident on wattpad n tumblr especially–that a lot of smut is written by junior high n high school girls too, whose go to source is other smut fics by youn’uns n internet porn. like you could see that at work too on aooo n livejournal, but that stuff tended to be more grounded in real life experience/realistic n the writers skewed older–late teens n 20s on those–recorded porn was also less…fucked up in the 90s-early 00s n things that are mainstream now used to be fringe n avoidable. another thing i’ve noticed in fics: lack of solidarity with other women and girls–a lot of monstering of other females, who are usually portrayed as “whores” (this has a long history though–i remember the good girl/bad girl dichotomy in a lot of romance novels, vc andrews books, etc–tv shows n movies based around conflict between girls, the idea that women and girls are crueler to girls than boys are when the reverse is true, women getting angry at the “other woman” and not their dickhead men)

(trigger warning for me ranting about the content of pornography, the sexual status quo, etc)

i watched straight porn from about 8-12 from 95-99 and i don’t remember ever seeing pia for example. porn is now absolutely obsessed with men anally penetrating women with their dicks (if you are on a porn site, you will quickly see it guaranfuckingteed), particularly the damage that can result from it (eg “gaping,” women saying they can’t handle it *on camera* and the scene still continuing, “she’ll need an ambulance when we’re done with her”). there wasn’t much “deep throat”/”throat fucking” fellatio (i hate those terms–we are looking at throat rape) either, but now porn is obsessed with that too. it also used to be more about showing at least the performance of female pleasure and orgasm (usually faked of course) but now that is largely irrelevant and clear indications of pain are not only kept in, but intentionally there. piv that’s not a cervix bashing is hard to find, scenes without piv even harder (and they’re usually brief clips), and “sex” for men generally and pornographers in particular starts at piv–like if there isn’t at least “regular fucking” it doesn’t even register as sexual and worth watching to most.

“vanilla porn” has a lot of bdsm themes in it as discussed above as well as slapping, spitting, ejaculating on women’s faces, misogynist namecalling, “ass to mouth” and the hetero bdsm porn online is absolutely–we’re talking witch hunt and slavery levels of torture. in both, women are punished for the crime of being born female. based in aggrieved male entitlement–like men are punishing women for having any boundaries, desires of their own, telling them no outright or no to certain sex acts. any sexuality in women reduced to “fuck hole” (or a dewey eyed bisexual–tropes around female-female sexuality in porn are more varied i will admit but ultimately about viewer, typically male, titillation. femdom is also usually paid for by the man, and all about what he wants, and most of the domination and pain is both mild in comparison to what women are put through and based in feminizing him–comparing him to a woman, calling him gay, saying he has a small “ineffective” dick, calling his anus a pussy, etc. women are also often in absolutely ridiculous uncomfortable outfits n shoes.). a lot of humiliation, dom/sub–it’s really difficult for me to watch but it’s like men are in a contest with each other, expressing sexuality together, with women as the targets–seeing who can humiliate and hurt women the most–make her wish she’d never been born. man=sadist, and female=hole. (and a lot of the women making porn play that same game too.)

under this, girls are developing their sexuality, with the above porn online, and either just a general lack of information from school and parents, or a specifically religious tinge to discussions of sexuality as being sinful, shameful in women (and gay/bi men). sex=piv=sex, and pia is 5th base and you shouldn’t have hang ups about fucking bc it’s what girls and women are made for and like. things that women can do together don’t get transferred to sex with men at all, or at best MAY make it in as foreplay–sex is pole in hole, silly ho–not rubbing off on him (esp if you want to rub on a part or in a position that makes him feel like a girl), or getting oral, or masturbating in front of him, or him using his hand on you, or using toys together… women and girls are the gatekeepers for male sexuality and responsible for men’s actions and either natural saints or whores who need to either save men from the bad women (who deserve what men do to them, regardless of how cruel or sadistic or destructive–she wanted it if it happened at all–made him do it) or embrace their roles as cumsluts (liberated sexuality is doing what the pornographers tell you to, you go girl and suck that cock and have piv while you have few if any orgasms, don’t even feel that turned on and comfortable, and just put on a good show! lol don’t you know that focusing on yr clit n vulva is for masturbation and girl-girl action, if you focus on that silly part at all. or just rub your clit while he’s using whichever of your holes he wants–the sex positive solution. or spend years thinking you’re broken, to find out not orgasming during piv is normal, and just continue having it n taking hormonal birth control n praying for your period to arrive on time.)

there is a lot telling women and girls to find dangerous, possessive, sadistic, controlling, etc men sexy, and obviously this works–increasingly women are consuming porn, the success of the twilight novels, 50 shades of abusive gaslighting n pitying the poor poor dude who is just a hurt puppy (who can fucking kill you), advising already traumatized women to “work through their trauma” with a male sadist/top, telling women and girls that “daddy kink” is hot as fuck (ignore the fact that father-daughter incest is probably statistically the most traumatic form of child sexual abuse there is n hide it behind “it’s just a bit of kinky fun n letting him feel like a real man n letting you surrender to yourself n letting him take care of you” gaslighting), the whole mess of “sex positive feminism” (this is not what anne koedt, shere hite, audre lorde, etc were talking about folks) and repainting feminism (the fight for women’s liberation from patriarchy and the end of male violence) as about consumerist choices (particularly around conforming to beauty standards, partaking in prostitution industries) and saying women are not a class and women aren’t oppressed because of male desire to control our sexuality and reproduction but because we have inner feminine souls/brains and if you’re not a walking stereotype n don’t feel like one you’re not really female n sex is a free for all n not political at all (except for slutshaming bc women often are what men call us n shouldn’t be shamed for it–we should embrace it as empowerment) n trust women unless they say something you don’t agree with then they are monsters who kill with their words unlike men (even the ones who do kill) who aren’t why we feel unsafe (those bad women over there made them do it n besides, women are worse than men)…

holy fuck this is quite the rant! i need to get back to writing the smutty times with beebs ;)

tl;dr this environment is ripe for girls finding “daddy kink” sexy because it encapsulates more explicitly what flows through our everyday sexual lives, media, etc. already. like the question shouldn’t be “why are some into daddy kink” but “why is there an intense focus on dom/sub, top/bottom, adult/child, male/female, penetrator/penetrated… dichotomies and roles in the first place?” or “how could so many *not* be drawn to it?” i remember reading explicit romance novels and this dom/sub, piv-oriented, etc relation was as common as air in them (they were generally way worse than graphic western novels n even worse than a lot of recorded porn back then), even the ones where the women were into equality outside of the bedroom. you can also see this in gay porn, where there is also this focus on pia and top/bottom roles, changing the way gay men have sex outside of porn too–like older gay/bi men see pia and roles attached to it as far less pivotal in their understanding and experience of sex than young gay/bi men do. (jesus christ gal get back on topic…)

daddy/little (or kitten or princess or slut or…) confirms the way things should be: male control, authority, female deference, submission, etc. independence in women is punished. female desire for sexual pleasure and affection is denigrated. the amount of fics where women are punished or shamed for masturbating in front of him or on her own or rubbing herself on him by the daddy/dom! i can’t even… told not to, called bad for doing it…had their hand slapped away…physically punished for doing it. it’s seen as a distraction from the man’s Very Important Stuff at best, whether that stuff is nonsexual or what he wants to do to her sexually. sexuality is presented as a punishment for women (not so far from god’s condemnation of eve are we?), but something we desire simultaneously. like we should be punished for wanting, as if our wanting men or a man means we should be hurt by him/them. spanking is a humiliation and pain ritual a la abusive fathers with belts/forceful hands/tree branches/whips through the patriarchal ages, creating welts and tears and humiliation. females are *done to* and males *do*. even sucking dick becomes something men do to women by pushing her head down, pushing into her throat, etc as tears well up. outside of fic, women take painkillers and use numbing gels to endure it. the sexiest women are like little girls, and the sexiest men are controlling fathers. men *have to* hurt us, to let us know what we did wrong, so we can try to behave better next time. women need someone telling them what to do, when to do it, how to do it. telling us and showing us what we are for. men need to feel like real men, and women like real women–nothing is worse than an uppity woman making a man feel like a he’s not an avatar of masculinity, or however he sees himself–quit trying to emasculate men, unless they are into forced feminization of course n are paying for you to do what they want you to, are topping from the bottom. never challenge male self-image, especially in sex. know your place, and tell yourself you are precious, and cared for, and pampered by a benevolent master. daddy kink is the sexiest sex to ever sex, n vanilla is just so boring… why settle for lights out missionary piv when you can be choked n slapped n entered anally? those are your two choices. you’re not a prude are you? quit being so sex negative. quit policing these wild sexy desires in people. quit erasing and killing us with anything you might think or say to contradict this.

we live in a world where men get away with murdering women based on “rough sex gone wrong” defenses, even to the point where people think it reasonable that a native woman in prostitution bled to death after “consensual” piv with a john (when he likely sliced open the inside of her vagina with a knife based on the extent of her injury, let alone the belief that lethal injury can be consented to period let alone within prostitution), athletes are acquitted of rape when they gang rape a woman into several hours of bleeding from a vaginal injury (and she named it rape from the get go, the men were bragging and trying to get her to keep quiet), wives are murdered by boyfriends in “50 shades games gone wrong” that *she* wanted (considering she is the dead one not him...), people think *unconscious* women and girls are “consenting” whether strangled into unconsciousness or drugged or sleeping..., and another woman was literally choked to death during throat rape by the man she loved (the focus in that courtroom and the media? His allegedly big dick--how could he have helped himself, not killed her, with such a big cock? Injuring women with big dicks is so entertaining n humourous!). A male sadist is more likely to kill you than give you an amazing time in bed. More likely to claim it’s all fun n games when numerous women accuse him of sexual, physical and psychological abuse than actually help those or any other women have a good time in bed.

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