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tumblueberry · 6 years ago

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Okay guys buckle up because I forgot to update Serena’s adventures last week and this one’s game has been amazing too. It’s three pages in word worth of text, you’ve been warned.

Last week:

We got to the nearest town in our way north to a Baroness' lands. Royce the human warlock knows her and apparently has some kind of deal (and respect to a point) this woman. The plan is to go there so they can do their business, tell her about the giants and dragons we saw and then continuing our quest to recovering his and our cleric's lost years of youth.

We arrive, a guard from a prominent order greets us and points us to the two inns in town. After chatting a bit about how things are here, we go to the good inn. There, we find our new bard YAAASS. His name is Justin Keis. Read it again. Yes. It's a pun. I love him already. Justin was talking to the bartender and she was being racist, so Nayah the human paladin stood up for him, and then the rest of the party just came down to the woman. Justin is a tiefling, btw! So, we obviously decided she didn't deserve our money! We went to the bad inn instead xD It smelled bad, everything was sticky and the bartender was an asshole, but at least he was like that to everybody and not just the weirdly colored, horned ones. There, we find our other new companion. His name is Elarel and he's a sea elf? Or something like that? An elf but like... green xD

Somehow we end up telling the man about what happened, he runs outta the place and we're left there with our super awful stews while we hear how people are freaking out. Of course, the boss of the previous guard enters the inn shortly after and we tell him again about the giants in the sky. Bit of time passes, we go to the small market and learn about ships not being able to go fishing because of the pirates. They have to buy food from nearby towns and everyone is misserable. I bought and stiletto though B) and Molk the lizzardfolk bought a big fish just to use the bone. Uro, his caracal companion, had a feast xD Then Royce bought some new clothes for the visit to the Baroness and I can't remember what else.

Anyway, we then go the beach and of course it turned into an anime beach episode. But like, with nudity and obscenity. First of, we made a little fire and Justin started playing his lute. Alana the half-elf clerid took off her clothes and ran into the water after a bit of meditation. Royce took off his clothes, swam and then started running after Uro with no success. But just imagine a 60 year old man, naked, running after a fucking caracal in a beach xDDD Meanwhile Molk was enjying some scuba diving and seeing THINGS, but we don't know what. Nayah joined us later in the water and Alana used thunderwave to create huge waves! It was cool, Serena swam along with the big wave and then did the little mermaid with her hair, looking just like one. I'm very proud of that. I also used shape water to create penises and boobs in the air with water xDDD After that I ran out of the water and rolled over the sand until I reached Justin and joined him with my flute. It was all very chill then. Last thing we did was making our own stew with potatoes and fish, not very good but better than the inn's lol. Then went to said inn, drank a bit, saw Royce having a fight with a random dude and then basically going to bed!

THE NEXT DAY aka today's game:

We wake up, take our horses and head out of this town promising to our dear Nayah we'll come back to help with the pirates. We also heard there were some trouble with missing people and attacks in the road we had to take up north, so we tell her we'll investigate. Later that day we set camp and look around for clues on big animals or something that could be attacking travelers... turns out, a fucking undead demon thing shows up. I don't know the name of the creature, but it was like a skelleton dog with fire instead of meat or furr. He saw Nayah, so we had to fight. During the fight we got lucky and the thing didn't touch us. We could destroy it and see how the palading precisely got the HDYWDT and it was awesome, she sank her axe into the creature's skull, it broke in half and then the entire thing turned into ashes. From them, we found a medallion with the symbol of the Lord of the Hells or something like that. Royce wanted to keep it but Nayah talked him into not wearing the symbol of a forbidden and perverted faith that was based in hurting others. So, we decide to not tell this to anyone, unlike the giant-dragons thingy in the previous town, and maybe only tell the mayor/person in power in the next place. We agree to shut our mouths and go to sleep.

Next day, we take our things and horses and ride to the next town, a happier, richer place. Less inhabitants but many farming lands. A guard stops us to say hello and ask our business and we're told they only had problems with outlaws. And something about the mayor but I didn't really get what's the deal with that woman :/ Anyway, the guard kindly points us towards the two taverns in town and we go to the less expensive one. Still kinda expensive for our little money looool. There, Royce tries to pick a fight with another random man but the owner of the inn was there and threw a dagger to the table where they were almost getting into the fight. They stop, obviously, and we go talk to the woman. She was an adventurer too once, and she sees us as adventurers to be. The woman asks us what we want, we talk about drinks and rooms, and then Royce asks for rumors. Justin said he wanted to play in the little scenario so I told the woman we would perform the greatest show she's ever seen! So, while Royce and Alana kinda exchange rumors with the owner, I start thinking about what the hell I will do. Now, I'm very sorry for myself, Serena and you guys, because I was NOT paying attention to them talking. My anxiety went over the roof and all I could do was trying to plan a good show by myself. The thing is, Justin's player was trying to get wifi from a plaza outdoors because he doesn't have it nstalled in his new students' rooms yet! So we could only communicate during his turns very briefly and through text, that made it more difficult to share info and plan shit. WELL, I can only remember that at some point Nayah and Royce were talking about the Baroness and gods and being a good person?? Oh, and that this woman apparently may have deals with pirates, yes, that's why Nayah was kinda angry and wanted to really talk to the Baroness. If this woman has a lot of farming land, produces a lot of food, and then has deals with pirates to prevent other towns from fishing aka getting their own food and way of living... they'll depend or her and her product, thus making her more rich sinc they have to buy food from her lands.

That's all I can gather :/ I may ask in private another day...

After that, more people arrive to drink after the day’s work, including the mayor and some friends of the innkeeper!

When they all had their talk time, the DM gave us bards the chance to describe what we do. And here goes our performance, I'm very proud of it, I had ideas and the dice really blessed us tonight :__) First, Justin starts playing the lute from the bar where we were drinking. I follow him for a few steps and then rise my voice so I'm heard “Ladies, gentlemen, dear audience here in our beloved Chatty Troll (the tavern lol)! Tonight you'll be witnesses of a very peculiar performance from the hands of the most singular Justin Keis – give the man an applause!- and yours truly, Serena of Shalesteps!” /applauds to herself as well. The people were responding but not too interested yet. “Look closely, and don't miss a thing... WATCH THIS!”. I start tapping the scenario at the rythm of Justin's lute, clapping to encourage the audience to do te same. When I'm sure I have their attention I grab my two daggers and brand new stiletto, I play with them, throw them in the air, juggling while tapping the floor. Justin's music gets more intense, and so I conjure and illusion of an extra dagger right in the air. The tavern was IMPRESSED, people started cheering and clapping on their own. Justin made the music go more and more intense, and reaching the climax I put the blades away, put out my flute with some accrobatic moves and start playing with my companion. Then, I cast cloud of daggers and the audience GASPS, everyone surprised, applauding, going crazy for us! A kid tried to touch the daggers but I stepped in front of them and just started walking around the area to prevent any other curious hands that would probably be chopped off :) Justin decides to stop the intense music, so I puff away the daggers and let him do his more peaceful, quieter melody now. He starts playing something soft and beautiful, singing along, then I accompany the melody with my own flute. We play a bit more and when he signs me with his head, we both stop at the same time and bow.

EVERYONE WAS GOING CRAZY ABOUT IT. We had such good luck with the dice, dudes, some nat20s, some beautiful high rolls, we were LIT SHIT this evening. The people at the inn threw us money to the scenario, we got asked things, the innkeeper invited us to drinks and we could stay there for free, FREE! Yassss I'm so proud of us :__) This is a fucking dream, you guys.

The best part is, Serena saw two kids trying to play with knives and she went there and taught them things, just like when she was a little rascal of a girl and some circus guy taught her about throwing daggers ;__;

After that, Royce got into a fight, lost, we drank aaaaand end of the game! Most of us got drunk and woke up with a hangover, but that's a problem for next Tuesday. Aaaah I'm so hyped I can't sleep xD We had a BLAST! Bar fighting, performance, an undead demon dog thing from hell!

Best party ever, guys, I'm thrilled.

More next week! Sorry it's such a long read lol. Love you guys <3

#Serena the Bard #serena got her alcohol FINALLY #we got rum bless the inkeeper

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theliterateape · 6 years ago

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Voting Feels Like Date Rape

By Elizabeth Harper

“You showed up, so you were asking for it.”

But I didn’t know that was what he was going to do. I thought we were going to have a nice time, get dinner and a movie. He genuinely seemed interested in me, said all the right things. We shared the same views and interests.

“You should have known he was a liar and a manipulator. How stupid are you? Can’t you tell a liar and a manipulator and a charmer when you see one?”

But I so wanted to have a nice time, to believe that someone would actually like me and care about me, listen to me and try to understand my point of view.

“Stupid cow. Dumb bitch.”

I thought he might be someone who would take care of me. Don’t I deserve to be taken care of?

“No one is going to take care of you. Don’t you get that? Slut. Skank. Whore.”

Wait a minute. I’m the wronged party here. I believed what I was told. It didn’t even occur to me that he would do something so awful.

“What? Were you born yesterday? Just off the boat? Didn’t your parents, and the schools, and the church, and daytime television teach you that everything that happens to you is your fault? Don’t you get that?”

But who am I supposed to go with? How am I supposed to tell the truly awful from the somewhat tolerable when everyone is lying and everyone has their own agenda and nobody tells the truth and it’s all just spectacle and manipulation and performance art and a reality that is really unreal because it’s scripted to appeal to the lowest common denominator or some stereotyped demographic, some media consultant’s view of who I am, which doesn't have anything to do with who I am at all? What am I supposed to do when there is no way for me to know the whole truth because everyone is lying and pandering?

“Your questions are above my pay grade, bitch. All I can tell you is, this is democracy. This is freedom. And this is the best you can get.”

Really? This is the best I can get? Well, all I can say is, a girl can dream.

It’s being set up to fail again and again. By clowns in makeup and expensive suits wanting the camera to get their best angle, like creeps who pay for professional headshots to put on their online dating profiles. Lure you in. Don’t they look nice. So clean and well-groomed. But really they’re grooming you…for abuse. Psychopaths testing out how much you’ll put up with, what lies you’ll believe.

It’s your choice, they say. It’s all up to you. You can have what you want as long as you do what I say. Vote for me. Go out with me. I’m everything you want. I’m everything you need. I’m what you’ve been waiting for. Don’t be afraid to reach for what you want, reach for the stars. Vote for me. Pick me. Choose me.

But really you’re the one who is being chosen, like cattle for slaughter, to be ground down into pink slime. A means to their ends. Fodder for the fortunate. Trinkets for terrorists. Notches on a bed post keeping track of all who’ve been screwed. Tally marks on a scorecard for a game you never could win.

III

Extramarital affairs, locker-room talk, trysts in bathroom stalls, stolen kisses, egregious gropes.

Who cares?

Ask me what I want to do to politicians who try to pass laws restricting reproductive rights. I guarantee it’s more brutal and sadistic than any of these dolts could ever imagine. They don’t care about life or the rights of the unborn. Their real agenda is to keep women poor and desperate so they’ll give blowjobs on their arthritic knees for grocery money and work unpaid overtime at Walmart to take care of the children they were raped, guilted, or coerced into having.

The politicians who force their decisions down women’s throats know which side their toast is buttered on, how to get their joysticks licked, but instead of getting their way by flattery they get it by derision, mansplaining, economic exploitation, forced breeding.

I’d like to chop off their penises and jam them up their assholes while they’re tied to chairs. I would mock them and deride them. Gouge out their eyeballs. Piss in their eye sockets. Hold their noses so they couldn’t breathe while I jammed penises that had been in their assholes in their mouths, down their throats. I want them to know how angry I am. I want them to know my hatred and fear it. I want them to imagine me brutally raping them every time they even think about imposing legislation that affects women.

I hate them all and I want them to die I hate them all and I want them to die

How can I vote for them when I want them to die? How can I vote for them when I know that they lie?

Voting makes me feel so dirty, as if I’m a collaborator in my own abuse. As if I’ve been touched by something unclean, as if I am unclean.

Sometimes there are no good choices.

I understand why Sartre’s existentialist novel is called Nausea. Makes perfect sense. But my favorite story by Sartre that I’ll always remember because I actually felt nauseated the first time I read it is “The Wall.”

Life will make you dirty. That’s not news. Neither is the fact that government protects its own interests and the interests of money and property. That’s what it’s for. That is what it has always been for. “Government by and for the people” is garbage they tell to school children. To inure them to the status quo; to make them grateful for their crappy lives. The people don’t choose the government. The people are scapegoats.

They tell us, “You asked for it. This is what you deserve.”

This is what we tell the victims of abuse and crime. This is what we tell those who are ill and dying.

How we like to pretend we have choices and control. Fucking deluded liars.

Interesting how some will tell you to “hold your nose and vote.” For whom? The lesser of two evils, the best strategy, the best spectacle, the one who will protect your interests, fight your enemies, save the planet. Who is that person? How can we possibly know with the barrage of ideology and propaganda, outright falsehoods, not knowing what’s going on behind the scenes, not fully understanding all the issues and moving parts, an absence of facts and evidence and logical, reasoned, studied points of view, only crap and more crap and lies and crap.

Your rapist/ abuser will hold your nose so your mouth will open wider as you’re trying to breathe as he crams his cock into your face.

Now we get the political advice to do it to ourselves. Hold your nose and vote. Hold your nose and vote.

Constrict your own air passages. Make it harder for yourself to breathe. Do what you’re told. Help them control you. You will be stuck in scarcity and survival mode.

We berate others on Facebook We get into irritating debates with our friends. Again, an absence of facts of evidence of reason. Name-calling and threats. Yelling in all CAPS. Sharing memes, complicit in the propaganda machine.

These shitheads aren’t worth losing friends over. The spectacle distracts us from our own power. Why are we emotionally invested in the bread and circuses rigged competitions of liars?

I wonder, if nobody showed up to vote, if the politicians would take the hint, go home and leave us all alone.

VII

Election day is coming up. It makes me sick just thinking about it. My friends on Facebook think it’s important to vote. Or they think there’s something important going on with these pandering psychotic fools.

I don’t have to vote. I could just go to Starbucks and read a book instead.

But my voting place is right next door, at the synagogue. I’m registered to vote because many years ago my husband (now ex) said he would slap me if I didn’t vote in the big presidential election. He wouldn’t really slap me. He isn’t like that. But when you’re married you make your best effort to get along even if that means compromise. He’s socialist vegetarian. I’m anarchist omnivore. We’re still friends. We meet at the Starbucks near his office. Talk for hours. He probably still thinks I should vote.

So I don’t have to vote, as other good friends have reminded me. “If it feels like having an unwanted dick forced into you, you don’t have to do it.”

But I can’t deny that it’s a choice, to show up or not.

My father thought people should vote. He’d ask, “Did you vote?”

In the end, everything about this country broke his heart: the government, the ��free-enterprise system,” Ronald Reagan. During the Iran-Contra hearings, he’d talk to the TV. “White man speak with forked tongue.” “The problem is you’re speaking out of both sides of your mouth.”

He’d worry if I wasn’t eating. I’m not eating.

I’m drinking. We have that in common. Also, now, high blood pressure. I’m worried I’m also pre-diabetes.

And about what I’m going to do about health insurance.

The other day I called and vented to a friend that I spent the day trying to stretch out my vagina with dildos and sex toys and on the phone trying to figure out what I’m going to do for health insurance.

I’m trying to stretch out my vagina because it’s too small.

I want sex that doesn’t feel like rape.

I want a government that’s not on the take.

Or no government at all. But I know the world isn’t ready. People aren’t ready for that. They don’t know how to be responsible and cooperate all the time without rules and bosses telling them what to do.

I could give up on sex too. But I’m not sure I want to.

If I vote, I will be stretching myself, forcing myself to do something I don’t want to do, don’t believe in, would never choose.

Always the internal debate. To force myself or not. Some things are hard but that doesn’t mean that you shouldn't do them. Sometimes things are hard at first and then the more you do them the easier they get.

You can get used to all sorts of things, but should you?

#voting #date rape #elections #politicians #asking for it #hold your nose and vote #don't vote #it only encourages them

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mangled-dreams · 7 years ago

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Unique Ways.

This one is for @villain-friend, who has been waiting so patiently along with a few others...I’m so sorry I don’t have more to post right this moment. Prompts are from the Winter prompt list numbers 129. “We’re not going to spend the holidays alone and sad. i won’t allow that!” and 135. “I know that people usually kiss under mistletoe but.. I had other things planned.” Anti was requested for this story and so I present to you all, and especially to Villain-Friend; Unique Ways.

(Cats have nothing to do with the story. I just liked this gif.)

"We're not going to spend the holidays alone and sad. I won't allow that!" Jacob had promised you not more than two weeks ago, but now you sit in your half empty apartment, with festive lights twinkling, and tears running down your cheeks. You curse Jacob's name, shouting to the heavens and whatever God or Goddess that'll listen to your sorrows. You hate how much time and effort and dreams you'd put into your relationship with Jacob; only to find out he's been unfaithful and two faced nearly your whole relationship. "Two fucking years down the goddamn drain!" you scream grabbing the pillow next to you and shove it against your face. You scream into the pillow, praying it'll muffle your cries of agony. Flopping forward on your bed you feel like kicking your feet up and down, smashing your fists into the mattress, but you refrain from doing so. You're bigger than that. You think..."I hate you so much! I hate you! I hate you!" You cry over and over and over again. You don't hate a lot of things, but you hate Jacob and his cheating ways. Your friends, and even your family had asked if you'd seen any kind of sign that Jacob had been seeing another woman--sorry, two other women, but you hadn't. You'd been to busy focusing on your job and paying for the Christmas gift of a lifetime; a three week all expenses paid for. You'd been planning on letting him know on Christmas day. Not anymore, you think bitterly. Rolling onto your back you notice a photo that you hadn't smashed just yet and sit up, the room spinning a little before settling. You stand up and grab the photo off the shelf and take it to the living room, removing the actual photograph and set the undisturbed frame on the coffee table. You pass into the kitchen and pull out a large kitchen knife and cutting board. You're pissed off and ready to slice up the photo, but you don't want to ruin your new counter tops. Laying the photograph on the cutting board face up, you aim your knife and jab it into the photo narrowly missing Jacob's face. You stab at the photo a few more times oblivious to your front door opening with the spare key you'd given Anti a few months back. Jacob had always accused you of cheating with Anti, going as far as to demand you cut all ties to your green clothed neighbor. You hadn't fallen for that dilemma. You'd straight out refused to play into that kind of thinking, shooting back that if you had to give up Anti then Jacob had to give up his friend Kayla. Jacob had refused and the subject had been dropped, then low and behold, two weeks later it comes out he's been seeing Kayla in a romantic nature. Screaming angrily you stab the knife directly into Jacob's chest. Despite your current actions you do not want Jacob to die. Part of you still loves and cares for his stupid cheating ass. "Feel better?" Anti asks as you swing around, the knife still in your hand. Upon seeing Anti the knife in your hands seems to just drop. It feels like you're being caught doing something heinous and unforgivable. Anti chuckles and kneels down, picking up the knife, then sets it on the counter. You feel your face heat up and look away from Anti in shame. "Wow... you have bad aim." Anti tells you, chuckling a little as he looks at the chopped up photo. You chew the inside of your lip, keeping your gaze away from Anti."Now's not the best of time, Anti." you tell him unintentionally wrapping your arms around your waist. "When is it after a nasty break up?" Anti asks sitting on your counter top. "I heard you screamin' and cryin', thought I'd come over and see if you need a shoulder to cry on." Anti adds smiling at you. You've always enjoyed Anti's odd sense of humor and his ability to cheer you up in the worst of times. You glance up at Anti. He's the last person you'd expect to judge you and yet you're worried he'd think less of you."I got throwing knives I can teach ya to use. We can find one of his profile photos and blow it up and use it for target practice." he adds with a chuckle you find endearing. You shake your head, trying not to laugh at him. As ridiculous as his suggestions are, you know he's being serious. Anti loves his knives and loves to try and get you to join in on his shenanigans. "Anti, please. I'm trying to...""Look, I get it. The slimy bastard broke yer heart and ya want revenge. How about teaming up and we'll go make his day a living hell?" Anti asks pouring his Irish accent on thick. You both know you'll agree to just about anything he says with that thick accent. You don't know what it is about his Irish accent but it makes you want to agree to just about anything; but... on the other hand, making Jacob's life a living hell, even for a day sounds amazing at this point. You do need something to lift your spirits. "What have you got in mind?" you ask sniffling as you wipe your eyes. Anti gives you that mischievous smile that makes you weak in the knees and hops down from the counter top. He doesn't say anything, simply grabs your hand and drags you out of your apartment, snatching up your shoes on the way out. Wrapped up in Anti jacket you find yourself standing outside Kayla's duplex as Anti pulls out a few bags from his trunk. Something about this whole situation tells you that Anti had this all planned out. You raise a brow, huddling into the oversized jacket, watching Anti set three bags filled with cylinder canisters. You hold your hand out when he lifts one out to you. You take the canister and look at the label and burst into laughter. "Are you serious?" you ask in the dying sun light. Anti stands up, both hands fisting a can of silly string, his arms shaking up the mixture inside the cans. He gives you the same mischievous smile and walks over to the duplex and begins to spray the cans with a pop of the lids. You laugh, but follow his lead. Anti is such a bad influence on you, but right now it doesn't matter. Anti wrote poorly executed crude words while you drew poorly shaped penises on the windows. You both laughed and traded off cans and when the lights flicked on quickly threw everything you could grab into the bags and bolted to Anti's car parked a few cars down the road. You could hear Jacob shouting, Kayla screaming after you as you both jumped into the vehicle and drove away in record time. It's at the stop light that you both glance at each other and burst into laughter, you're unable to believe you just vandalized Kayla's house with crudely drawn dicks and profanity. You'd always thought you'd be above needing revenge, but damn it feels good to get back at the cheating bastard. You turn up the heat in the car and hold your frozen finger to the vents to thaw them out again. Okay, so you didn't make his life, or even his day a living hell, but you got to blow of steam and create a mess that Jacob will have to clean up. In the freezing cold, and that's just as good. Plus, it's less punishable in the court of law. "You hungry?" Anti asks glancing at you as your rub your hands together then hold them in front of the vents again. Your cheeks are dusted a rose red color, your nose matching that of Rudolph's. "Starved. If we go back to the apartments I can whip up something hot and delicious." You say smiling at Anti. You've always admired his ability to be so free and uncaring of what others thing. He makes you feel like you can be like that too, to be happy. "Home cookin? I'm game." Anti tells you giving you a lopsided smile. You feel butterflies in your stomach. Anti's always had that effect on you, but you'd never given it much thought. You'd always remained faithful to Jacob...mostly. It doesn't count if you're asleep and dreaming, but damn if those dreams hadn't felt so real.Entering your apartment you slip your shoes off and head into your kitchen knowing Anti would remove his shoes too. Slipping out of the jacket Anti had let you borrow while out being deviants you turn slightly and toss it too him, letting him hand it up on the coat rack without having to ask. "Spaghetti and meatballs sound good?" you ask opening your ice box to pull out the pre-made meatballs you'd done a few days ago. Anti nods as he unravels the scarf you'd crocheted him at the beginning of the winter season. "Are you going to make those garlic mashed potatoes?" Anti asks taking a seat on the bar stool rather than your counter tops.You nod your head. "You wanna peel the potatoes for me?" you ask opening your pantry door and retrieve the 10 lbs bag of potatoes. Anti give you a look that says he's not amused but takes the bag none the less. You hand him a small paring knife and he sets to work. A comfortable silence falls over the pair of you as you work to get dinner done. Leaning back in his chair Anti pats his now full stomach and sighs happily. "Delicious. Can I hire you to be my personal chief?" Anti asks smirking at you. You roll your eyes at his question and stand up taking the plates with you. "You couldn't afford my services, Anti." You tease scrapping the leftovers into the trash and set the plates in the soapy water you'd mixed earlier. Anti laughs, his chair sliding across the linoleum as he stands up, stretching his back out. "Not to be that guy, but how are ya feelin?" Anti asks resting his upper half on your breakfast bar. You glance at him from the corner of your eye and shrug."Better, but it's still hurting. I just... what did I do wrong?" you ask softly. You set down the plate into the water and place the sponge in your hand on the counter top. "That's what I can't understand. I'm a faithful person, I never told him that he wasn't good enough, or nitpicked at things that irritated me. I encouraged him to talk to me when something upset him. I tried to compromise where it was needed, but I told him I wouldn't drop friends just because he didn't like them. I never asked him to stop being friends with people I didn't like." You continue as you look down at your hands. You never raised your voice, you rarely fought, opting out to find a resolution rather than leaving things unsaid..."It wan't anything you did. It was all him." Anti says not looking at you. "He wanted everything to be the way he wanted it, but you're just too good at sticking to your guns. He'd told me a few times that he didn't want me around you, once even said you'd told him you wouldn't see me again, but I didn't trust him. If I said anythin' he'd probably spin it to say I'm jealous of 'im and you." Anti tells you earning a confused and slightly appalled look that Jacob would go so far as to tell your friend you didn't' want to see him anymore. You frown. What had you seen in Jacob? A pretty face? Sweet words? A mixture of a multitude of things? "I told him I would never stop being friends with you because he felt insecure. I even told him if he wanted me to stop being friends with you, that he'd have to stop being friends with Kayla. It told him it was unfair to expect me to conform to his wants and needs without some kind of equal sacrifice in return. Declined and then... 'I've been seeing Kayla since we got together.' Fucking bastard." You tell Anti, clenching your fists at the memory. "I wasn't being serious! I'd never seriously ask anyone, much less the man I'm dating to drop anyone he finds important in his life. All I wanted to do was show him how rude and stupid his request was." you say feeling tears well up in your eyes again. "Hey, you're a strong woman, if he couldn't see that, then he's an idiot, a wanker that don't know a good thing when it's standing in front of him." Anti tells you, earning a small, sad smile from you. "Thanks, Anti." you whisper. "Go sit down on the couch, I'll be over in a few. Some of my pots still have to soak for a bit before I can clean them." You say turning back to your dishes and clean the dishes you can before rising your hands and dry them before heading over to the couch. Anti smirks as he meets you at the small arch way leading into the living room. Despite having an open concept there are a few arch ways in your apartment. You rise a brow at his smirk and follow the finger he's pointed to the ceiling. Tilting your head slightly you see what he's looking at. "Mistletoe?" you question not remembering putting up, or even noticing mistletoe hanging from the arch way. "When did...Anti, did you put that up?" you ask accusingly as you look at Anti's smug face."I know that people usually kiss under mistletoe but.. I had other things planned." Anti tells you. Like a deer in the headlights you stand still, staring up at Anti with slight confusion. There's always been a mutual attraction, but..."Anti, I...are you sure..." you can't get the words out."Don't think I'm gonna let some other idiot try to sweep you of yer feet. It's my turn. I ain't gonna make you forget about him, but I'm sure as hell gonna try." Anti tells you wrapping his arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his profile. "Let me make you feel better." Anti's always had a unique way to cheer you up. One you'll always be thankful for.

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Filmmaker Believes Porn By Women Is ‘Necessary For An Equal Society’

Warning: This post contains nudity, erotic fiction and other forms of adult content.

XConfessions

A still from the erotic short film “Eat With … Me.”

“I had a crush on him from the moment I first saw him on television,” the anonymous Foodie1 writes in her short work of erotic fiction “Eat With … Me.” “I just couldn’t get enough of his arms, steadily chopping or softly kneading. I was jealous of the way he held a knife. I wanted to become the bread dough under his hands.”

Now imagine: A camera zooms in on a dimly lit dining room somewhere in Barcelona, where a woman in a red dress sits at an elaborately set table illuminated by candlelight. The chef, a bearded man in an apron, greets her in Spanish and proceeds to serve up a bounty of gourmet dishes roasted chicken, oysters and decadent puffs of an unidentified cream. She eats, slowly and luxuriously, using her hands when a fork won’t do. The chef assists, feeding her eagerly, letting his hand linger in her mouth. And then, to make a short story shorter, they have sex hungrily and playfully, like how you might make love to a gifted cook who had just tenderly prepared you a delectable, multi-course meal.

Foodie1’s fantasy was brought to life thanks to XConfessions, a crowdsourced erotic project founded by the Barcelona-based feminist adult filmmaker known as Erika Lust. Foodie1 was one of many internet users from around the world to submit a sexual fantasy scenario to the website. All of the submissions are published on XConfessions’ website, and every month, Lust selects two written confessions from the bunch to make into cinematic shorts. The resulting films are more “adult cinema” than “adult entertainment,” skimping neither on artistic integrity nor sex appeal.

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Another still from “Eat With … Me.”

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Lust is determined to overhaul the landscape of adult film. She created XConfessions, she told The Huffington Post, to build a space for “real films with real sex” that offer viewers porn that’s original, artistic and hot without trite and tacky tropes like cheesy music, bad sofas and laughable moans.

Since starting the project in 2013, Lust has ushered the most private of pipe dreams onto the most public of platforms the internet. She oversees the entire selection and film production process, with the help of a 90-percent-female staff.

Born in 1977 as Erika Hallqvist, Lust grew up in Stockholm, Sweden, a city fabled to be what she described as a “feminist utopia.” Though sex wasn’t a topic discussed at home, Lust had an overwhelmingly productive sex education program at school where, separated by gender, students’ unbridled curiosity was met with openness and maturity.

“I learned everything at school,” she recalled. “Age-appropriate sex education at school tackled everything from petting to consent, respect and emotions. I was taught that sex can be more than physical; it can involve emotions and connection.”

To this day, that sex-positive sentiment inspires much of Lust’s vision the idea that sex is also a visceral exploration of bodily sensations.

Erika Lust

Feminist adult filmmaker Erika Lust pictured with an actress.

Lust has a hazy memory of buying her first dirty mag at a supermarket as a teenager seeking beer. Her first significant encounter with erotic content was seeing Jean-Jacques Annaud’s coming-of-age film “L’amant,” an adaptation of Marguerite Duras’ autobiography.

“It was really a revelation,” Lust recalled. “The protagonist becomes an adult through sex and an unconventional love story, and this is completely shown from her point of view. This girl is intelligent and adventurous, and she is not ashamed of her blossoming sexuality.”

It wasn’t just the complexity of the protagonist that intrigued Lust, but also the way cinematic artistry enhanced the sense of passion. This realization would go on to influence her own films, both those created through XConfessions and those not. Whether the parties include vampires, vikings, cheerleaders or aliens from alternate dimensions, Lust depicts their lovemaking with a careful eye for aesthetics.

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A still from “Meanwhile in a Parallel Universe.”

One XConfessions short called “Parallel Dimensions” takes place in a pristine, otherworldly habitat, accentuated by candy-colored shapes to resemble some sort of erotic jungle gym in a sci-fi universe. In the short, two women eat Play-Doh sushi rolls off the body of a naked man who rests rigid as furniture. His crotch is covered by a frilly vagina-like overlay reminiscent of a Judy Chicago sculpture. The women proceed, together, to have sex with the human table, who clearly derives his pleasure from theirs. It’s inspired by fan fiction from an XConfessions user who goes by lovertoy.

“Lately I’ve been having this recurring fantasy, imagining that I was a piece of furniture … Something about the idea of being an object, used by my sexy owner, turns me on a lot … Secretly, she knows I can feel her, but she doesn’t care about my satisfaction. For her I am just there to serve, to please, in whichever way she desires … In a parallel universe, I would exist only as her table.”

Visually, the short is innovative and intoxicating. The sugary palette and fantastical environment are as sensually stimulating as the nude bodies on view, all of which comes together for a hedonistic experience that hits hard at the senses.

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A still from “Meanwhilein a Parallel Universe.”

Adult cinema can and should employ cinematic values just as much as any other film; that is one of the foundational beliefs of Lust’s work.

The sentiment mirrors something filmmaker Anna Biller, director of “The Love Witch,” expressed in a recent interview with HuffPost. Discussing the importance of lush aesthetics to a pleasurable cinematic viewing experience pleasurable, of course, being the operative word Biller said that “film itself is kind of a sexual fantasy.”

“Cinema is a spell that is being cast over the audience. You want to keep them in a trance,” she continued. She argued that, especially for women, visual stimulation isn’t just sparked by breasts and butts, but by soft fabrics, sexy lingerie, a tasty snack and, sure, a good ass.

Another one of Lust’s missions is to prioritize female pleasure in front of the camera. But her attention to artistic detail ensures maximal gratification for the female viewer, as well a viewer who would likely not be compelled to climax on a busted couch in an otherwise empty room.

Biller goes on to describe “the female gaze” as a narcissistic gaze involving, in her words, “looking at other women in films and wanting to emulate those women.” But while that notion intrigues her, Lust’s preferred definition of the female gaze is more in line with that of “Transparent” creator Jill Soloway.

As Lust reiterated: “’What is the male gaze? It’s pretty much everything. Everything you have ever seen. It’s most TV shows; it’s all movies…’ On the contrary, then, the female gaze is simply everything you never saw before!”

XConfessions

A still from “His Was First in My Ass.”

What haven’t we seen before? Or, at least, what haven’t we seen enough?

The answer is a diverse range of bodies represented on-screen diverse in ethnicity, body type, age and gender. Sex that looks, well, like sex, with all the awkward fumbling, meandering foreplay and accidental body noises. Also, naturally, imagination and eccentricity the qualities that remind us why our sexual aspirations are called “fantasies,” after all.

In other words, mainstream porn needs more multiplicity. It’s this privileging of more-ness, of weirdness, of difference, that pries porn from its phallocentric rut. This was more or less the idea communicated by film theorist Linda Williams in her book Hard Core: Power, Pleasure, and the “Frenzy of the Visible,” one of the texts that first inspired Lust to pursue adult film.

“Hardcore pornography is not phallic because it shows penises,” Williams writes. ‘It is phallic because in its exhibition of penises it presumes to know, to possess an adequate expression of the truth of ‘sex’ as if sex were as unitary as the phallus presumes itself to be. While the physiology of sex is not likely to change, its gendered meanings can. In attacking the penis rather than the phallus, anti-pornography feminism evades the real sources of masculine power.”

However, porn isn’t, and has never been, just one thing. To imagine it is would be to treat the field of pornography as monolithically or phallocentrically as a bad porno. As porn professor Constance Penley previously told HuffPost: “I never talk about ‘Pornography,’ capital P. It’s always lowercase ‘pornographies.’ What I’ve come to understand as even ‘mainstream pornography’ is so complex and contradictory and rich and varied.”

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A still from “I Wish I Was a Lesbian.”

For Lust, the quality of pornography took a turn for the worse with the advent of VHS tapes in the 1980s. Suddenly anyone with a camcorder could produce their very own porno. However, like with many manufactured goods, when pornography was industrialized and commercialized, quality suffered as a result.

“Thousands of men began shooting porn at the lowest price, seeing it as a business,” Lust said.

Fast forward a little to the advent of the internet, which disrupted the ways we made, dispersed and digested porn. While the VHS, Lust argues, resulted in a largely retrograde shift in cinematic quality, the internet had the reverse effect. The digital sphere provided less-seen couples, bodies and fantasies a place to call home.

“A big part of the porn industry is still making billions out of sexist, degrading and racist representations of ‘sex,’” Lust said. “However, there are new creators that are showing another discourse in new platforms. They don’t seek money exclusively, but aim to create adult cinema that has the power to liberate.”

Lust is doing her part to push the trajectory of porn toward this more radically experimental direction. What better way to amplify the pornographic topography by taking advantage of the internet’s expansiveness and crowdsourcing erotic fantasies, ensuring no two are alike?

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A still from “Sadistic Trainer.”

Aside from her work on XConfessions, Lust recently released a callout for women filmmakers interested in stepping into erotic territory. She is offering a total budget of approximately $260,000 to produce 10 short films from the eyes and minds of women, preferably those with experience in film, though not in porn. She’d like to see more women in leading roles.

“My goal is [to support] more women in leading roles as directors, producers and scriptwriters in adult cinema,” Lust said. “I really think true control over pleasure in porn comes from getting to make active decisions about how it’s produced and presented. We need to make explicit films that are sex-positive, so young people and the coming generations can see sex in a light that is realistic and pleasurable and aren’t only exposed to one version of the story.”

Through her work on XConfessions and beyond, Lust is doing her part to bid a fond farewell to dull, tired and phallocentric porn.

“It is imperative that women tell their own story and show their perspective and views on sex and sexuality,” she said. “We are half of the world’s population. The female gaze is necessary for an equal society for the benefit of all genders and sexualities.”

XConfessions

A still from “Pansexuals.”

Source: http://allofbeer.com/filmmaker-believes-porn-by-women-is-necessary-for-an-equal-society/

from All of Beer https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/12/30/filmmaker-believes-porn-by-women-is-necessary-for-an-equal-society/

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To this day, that sex-positive sentiment inspires much of Lust’s vision the idea that sex is also a visceral exploration of bodily sensations.

Erika Lust

Feminist adult filmmaker Erika Lust pictured with an actress.

XConfessions

A still from “Meanwhile in a Parallel Universe.”

XConfessions

A still from “Meanwhilein a Parallel Universe.”

Adult cinema can and should employ cinematic values just as much as any other film; that is one of the foundational beliefs of Lust’s work.

XConfessions

A still from “His Was First in My Ass.”

What haven’t we seen before? Or, at least, what haven’t we seen enough?

XConfessions

A still from “I Wish I Was a Lesbian.”

“Thousands of men began shooting porn at the lowest price, seeing it as a business,” Lust said.

XConfessions

A still from “Sadistic Trainer.”

Through her work on XConfessions and beyond, Lust is doing her part to bid a fond farewell to dull, tired and phallocentric porn.

XConfessions

A still from “Pansexuals.”

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/filmmaker-believes-porn-by-women-is-necessary-for-an-equal-society/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/169126251202

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Filmmaker Believes Porn By Women Is ‘Necessary For An Equal Society’

Warning: This post contains nudity, erotic fiction and other forms of adult content.

XConfessions

A still from the erotic short film “Eat With … Me.”

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Another still from “Eat With … Me.”

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To this day, that sex-positive sentiment inspires much of Lust’s vision the idea that sex is also a visceral exploration of bodily sensations.

Erika Lust

Feminist adult filmmaker Erika Lust pictured with an actress.

XConfessions

A still from “Meanwhile in a Parallel Universe.”

XConfessions

A still from “Meanwhilein a Parallel Universe.”

Adult cinema can and should employ cinematic values just as much as any other film; that is one of the foundational beliefs of Lust’s work.

XConfessions

A still from “His Was First in My Ass.”

What haven’t we seen before? Or, at least, what haven’t we seen enough?

XConfessions

A still from “I Wish I Was a Lesbian.”

“Thousands of men began shooting porn at the lowest price, seeing it as a business,” Lust said.

XConfessions

A still from “Sadistic Trainer.”

Through her work on XConfessions and beyond, Lust is doing her part to bid a fond farewell to dull, tired and phallocentric porn.

XConfessions

A still from “Pansexuals.”

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/filmmaker-believes-porn-by-women-is-necessary-for-an-equal-society/

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