#they probably pee out of both sets of genitalia

[godsmostfuckedupgoblin]

Ah great, now the haiku bot has flashbanged god knows how many people with this monstrosity of a thread (including me)

Behold!

A Cursed Image!

(I had to see this with mine own eyes and I feel compelled to inflict it upon all of you)

[geekwriter]

TODAY'S LESSONS ON GENDER (1) "Gender Neutral", including bathrooms, isn't new or political. See section "Gender Neutral Bathrooms". (2) "Binary Gender" doesn't exist. It never has. See section "Human Gender". (3) Transgender and non-binary are not the same thing. Learn more here - https://yourdandi.co.uk/myth-busting-non-binary/

You are free to comment whatever you like. However, using words like 'woke' or 'liberalism' reveal you want attention/reaction (you're a jerk), and don't care about accuracy (too lazy to learn anything). GENDER NEUTRAL BATHROOMS These types of bathrooms have always existed. Beyond decades old. Example is when I was in the Air Force in 1990. The privacy was only about chest and down. I could turn my head and start talking to a male colleague while we were both on the 'pot'. We also shared tents. None of this is an abnormal thing. Nor is any of it 'sexy'. Another example is when they deployed soldiers for Desert Storm and were initially setting up camps in the desert. Types of gender neutral bathrooms: (1) Nearly no privacy, like the one I used in 1990. (2) It's a private bathroom where the door can lock. (3) It's a bathroom of typical male design in that it has both stalls and urinals. Both genders can use it at the same time. Even companies have done this as it makes sense. Cost is just one reason. Because some conservatives allow themselves to get triggered by hearing anything 'gender neutral', many places changed the door sign to 'family bathroom'. Two examples of why they are needed: (1) A father trying to figure out how best to take his 3 year old to the bathroom at a baseball game. Design 2, now more commonly known as a family bathroom, is what they need. (2) Large venues would benefit from having bathrooms with design three. Physically, women need to sit down to pee while men can stand. Men's bathrooms often have just as many stalls as the woman's, but then also urinals. I can tell you from years of experience that women's bathrooms at these places almost always have longer lines. So, am I whining? Well, remember this when you (men) are at a concert with your daughter or significant other, she needs to go but wants you to go with her for safety (especially with your daughter), and you two are standing in line for 30 minutes for her to be able to go, and you both are missing a fantastic portion of the concert. And the list goes on.

HUMAN GENDER For those of us who didn't sleep through the required biology class in high school, you probably learned the term hermaphrodite. This term is still used but excludes mammals and birds. For humans, one of the terms is intersex. We can be born with both female and male genitalia. Or it doesn't becomes outwardly clear until later on in childhood. Some of the sex differentiation disorder terms are Ambiguous genitalia, Congenital adrenal hyperplasia, Gonadal dysgenesis, and DSD.

HERMAPHRODITISM - The condition of having both male and female reproductive organs. Found in the animals (ex. starfish) and other life (ex. most flowering plants). If we don't include the insects, about 33% of all animal species are hermaphroditic creatures. All mammals, including humans, and all birds, fall into the 77% that are not.

INTERSEX - When a creature isn't born as specifically male or female. This includes combinations between inside the body (features of both genders or neither) and what is visible externally. It may be apparent upon the birth or not until later in childhood. Older term that is no longer technically correct but still used is ambiguous genitalia.

Still have doubts? Or maybe curious to learn more? Enjoy going down the rabbit hole with these links.

Non-Binary - https://yourdandi.co.uk/myth-busting-non-binary/ Hermaphrodite - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermaphrodite Intersex - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intersex Intersex Definitions - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Definitions_of_intersex Atypical Genitalia - https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/22470-atypical-genitalia-formerly-known-as-ambiguous-genitalia Ambiguous Genitalia - https://healthjade.com/ambiguous-genitalia/ Sexual Anomalies - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_anomalies Disorders of Sex Development - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Disorders_of_sex_development

[darksaphire2002]

👅: top 5 kinks/turn ons 🍀: do you have good luck, bad luck, no luck at all, or do you make your own 🛍: favorite store(s) [online//physical] 🧸: your main/favorite toy growing up, why 🚬: bad habit you want to break 🎮: the greatest time you had playing a video game 👹: 6 things someone would put in a pentagram to summon you 😱: biggest fears

Oh my... okay, here we go lol!

1) My kinks lol. This is both a fun one, and a scary one to admit because y'all are gonna get a glimpse of just how freaky ya girl Saph really is, so here we go:

• Blindfolds

Blindfolds are probably my #1 kink. There's more excitement in the mystery of what comes next than there is in the anticipation of expecting something you're familiar with.

Please, only do this with people you TRUST.

• Fire play

I enjoy being set on fire. Lol I know it sounds crazy for people who have never heard of the idea, so lemme break it down for you. You coat the area you wish to set fire to in 100% alcohol and ignite it. The fire will only burn the alcohol and not your skin.

This of course can go very wrong very quickly, so DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES try this at home by yourself. If you're curious, go to your local dungeon (trust me, they're around) and set up a tasting session with someone who is familiar and practiced with this particular kink. It doesn't hurt and it feels amazing!

• Monster kink

I mean...this one is self explanatory. Ninja turtles, sentient slime monsters, lizard men, vampires I love all monsters, but I draw the monster fucking line at zombies and mindless killing machines.

• Violet wands (electro stimulation)

Violet wands are a lot a fun and a great starter kink to satisfy even the freakiest of sensual adventurers. They have interchangeable glass heads of various shapes that send out controlled jolts of electricity across your skin. Some heads use more electricity than others, so it can go from a soft tingle, to a jolt of pain very quickly. So it's important to start slow. But it's fun.

• Pumps

This was a hard one to pick, and let me tell you, it's not for the feint of heart. Pumps can be used on male and female genitalia and can be taken to both extreme and soft measures.

The purpose of a pump is to draw the blood to the area of choice, making it much MUCH more sensitive than usual. The area will swell up and, in prolonged use (not recomended,) will engorge.

I don't usually take it quite that far, but you get the point lol.

2) Do I have good luck, bad luck, no luck at all, or do I make my own...

I suppose it has to do with the scenario really. For example,

• Say I'm playing a game of blackjack at the casino: That can be either good, or bad luck.

• Say I wanna date Tom Hiddleston: Absolutely no luck whatsoever.

• Say I'm being attacked by a man in an alley and there happens to be a baseball bat in my hand: I'll make my own damn luck and start swingin.

It's all about perspective. >;)

3) Favorite stores!

Okay, I love shopping. I have tons of favorite stores, but I'll try to narrow it down for you:

• ebay!

This is more for fun, but if you're looking for a laugh, check out their miscellaneous section.

• Amazon.

Amazon is my go-to for the majority of my shopping. If I can't find it in person, I'll find it for a quarter of the price here.

• Ross

I'm a fluffy girl, so my fashion stores are limited, but if you're looking for a good deal, Ross is the place to go. Nearly all of my streetwear clothes come from Ross.

• Rosegal

Rosegal is an almost identical site to Rose wholesale, the site I was originally gonna post, but they are closing down. Lots of good bargains here for women and curvy girls.

• Ranch 99 Market

Okay, so this is actually a grocerie store, BUT I LOVE IT. It's an Asian food market that carries everything from rice cake to fresh fish to durian fruit (gross!) They have everything you could ever want by way of exotic nummies. If you can find one in your area, check it out!

4) Favorite toy growing up?

Hmm....that's a hard one to remember because I grew out of toys at a very early age, but if i had to pick one....I'd have to say it was this round stuffed goose that my mom got me when I was very young.

It was eggplant shaped, white, fuzzy, and had no wings. Only two flat stuffed feet and a big orange bill. The backside of the animal was stuffed with fluff and plastic beans so it made that beanie baby sound when you hugged it. When I was a baby (4-5ish) I would chew on its bill for comfort until there was a bald patch on the fabric lol.

Her name was Jemima.

5) Bad habit I want to break

Okay so I'm not sure this is so much a bad habit as it is a part of my autism, but I have a tendency to talk a lot about certain subjects that I'm momentarily interested in and it can be off-putting for people.

I like to learn about everything in my spare time, so if a topic I'm knowledgeable about comes up in conversation, I tend to get a bit chatty. Not everybody minds this, but I sometimes make people uncomfortable and I hate that about myself.

6) The greatest time I had playing a video game?

Alright, so I'm not really much of a gamer. I have a PS4 and a SN emulator on my computer, but I don't really play a lot of games. I'm more of an "outdoor with a book" kind of person.

But I absolutely LOVE Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, and Yoshi's island. I got into those when I was younger, that probably why lol. A lot of the newer games don't really pique my interest as I have a difficult time sitting I front of a screen for so long.

But I will tell you a story about the time my friend made me play Until Dawn (fuckin scary ass game holy shit.) It was a scene where you (the player character) had to break into the family cabin and let the other members of your party in from the outside.

Okay, so no scary shit is happening yeah? We're exploring the cabin, trying to find a way to let the other characters in, and for some god awful reason, I decide to look under the sink in the downstairs bathroom.

A fucking wolverine jumps out from under the sink and scares the shit out of all of us.

IT WASN'T EVEN A SCARY PART! I screamed so hard and chucked the remote at my friends head for making me play. She laughed at me.

7) Six things someone would put in a pentagram to summon me?

Hahahaha okay this is a fun one:

• 2 litre bottle of Pepsi

• 1 green Bad dragon dildo

• A copy of Out of the Shadows

• A booklet of memes

• Lobster w/garlic butter sauce

• A box of daifuku mochi (peach mochi can be used as a substitute)

8) My biggest fear.

I have three. Spiders, heights, and losing my mom. I won't elaborate on them as they're pretty self explanatory. But yeah. Heights make me pee.

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That was a fun one!! LOL I hope I answered all your questions well enough ^_^

Thanks for the ask!

Btw, @ravn-87 you're next lol

[nextcassie]

Your Scent 1

Summary: Nothing could have prepared you for the shit storm that was your junior year of college. Discovering you were an omega was only the first discovery in a long line of complicated ones. Thank goodness Min Yoongi was there to help.A story about college and discovering what you like and don't like in both romantic relationships and friendships.

Abo Au - University AU

Pairing: Main-Min Yoongi/Reader ; OT7/Reader

Chapter words: 4255

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Beginning A/N

. There are a few things though that I want to say before we kick off this story. One is that this story is going to be incredibly kinky, I am just making that clear up front. There won’t be any blood play or anything too hardcore, but it will be kinkier than the average story more than likely.

Two, for this story I intend for the reader to be a few things. One is that she is intelligent, but being intelligent doesn’t exempt people from making questionable decisions. Two is that she is not Korean, but is fluent enough to get into a Korean university, more of that will be explained throughout the story. Three is that she is a mixed race female with dark skin. Yes she has DARK skin. If you have an issue with that you can leave. However, I will more than likely leave the description of her skin color out of the writing because nothing turns me as a dark skin female off more than “his hands trailed down your pale skin”. I mention this because if you’re someone who uses that description in a reader insert, please stop.

Third is this is going to touch on a variety of different issues that I’m sure many people may disagree on. These are all going to have to do with race and sexuality more often than not. I’m not going to go into specific political issues, but if you are politically informed than you may recognize some of the stuff.

Lastly, at the beginning of every chapter will be warnings for the chapter in case content might be something that you may not be into or may cause incredible discomfort for some people. As well as need to know definitions and explanations for the AU in each of these chapters.

Warnings: : Drinking and smut

Gender Much like our world people are assigner a sex based on what genitalia they possess. Gender is the same as it is in our world people choosing to identify whatever they decide be it female, male, or fluid. However, in addition to these are sub-genders. Sub-genders are in a way something a person cannot choose, but many believe that the way a person acts is what determines these sub-genders when people present. The sub-genders are alpha, beta, and omega.

Enjoy the first chapter!

Your Saturday had started out like any other day. With a nice breakfast and you calmly looking at the news on your laptop. Unlike most college students your age, you were known for being incredibly calm and put together. Your professors had mentioned this more than once and your classmates generally commented on it any chance they got. For the most part, it was a good thing. However, you not being so ready to go out and do things often got those around you to try and drag you out to things.

Your two best friends Mark and Jackson often dragged you out of your dorm to go for runs in the morning. The only reason that you hadn’t gone today was because according to Jackson, Mark had started his rut and was in no shape to go running. Jackson wanted to go lift weights and you had no interest in being that sore the next day. So, the beginning of your day had been relaxing, but now it was anything but.

You lived with three other roommates. There was Sana who was a beta like you. The girl was unbelievably cute, but pretty out there now and then. Momo was your other roommate who despite being an alpha was oozing with ageyo. It was actually quite disgusting at times, but hard to resist. The last roommate was Tzuyu. She was a sharp-tongued alpha that you personally never wanted to mess with. It wasn’t like she was constantly threatening anyone, but she could definitely intimidate people with a meaningful glare. She was your newest roommate having moved in for her first year just earlier this week. She was already famous though for being incredibly beautiful.

The reason why you’re thinking about them is because you’re pissed at them. The three of them combined had managed to get you out of the house and to some ridiculous house party. Normally house parties weren’t the worst thing that someone could force to go to, that would be night clubs. However, it was because Momo and Sana wanted to try and set you up with an alpha that you had been crushing on. The only problem was that he was known to only date omegas.

You personally had no issues with being a beta. Some people liked it some people hated it. The only thing that was surprising was that you hadn’t gone into a beta heat once. Which meant that you were a late bloomer. It just happened that was all going to change later that night.

OOOOOOOO

“You’re cute, so I don’t think it will really matter if you’re an omega or not,” Momo said, sipping on her beer.

“Everyone is aware that Jinyoung only dates omegas,” you said. You were on your second drink of the incredibly strong punch that the party’s hosts had provided. By the time you finished this one, it would probably be enough, so that you were pleasantly buzzed.

“It doesn’t hurt to try right,” Sana said. She had a positive smile on her face as she tried to encourage you.

“It hurts my pride,” you stated. You downed the rest of the drink quickly looking for an excuse to escape your friends. “I need another drink. I’ll be right back.”

You made your way back to the kitchen, moving past the sweaty and hormonal bodies. When you go there you found Jinyoung pouring more vodka into the punch bowl. You should have known that this was his party.

“Hey (y/n) what’s up?” he asked once he noticed you.

“Getting more punch,” you stated. You cringed on the inside at how squeaky your voice sounded. “What about you?”

“Making more punch.” He paused for a moment and his eyes met yours. “Are you feeling okay? Your face looks a little red.”

You knew that at that comment your cheeks had probably become redder. You placed a hand to your cheek and felt that you were burning up.

“Uhh… I don’t think there’s anything wrong,” you replied.

Jinyoung set the bottle of vodka down and moved to press a hand to your forehead. You felt a wave of heat go through your body and felt the urge to present your neck to him. You swatted his hand away and Jinyoung gave you a surprised look.

“I’m going to pee,” you stuttered out.

You made a run for the stairs feeling that wave of heat happen again as you smelled the scent of chocolate and again at the smell of coconut. You had no idea what was going on, but your body temperature was increasing at an alarming rate and you felt yourself getting wetter.

When you reached the top of the steps your senses were invaded by the scent of fresh pine as you stared up at a man. Your mind screamed alpha as you looked into his dark eyes. His black hair framed his confused looking pale face as he stared down at you.

“Help…” you moaned at him.

OOOOOOO

Yoongi hated parties, especially house parties where one could accidentally walk in on some couple going at it. His normal plan of attack was to find an empty room and stay in it by himself until it was socially acceptable for him to leave. Perhaps if he was still an undergrad than he would enjoy them, but he was now a graduate student and felt no need to interact with the immature undergraduates.

However, Hoeseok had insisted that they go. He had backup from Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook, so that had left Yoongi with no chance of getting out of this.

Yoongi had been about to leave when a stumbling and scared looking omega had come up the stairs. His nose had been assaulted with the scent of peppermint as she stared helplessly at him with doe eyes. A scared omega was unfortunately not to uncommon at these parties, but this one definitely stood out. She was a foreigner which was something not to common in their university or at least western foreigners weren’t too common.

“Help…” her voice was weak and confused. Despite the scent of arousal rolling off her she didn’t seem to be asking him for help of the sexually kind.

Yoongi moved instantly without thought to help her. She was going into heat. This had to be one of the most dangerous places for her, where any drunk idiotic college asshole could try and take advantage of her.

“Get on my back,” Yoongi instructed.

The second he turned around the girl instantly flung herself onto his back clinging onto his favorite leather jacket like her life depended on it.

He began to make his way outside to the yard. Quickly weaving between the bodies that were probably starting to become aware of the omega’s intoxicating scent.

“Which building do you live in?” he asked. They weren’t too far away from campus. He could probably get her back before the worst of it hit.

“Alpha/Beta building four,” she replied.

Yoongi stopped. That was impossible. The girl was clearly an omega her living in that building would pose a threat to her safety. If she was mated she would be living in one of the mating buildings.

“Do you have anyone I can call for you?” Yoongi asked.

“Tzuyu…” you said.

Yoongi paused. That was one of the Alpha’s in Jungkook’s orientation group. That probably wasn’t a good idea. He knew for a fact that Tzuyu was unmated and didn’t have an omega.

“Do you have any omega friends that I can call for you?” Yoongi asked.

“Why? I should be fine with Tzuyu,” you mumbled. You moved your head into the crook his neck and Yoongi felt himself freeze as you inhaled his scent.

“You’re having an omega heat. You’ll be safest with an omega,” he stated.

“Alpha help me.” Yoongi felt a shiver go through his body at the sincere words.

The girl’s grip tightened around him and it was clear that the effects of the heat were surely getting stronger. He felt the girl slowly move to the point where she was nuzzling close to his scent gland and he felt like the contact was all too intimate for someone he didn’t know well and someone who didn’t really know what she was doing. As much as he would love to let her do it, he couldn’t. He skillfully adjusted her on his back away from his scent gland.

Yoongi tugged his phone out of his pocket and clumsily sent his location to a friend. It was a bit difficult with the death grip you had on his body.

Yoongi had always been known as an odd alpha. Alpha’s were normally tall and strong, stereotypically all muscle and no brains. They were known for being aggressive and able to dominate others at any time, so they were high on the dominance spectrum. However, the one thing that Yoongi prided himself on was his self-control that many alphas seemed to lack. With the way you were so trustingly nuzzling into his neck, just barely missing his scent gland, he was surprised that he hadn’t lost control yet.

“Yah, Hyung what was so urgent that you had to…” a voice yelled. Jimin had stop running toward him and glanced at the girl hanging off his back.

Jimin was an interesting person to say the least. He had the whole cute thing going for him, but there was something incredibly strong in his presence. Yoongi knew that Jimin had faced a lot of issues when he had found out he was an omega. He just didn’t fit the normal omega stereotype, not that Jimin really cared.

“What the hell is going on hyung?” Jimin asked.

“You still have that vacant room in your omega apartment, right?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah…”

“She keeps telling me she lives in an Alpha/Beta building. Can you take her to your place for her heat?”

“Yeah… there’s no way that she can stay in an Alpha/Beta building. The girl reeks of omega.”

“No kidding,” Yoongi muttered. He was perfectly aware of how you smelled. He was also beginning to feel a buzz of arousal through him. “Do you think you can get her back by yourself?”

“Sure, it should be no problem,” Jimin responded. “Hi there you’re going to come with me. We’re going to get you to a nice safe place.”

Jimin reached out and tried to pull you away from Yoongi, but you merely tightened your grip on him and pressed closer into his leather jacket. Jimin kept cooing at you, trying to get you off him and you only held tighter on him, and Yoongi wasn’t sure what to do.

“Feel safe, don’t want to go,” you whispered.

Yoongi felt your words tug at his heart strings. He knew that no matter how much he prided himself on his control, he couldn’t guarantee that you would feel safe with him when this wave died down. You couldn’t give him consent at this point in time and he would take advantage of you if left long enough with you in heat like this.

“Listen, I need you to go with Jimin okay,” Yoongi started. “He is going to help you like I can’t right now. Go with him okay?”

Yoongi felt you loosen your grip on him and try to stand on your own, but you let out a loud moan and your legs gave out. Thankfully, Jimin was there to catch you, but Yoongi needed to get away. Your scent was becoming increasingly potent and he could feel a heat stirring in his gut.

“Hyung, your jacket,” Jimin said.

“What?”

“Give me your jacket,” Jimin said. “Your scent should be able to help her through this heat. I can get it back to you after she’s done with it.”

Yoongi hesitated for a moment, but peeled it off before tossing it to Jimin who caught it.

“Do you want me to walk with you there?” he asked.

“Normally, I would say yes, but Hyung.” Yoongi cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’re clearly aroused and I suggest you do something about it.”

Yoongi clicked his tongue. Damn hormones were out to get him.

OO00OO

What was this guy’s name? Jimin that was it. Your mind was kind of all over the place at the moment, but it could register that Jimin had taken you back to his dorm like the alpha earlier had said. He had set you in a room and had brought back pillows and blankets, but it was hard to stay focused. The burning and itching sensation you had felt earlier was downright painful at this point.

Beta heats were supposed to be mild and pass easily, but you had never imagined that it would be this painful. Sana had never had any issues with hers like this.

“Hey…” Jimin’s voice drew your mind from the thoughts. “(y/n), right?”

You nodded your head and moved to look at him. At this point though your vision was getting blurry and it was hard to focus on him.

“Do you understand me?” Jimin asked. You nodded your head at him. “Good. I’ve contacted your roommates and they know what’s going on. You’re having an omega heat.”

“But I’m a beta?” you replied.

“Yeah, that’s something we’re going to have to talk about when you’re a bit more with it. You’re having an omega heat and that means you need to orgasm or I’m going to have to take you to the hospital eventually.”

Despite everything you let out a bitter laugh. Why was this happening to you?

“How?”

“Excuse me?” Jimin seemed confused.

“How do I orgasm?” you asked. Was that the right word? God, you could tell your Korean was starting to go.

“You mean you never…” Jimin trailed off. “Umm… well shit. You just you know, touch yourself.”

You felt another painful burst in your body and you whimpered loudly. Okay this wasn’t going anywhere. The only thing that seemed to be happening was your body hurting more and slick noticeably starting to soak through your clothes.

“Can you I don’t know help me?” you asked. “Just the first time.”

“I don’t know if I—”

“Please,” you begged.

“Just the first time,” Jimin said.

You saw his blurred form move closer to you and suddenly the fresh scent of oranges filled your senses. Now that Jimin had moved closer you could make out more of him.

Jimin was most definitely built solid, he had to be to have gotten you over here, but that was now all the more obvious to you now. For the first time, you were looking at his face. He had a captivating face. His eyes were serious as he moved closer checking you for any doubt and his lips looked absolutely kissable. He was probably incredibly attractive, but right now it didn’t really matter as long as he helped you. He maneuvered himself, so that he sat behind you with his arms comfortingly wrapping around you.

“Okay… shit what do you? How should I?” He couldn’t seem to make up his mind what to do. “Are my fingers okay?”

“Yes, just please do something!” you whined out.

“But like are you really sure?”

“Yes!”

You heard him mutter something, but finally he slid his hand under your skirt. His hands felt almost cooling against your burning skin and you let out a loud moan when his fingers gently brushed over your clothed core.

“Okay, so I think the easiest way to get off for girls is probably to just stimulating the clit, so I’m going to do that,” Jimin instructed. “Light circles, slapping, pinching stuff like that. Maybe experiment and find out what you like?”

You wanted to yell at him to hurry up again, but his had finally slipped inside your panties and you were in heaven. Your head instantly thrown back on his shoulder as Jimin rubbed tight little circles on your clit.

“Oh, wow you’re wet,” he whispered in your ear. “Even for an omega you’re wet. You must really be feeling it.”

You moaned out a little agreement and he started rubbing circles faster and you felt yourself tensing and relaxing all at the same time as you could tell you were approaching your climax.

“God you’re beautiful,” Jimin said. You let out a laugh.

“I was thinking you weren’t so bad yourself,” you replied.

“What?” he asked. Shit you spoke in English. “Don’t worry just relax. You’re almost there.”

Your hands found purchase and gripped onto Jimin’s solid thighs as his fingers pressed down harder and moved faster over you.

“Come on move your hips with me,” he instructed. You complied right away and were rewarded with absolute bliss from the feeling.

It only took a few more movements and you were coming and whimpering at the clenching of your core. You felt dazed and the heat was still burning, but Jimin kissed your hair softly before moving away from you. You moaned at the loss.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t keep helping you,” he said. He brought over a jacket and the fresh scent of pine hit your senses. You instantly placed the jacket to your nose to inhale more of the soothing scent. “Breathe into this and do what I just did. I’ll bring you food and water, but you have to do the rest of it yourself. Okay?”

“Okay,” you responded.

“That’s a good girl.” You moaned at the endearment causing him to curse. “Whoever ends up with you is going to have to be careful not to spoil you rotten. If you need anything I’ll be right outside don’t worry you’re safe.”

With that Jimin left you to your own devices.

OO00OO

It was about four days later when you emerged from the room into the common area of the dorm sore and probably looking like a mess. Jimin was sitting at the counter with a book open and a cup of iced coffee. He offered you a small smile.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“A bit like I got hit by a truck,” you replied.

“That’s good and normal,” he replied. He paused for a moment. “So how are you taking the whole omega thing?”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Most people are disappointed when they turn out to be an omega. You know, wage gap and all those other things,” Jimin said.

“Ehh… It was unexpected, but I’m fine with it,” you replied. “The coolest person I know is an omega.”

“Coolest person you know?”

“My dad. My mom’s a beta and they had me kind of late in the game. Their relationship wasn’t too accepted at the time,” you answered.

Jimin paused for a moment looking like he wanted to press you for more, but he didn’t.

“So what are you going to do now?” Jimin asked.

“I guess, I’m going to have to go to the housing office and see if they have any open omega housing,” you answered. “Pick up my books and contact some of my professors. I missed the first two days of class, so I guess I should try to catch up.”

“Well, I hope you don’t mind but… I told the housing office you could stay here,” Jimin said. “I talked to my other roommates and they thought it would be fine. They’re actually pretty good friends with your roommates.”

“No that makes my life ten times easier,” you said. You offered him a small smile. “How soon can I move in?”

“Umm immediately if you can,” Jim said. “It’s uncommon, but sometimes a second heat can happen if an omega presents late. It would be better for you to move in here in case that happens.”

“It’s like I’m going through puberty all over again…”

Jimin chuckled at that.

“If you want I can call some of my friends to come help grab stuff if you want to go now.”

“No don’t worry about it…” You trailed off. “Do you happen to have my cell phone?”

“It’s in the living room charging. Sorry I used it to try and call people for you. You should really put a lock on that thing.”

“I’ve got nothing to hide,” you called, moving to the living room. You picked up your phone when you found it and dialed Jackson.

“Wei?”

“Xianzai ni mang bu mang?” you asked. (Are you busy right now?)

“Bu mang. Tzuyu gaosu wo ni shi yi ge omega. Ta shou huang le ma?” (Now I’m not busy. Tzuyu told me you’re an omega. Is she lying?)

“Dangrang ta bu shou huang le. Wo zhende shi yi ge omega. Wo xuyao bangjia. Ni keyi bang wo ma?” (Of course she didn’t lie. I’m really an omega. I need to move. Could you help me?)

“Keyi, keyi. Ji dian?” (Yeah I can. When?)

“Wo yao xizao. Xizao yihou wo gei ni da dianhua, hao ma?” (I want to shower. After I shower how about I call you to help?)

“Hao de.” (Sounds good.)

“Xie xie ni.” (Thank you.)

“Meishi.” (Don’t worry about it.)

You hung up the phone and turned around to see Jimin with his jaw wide open.

“You speak Chinese too?” he asked.

“I speak Mandarin well yes. I never quite got the hang of Cantonese though. My Mandarin is way better than my Korean.”

“Your Korean is really good though,” Jimin said. “A lot of foreigners have more of an accent when speaking, but yours is pretty unnoticeable.”

“Thanks, but I still have a lot to know.”

“You mean learn.”

“See I just proved my own point. Do you mind if I grab a quick shower?”

“Not at all. The green towel is mine so feel free to use it.”

“Thanks.”

You went to go shower and took a deep breath. This was weird, but you were going to have to get used to it.

OO00OO

“Baobei!” Jackson said. Without further ado, he gave you a bone crushing hug and the his somewhat metallic scent filled your senses.

“My friend is here so speak Korean,” you said, returning the hug so that he would finally let go of you. He didn’t though he just kept you in your arms.

“Oh hello!” Jackson said, noticing Jimin for the first time. "Jackson Wang. Nice to meet you!”

“Uhh… Park Jimin,” Jimin said, looking at you. He looked equal parts confused and worried. “Is this guy your boyfriend?”

“No. He’s really more of a family friend than my friend,” you replied. “I just called him because I needed some more muscle.”

“Aww don’t be like that.” Jackson finally removed his arms from around you. “I asked Mark to meet us at your old dorm. Hope you don’t mind.”

“That’s fine.”

“Shall we head out then?” Jimin said with a smile.

“Yeah… Ugh I hate packing things this is going to be a nightmare,” you said.

“Getting your heat for the first time at a house party is most people’s worst nightmare,” Jimin said.

“You got it at a party?” Jackson asked. “You went to a party? You never go to parties. Maybe this is some mystical force’s way of telling you that you shouldn’t party.”

You let out a scoff at that, but part of you agreed with him. The one time you went out you get your heat. Only something that terrible would happen to you, but it turned out just fine.

“Oh, (y/n) not to be pushy, but my friend really wants his jacket back,” Jimin said, with an awkward chuckle. “It’s his favorite one.”

“Like an alpha’s jacket?” Jackson asked. Jackson grinned at you and he rolled his eyes. “So, you’re finally interested in someone. Oho this is juicy gossip. Who does the jacket belong to?”

“I don’t know and I don’t really remember much, but he was nice enough to get me away from the party,” you said. “Please drop it Jackson. It’s still in the room I was in during my heat, Jimin.”

“Wait if you’re an omega and Mark’s an alpha does this mean the two of you are going to leave me alone to rot by myself?”

“Probably not,” you replied.

“Man I was really hoping you would finally get some or be motivated to get some,” Jackson said.

“Wow you’re really straight forward,” Jimin commented.

“Oh, this is him on his best behavior unfortunately,” you said. “He knows you need to like him, so that he can try to come over and eat all the food in our dorm.”

“You do like alpha’s though, right?” Jackson asked.

“Well…” you trailed off in thought. Your mind floated back to how Jimin had helped you at the beginning of your heat. “The only thing I know for sure is that omegas are also okay.”

Jimin choked on air as he must have realized what you had been thinking of. Jackson looked between the two of you. Before you could react, Jackson was already lunging at Jimin, pushing him against the wall.

“What the hell did you do to her you—” You hit Jackson over the head cutting him off.

“Nothing I seriously didn’t ask for. Calm down or you’re going to look like even more of an idiot.”

There were already quite a few students staring at the three of you. You pushed Jackson aside and grabbed Jimin’s hand, tugging him along.

“Seriously Jackson, you’re an idiot.”

“Baobei!” he whined.

“Jimin, can you please tell Jackson I’m not going to talk to him until he apologizes to you,” you said, turning to Jimin.

“Sorry Jimin…” Jackson muttered.

Jimin grinned at that.

“It’s amazing how well you trained him.”

“Oh Jackson is nothing, you should see Mark,” you said with a smile.

You guessed that this whole omega thing wouldn’t be that hard. Well not as hard as calculus was anyway.

[morganbelarus]

There’s One Anatomy Fact That Almost No Man Seems To Know

Last week, Reddit users revealed some NSFW facts they learned at an embarrassingly late age. In general, the thread is lighthearted and amusing, but if some of the comments are anything to go by, it is quite clear that many people lack a basic understanding of a woman's anatomy – particularly when it comes to how the female half of the human race pee.

One user, a nurse, recalls how a 25-year-old patient (25!) thought she couldn't pee while wearing a tampon because women urinate from the vagina. She was wrong but, alas, she is not alone. Apparently, a lot of users were surprised to find out that women had not two but three holes down there. Men in particular seem very shocked to learn this information.

So let's get things cleared up – women do not pee from their vaginas. Women have three holes down there and they serve very different purposes.

The first is the urethra and it can be found part way between the clitoris and the vagina, as you can see in the diagram below. The urethra is, essentially, a urinary dispensary system – it is the tube or duct that connects the bladder to the outside world and it is where the pee comes out. Below this, there is the vagina, which is where the penis goes in during vaginal intercourse and where blood comes out during menstruation. Then, third and finally, there is the anus, which is the opening to the rectum and the passage bowel movements pass through. 

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Beyond sub-par sex ed classes, the confusion may stem from the fact that the outer genitalia (the vulva) is frequently mistaken for the vagina, whereas the vaginal opening (aka the vestibule) is, in fact, just one element of the vulva. (It also includes the labia majora, labia minora, the clitoris, and the Bartholin's glands, the two small glands on either side of the vagina.) The vulva protects (and covers) both the female sexual organs and the urinary opening. So yes, it may look like urine is coming from the vaginal opening but we promise you, it is most definitely coming from the urinary opening.

While we’re here, let’s settle a few other questions people have about the female body.

Having lots of sex (or lots of sexual partners) does not "loosen" the vagina. Remember that scene in Mean Girls – the "looseness" of a woman's vagina has nothing to do with her virginal status or promiscuity because having sex does not permanently stretch the vagina. Instead, the muscles in the vagina expand and relax when aroused and tighten again post-intercourse. Conversely, if it's "too tight", it's probably because she is not properly aroused and is either uninterested in having sex at that moment or has not had enough time to warm up. There are just two things that can affect the vagina's elasticity and those are childbirth and aging. 

Or, in Bethany Byrd's words: "I can't help it if I've got a heavy flow and a wide-set vagina."

Women cannot hold their period like you can hold your pee. Sorry, it just doesn't work like that. (Although it would be very convenient if it did.)

You cannot lose a tampon. The cervix – aka the tissue that connects the vagina to the uterus and where you put the tampon – is only a few inches long and it is a dead end. That means if you insert a tampon, there is nowhere else for it to go. Yes, you might put one in, "lose" the string, and forget it's there – something we don't advise you try. You might even have trouble removing it if it gets stuck. (In which case, please see a medical professional.) But you won't have lost it. 

Vulvas shouldn't look a certain way. Requests for labiaplasty (that is, plastic surgery to change the appearance of the labia) have been growing year-on-year, with a 45 percent rise in the number of procedures between 2015 and 2016 and girls as young as nine seeking surgery. But despite all this anxiety around the "perfect" genitals and representation in pornography (and, even textbook drawings), there really is no such thing as a typical vulva. In fact, according to a study published in the obstetrics and gynecology journal BJOG, it is pretty much pointless even attempting to provide an average size or shape because the range is so wide. To check out just how diverse and varied female genitalia can be, take a look at the Labial Library.

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[orangepunkwitch-blog]

Okay guys, if anybody can interpret dreams, I’d like your help.  However, this will be an 18+ post because of what’s involved, so... Gonna have a “keep-reading” thing involved.  (Sorry for posting this here, but I don’t know where else to turn, and no site that I google answers my question.)

Some of you might be aware that my dream environments either change or they’re only set in the house I grew up in.  However, when privacy becomes an issue in my dreams, it’s always set in the house I grew up in.  I’m going to give some backstory on said house to avoid some confusion.

The house I grew up in was built in the very late Victorian era and was meant for a landlord and a tenant to live there.  This is why there is a kitchen upstairs and downstairs, etc.  Both floors are also a loop-around, meaning I could walk into the front door and stand in front of the staircase, walk to the right and walk through a bedroom, through another door to end up in the living room, go left and end up in the hall way, keep going down the hallway and I’m back at the staircase (with some other rooms, but they’re not required to be trekked through to complete the loop-around).  The loop-around upstairs goes through my old room and the upstairs bathroom.  This means that both my old room and the bathroom have two entrances.  Both sets of doors can be locked from within their respective rooms and not from the outside.

Now, onto the dream part that’s 18+...

My mind has been obsessed with sex since I first masturbated as a damn teenager.  After the first couple of years of masturbating in my life, a recurring theme happens in my dreams: there is no such thing as privacy when I try to basically go fuck myself.  And it’s goddamn irritating.

Before I continue with the details as to how I get no privacy when doing this, I’d like to expand a bit on my relationship with my parents regarding privacy.  When I was REALLY little, my mom somehow found out some of the wrong things I did as a child and I got in trouble (this stopped being a thing before I became a teenager and was far more careful; the times I’ve mentioned of mom finding shit out, I was super damn little, so I was probably oblivious to my surroundings and shit).  One time in gradeschool, I got into a fight with my dad about something and tried to hide in my room so he wouldn’t beat my ass.  I locked myself into my room, and he kicked the door open, so the door wouldn’t properly lock (but it did stay closed) from the hallway into my room.  And that was it.  Those were the only times I had any real serious privacy invasions.  But these dreams didn’t start up until college and on an almost constant (even now) basis.  (I graduated high school in 2007, I’m gonna be 28 this month; just giving you an idea of a timeline here.  Also, yes, I have anxiety, but can’t afford to see a professional about it, and I think my anxiety is circumstantial rather than chemical.)

‘Kay, so.. the dreams..

Regardless of whether or not I have the same genitalia I have now or I magically grew a damn penis (I’m cisgender, and the genital part doesn’t bother me in the slightest), all I want is to get relief.  This in and of itself can stem from the fact that I’m obsessed with the topic of sex, sometimes masturbating IRL almost any chance that  get just because that I want to.  (Sorry for TMI, just trying to help dream interpreters out with as much info as I find relevant.)  So when I want relief in my dream, I either go to the bathroom or my bathroom.

The doors won’t stay fucking shut.  Or they shrink to where they’re laughably small and it’s like “why have doors at all if they’re gonna be so dam tiny like that?”  And when the doors come open again they go back to their original size.  Even locking them does not help.  Putting objects in the way does not help.  And the times that they do stay closed?  It’s either my parents or an unknown person just barges in and gets all up in my business wanting to know what i’m doing or about to do.  Like, fuck off.  I just wanna fuck myself.  But I cannot find the words to even say that.

Thing is, here in my adult life, even in college, I had all the privacy in the world.  And it didn’t become so damn common in my dreams between living in the dorms and living in my own apartment with my husband.

And this isn’t my own privacy issue in my dreams.  If I have to pee, privacy disappears.  If it’s in the bathroom in the house I grew up in, the toilet becomes small, non-existent, or some ceramic hole in the floor that I can never squat properly over (and again, doors won’t stay fucking shut).  But most of the time, it’s a bathroom stall in a location I cannot name (because that detail slips from memory, of course).  The bathroom stall shrinks before I know it, hugging me tightly and coming up to my waist and the toilet becomes the size of a polly-pocket.  And I’m also naked, for whatever goddamn reason.  And I don’t even have anxiety problems when I fucking pee or anything IRL.  And there’s always a fuck ton of people in the public bathroom.

But, of course, most of my dreams are me trying to masturbate and never getting any privacy, despite how shameless I am to speak of masturbation.  And the latest trend is when I vocally go, “why won’t the doors stay fucking shut”, my guts will be in a fuck ton of pain.  No idea why on that, but lately I’ve been bitching about the doors not staying closed in my dreams, and this results in me feeling pain.  Lovely.

So, dream-interpreters who happen to be reading this, what do you think?  A friend of mine things that this is some deep-rooted anxiety issues, but wasn’t able to help much beyond that.  I agree with her, but the symbolism can speak volumes and add onto that.  My sex life while living in the apartment with my husband was very frequent (damn near every night) and very enjoyable.  We don’t have it much as of late because we’re either too hungry (’cuz we’re poor at the moment) or one of us isn’t feeling very well (thanks to life stresses).  So it can’t be an unsatisfying sex life, or else this would’ve been a recent couple of years thing.  My husband doesn’t have a problem with me masturbating, and I even text him a heads up when he’s on his way home from work so he can give me privacy, and he’s totally fine about that.  So I know it’s got nothing to do with him.  I don’t know if it has anything to do with my parents, especially since they don’t barge into my room now that I’m an adult.  *shrug*  

Sorry, I didn’t know where else to turn after searching the internet for answers.  :/

[liturgyontheweekend]

When Harry Became Sally: Chapter 4

This chapter is where Anderson asks what makes someone a man or a woman.

p77–79

Anderson starts by saying we need to look at the science around sex, saying it’s obvious to anyone “when all goes well.” He starts with embryology, stating that chromosomal sex is determined at fertilization. I don’t think anyone would argue with that.

Anderson then sets up a line of thought I’m still having a hard time understanding. He notes that XX “normally develops into a female” and XY “normally develops into a male,” after stating his view that chromosomal sex is sex. He then goes into various situations which can disrupt normal development, most of which I was familiar with, and some of which involve the SRY gene.

So, in the end, he seems to be saying that XY/XX is not the only determinant of male/female for him. Which is fine, but not necessarily consistent with, say, North Carolina’s HB2 which referred to “chromosomal sex.”

p79–81

In this section, Anderson claims that organization for reproduction is what makes male/female. Specifically, having the “ability to engage in sex as an act.” So maybe it’s not chromosomes for him after all? If it’s the ability to engage in sex acts, that seems to rule out a lot of people from having any sex at all, however, since there are those unable to engage in sex acts at least in the traditional sense I assume Anderson’s thinking of.

But if he’s OK with this sex act capability distinction being general and not specific, then we’d have to be back to chromosomes again, I think. Is he trying to say that XY means male because those who have XY are normally capable of donating genetic material, so that even those who can’t donate genetic material for some reason can still be classified as male if they have an XY chromosome? And maybe also an active SRY gene?

Look, it’s either genitals, or chromosomes, or chromosomes plus SRY, or something else. Someone with XY and no functioning SRY gene will look female at birth, and get an F on a birth certificate. What sex does Anderson believe that person is? Chromosomes say male. Body looks female. Gender identity will likely be female. Can’t actually donate genetic material, but has a Y chromosome. Why isn’t Anderson willing to say what he actually thinks, since he obviously believes it can't be up the individual to decide?

DETOUR

I’m going to detour now into a brief discussion of his sources for this section. First, he quotes Mayer/McHugh in their “recent review of the scientific literature.” He also mentions it was published in the New Atlantis, which is not a scientific journal. It’s a conservative Catholic publication. Their work is not peer reviewed. If you’re looking at the science, as stated at the front of the chapter, you probably don’t want to rely too much on a partisan publication that isn’t peer reviewed, and Anderson cites this publication a lot. In fact, 33 out of 87 footnotes in this chapter are from Mayer, McHugh, or both together.

Then he claims to quote Deanna Adkins, in her testimony on HB2. Here’s the problem: that quote isn’t in her testimony, at least not the testimony of hers that Anderson sources earlier in the book. He didn’t cite this specific quote, so I can’t verify it. And then he quotes Mayer’s rebuttal, and cites the following document: http://files.eqcf.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/149-State-Ds_Berger_Moore-Oppn-to-PI.pdf. But Mayer’s alleged quote is not in this document at all.

This is sloppy, careless researching. I can’t find either the Adkins quote or the Mayer rebuttal. If those quotes exist, he should have cited them properly. I can't look at context if the quote isn't in the cited source.

END DETOUR

p81–88

Anderson again begins with chromosomes as the basis for sex. He says we know now that the “presence of a Y chromosome determines maleness and its absence determines femaleness.” That’s pretty definitive. But then he discusses the SRY gene and how it operates, which makes it less definitive.

I still don’t know whether he thinks male is XY, or XY plus a functioning SRY gene, or something else.

Following this, Anderson discusses primary and secondary sexual differentiation and how on average men and women have differences. Nobody really debates this, so I’m glossing over most of it. He also briefly discusses brain differences. Again, nobody debates this.

There’s a bit of a dogwhistle to complementation gender roles on p84, along with a statement that discrimination is bad. And some discussion of boys and girls gravitating to different toys, though I’m not sure then what he’d say about a trans girl gravitating to girl things despite having a Y chromosome. Would that make her a girl?

Finally, he talks about sex differences and health, noting that scientific studies attempt to include both men and women because they, on average, have differences when it comes to disease, medication, etc. Again, nobody argues seriously that on average there aren’t differences between men and women. So I’m not entirely sure what he’s trying to prove here. I’m going to move on.

Though before I move on, I'll note that Anderson states "there's no denying the role of biology" when referring to sex. But there are boatloads of biological differences documented in transgender people, which if he were being fair, he'd present to his readers.

p88–91

Now Anderson moves to disorders of sexual development, as he calls them. He starts off with a whopper, saying that they affect 1 in 5000 births, going on to note many of the things he categorizes as DSDs.

Klinefelter Syndrome (1 in 1000), Tuner (1 in 2700), and non-XY, non-Turner, non-Klinefelter (1 in 1166), according to my research. Actual ambiguous external genitalia is roughly 1 in 5000, but obviously the total for all DSDs is much higher than that number which he cites as all-encompassing. I guess misrepresentation makes it seem like these are less common than they really are, but being off by about an order of magnitude is pretty bad.

Anderson describes some of the permutations that occur, including XY without a functioning SRY gene. He says that causes individuals to “develop as females” despite having XY chromosomes.

So, which restroom would Anderson have that person use? Is it chromosomes or SRY or genitals or something else? If it's chromosomal sex, you have an female-identified, female-bodied person who has to use the men's room because of having a XY chromosomes.

After discussing the inverse of the SRY variation for an XX person, to which I’d respond in the same way, he discusses the possibility of an XX individual with virilization of the genitals. Due to that, those individuals may be assigned male at birth, but otherwise develop as women. They will likely identify as women, but could have a “M” on a birth certificate. Same question: where can they pee?

There’s a brief discussion of ova-testicular DSD, and then he closes out this section by restating his false statistic of 1 in 5000 affected and how they can be dealt with as babies and young children. He suggests that doctors divine the “predominant underlying sex” (which isn’t going even be on the table if the external genitals appear normal) and do hormones and surgery, presumably to bring the body in line with that underlying sex. (Phrasing of that last line intentional).

Anderson is writing all of this chapter based on (selected) current knowledge, while admitting that we didn’t know what we know now just 50 years ago. All the while he’s unwilling to admit that there’s ANYTHING we don’t understand now, since he’s completely sure that nobody can have a gender identity that’s incongruent with their physical body or chromosomes, despite what they keep telling us. All that after he's just cited a bunch of natural processes causing the body to develop separately from the chromosomes of many individuals. And while ignoring copious research that shows biological differences in transgender individuals.

p91–92

This last section is written to Anderson’s base. It’s the part of the show where he reminds his readers that transgender people are trying to destroy the order of the universe. And I guess postmodernism because that’s bad or something. There’s not really much substance here. He ends with a plea to return to language that is stigmatizing, while simultaneously saying that he doesn’t want to stigmatize people. He says that anyone with any DSD at all is not “healthy” because their reproductive system doesn’t work normally. It seems that “unhealthy” designation would have to apply to anyone who’s infertile/sterile also. I’ll refer back to his lofty statements about dignity in the beginning of the book; I don’t think he’s succeeding at that here.