#who wants to subject their genitals to that. not me!!!

[atopvisenyashill]

okay so schlong opinions-

aemond wang was exactly like the gendry scene, i feel like hbo has a “are u willing to show cock check yes or no” box and then try to work in that character’s dick somehow so they can brag about having nudity but it’s not sexy, it’s not sexposition, it’s JUST swinging dong.

swinging dong by itself is not bad. the amount of absolutely random tits, bush, and vajeen we have seen in the history of this series is astronomically, and if you just want random dick the way you want random bush my opinion is go for it, we need equality!!! the problem imo is how men don’t get objectifying type sexposition scenes while going full hog the way women are used for like, everything under the sun. there’s some sort of long gender essay here. its 1 am i’m not writing it tho.

actually it’s not dissimilar from dany standing up in the tub - showing nudity as a power play. i’m not inherently against that. but i also would like to point to the dearth of penis in sexy scenes. it’s always a power play, a gritty scene, background dressing.

BUT THE BLOWJOB SCENE? lol lmao

one of the podcasts i watch was like “what is this. what’s happening here. that brothel scene was too long” tbf it’s two middle aged dads who aren’t book fans they’re just chronically online BUT.

there’s still an element of shock factor there rather than titillation imo. also again - background, our focus is aegon.

i’ll give it to them for showing several oral scenes this season tho idk that’s kinda cracking me up a bit.

[romugh]

INTIMATE STUDIES - nerd!NR

pairing- nerd!natasha romanoff x reader

cw- 18+!!; top!reader, gp!bottom!natasha, handjob (n rcv), blowie (n rcv), cockwarming, praise kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex

wc- 2.3k of pure smut

a/n- quick drabble as i'm working my way through BIOLOGY stuff as an ASTROPHISICS and ARCHITECTURE STUDENT. make it make sense?? I CANNOT DO THIS ANYMORE. not proofread, wrote this in like ten minutes as i was eating an apple :D

synopsis- you're studying biology, natasha comes in, you're doing biology (with her).

The past four hours had been a never-ending slog of human reproduction notes, diagrams of genitals, and biological functions that seemed completely irrelevant to your degree. You were an astrophysics major — the mysteries of black holes and quantum fields were your calling, not the intricacies of testes and ovaries. Yet here you were, neck-deep in textbooks, scribbling notes on a subject you didn’t care for in the slightest. Your biology exam was in two days, and every second spent on it felt like time wasted.

Your hand ached from writing, and your eyes burned from staring at diagrams. The irritation crept up further, gnawing at you, until the sound of the door creaking open drew your attention. You didn’t even need to look up to know who it was.

“Hey,” Natasha’s soft voice greeted you. There was a tentative innocence to her tone, one that always tugged at your heart in a way you could never quite explain. Natasha, your shy and awkward girlfriend, a literature major who found comfort in the written word more than social situations. Your Natty — so soft, blushing, and oh-so-easy to tease.

You glanced up, the sight of her instantly pulling you from your academic misery. Natasha stood in the doorway, blonde hair slightly tousled from the nap she’d taken, round glasses sitting low on her nose, and your oversized shirt hanging loosely on her small frame. The shirt swallowed her whole, the sleeves falling past her hands, and you couldn’t help but smirk at how effortlessly adorable she looked. The fact that her boxers were barely visible under the hem of the shirt only made it worse.

She stood there for a moment, awkwardly shifting on her feet, and something about the way she looked at you made a surge of desire shoot through your veins. Natasha was always so shy, always so unsure about these moments. But that only made your pulse quicken, knowing just how easy it was to make her come undone.

“Natty,” you called, your voice low and teasing. “Want to help me study?”

She blinked, eyes wide behind her glasses, but she stepped closer, that innocent curiosity mixed with a soft blush spreading across her cheeks. Her bare legs peeked out from under the shirt, the fabric brushing against her thighs as she padded towards you. She always had this way about her—this quiet, almost timid energy that made you want to take care of her, tease her, ruin her. “Sure,” she agreed, pushing her glasses up. “What are we studying?”

You smirked, eyes narrowing as you slid your textbook to the side. “Human reproduction.”

Her blush deepened, but she tried to play it off, oblivious to the trap you were setting. “I’m not sure I can help with that. I mean, I’m more into poetry than—”

You smirked, your eyes tracing the length of her body, admiring the way the fabric of your shirt hugged her frame. “Oh, I think you can. In fact, you might be the perfect study partner.”

Her eyes widened slightly, her lips parting as she fumbled for words. “W-what do you mean?”

You caught her by the hips, guiding her until she stood between your legs, her lithe form pressed against your knees. Her blush deepened, her lips parting as she looked down at you, curiosity and nervousness swirling in her eyes.

“I can show you,” you whispered, running your hands up the sides of her thighs, pushing the hem of the oversized shirt higher and higher, revealing the fabric of her boxers. Your fingertips traced the outline of her bulge, feeling the warmth of her body beneath the thin fabric. Natasha gasped softly, her breath hitching as you palmed her gently.

“See,” you murmured, your hand cupping her clothed bulge. “This is all part of the reproductive process.”

Natasha’s eyes widened, her breath coming out shaky as she looked down at you. “I-I know that,” she stammered, but the way her legs trembled betrayed her completely.

“You didn’t expect to be part of the lesson, though, did you?” you teased, your fingers moving expertly as you tugged her boxers down, letting them pool around her ankles. Natasha whimpered softly, her hand clutching the back of your chair for support as you wrapped your hand around her fully. “So sensitive,” you cooed, stroking her with deliberate slowness, your thumb teasing the tip just enough to make her gasp.

Her entire body tensed, hips instinctively bucking into your hand as you increased the pace slightly, watching her lose composure. "Y-you're—," she tried to speak, but her voice faltered, her body betraying her with every twitch and pulse of her length in your grip.

Natasha's breathing grew more ragged, her chest heaving as she clutched the back of your chair, her knuckles turning white from the grip. Her hips twitched involuntarily into your hand, every stroke sending ripples of pleasure through her body. You could feel her getting closer, the way her length pulsed in your palm, the faint whimpers that escaped her lips.

“Y-you’re gonna make me—" Natasha’s voice was barely a whisper, her words tumbling out in a breathless stammer as she squirmed in your grasp. Her face was flushed, cheeks burning with embarrassment as she tried to hold back, but you had no intention of letting her.

"Let go," you murmured softly, your voice thick with dominance. Your hand worked her faster, the slick slide of your palm coaxing her to the edge. "Come for me, Natty."

It was all she needed. With a strangled moan, her body tensed, hips jerking forward as she came, her release spilling over your hand. Her eyes squeezed shut, her lips parting in a silent cry as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. You watched her, captivated by the sight of her completely undone, trembling in your hand as she rode out her orgasm.

But you weren’t done yet.

Without missing a beat, you leaned forward, your lips brushing against the tip of her sensitive length, tasting the remnants of her release. Natasha shuddered, still trying to catch her breath, but when your tongue flicked out to lick her clean, her whole body jerked, a soft gasp escaping her as you took her into your mouth.

“You taste so good,” you murmured against her, the words muffled by the weight of her in your mouth. Natasha's hips bucked again, her hands gripping the chair for dear life once again as you began to work her with your tongue, teasing her back to hardness.

Natasha's body was still trembling from her first orgasm, her breath coming out in shaky gasps as you continued your slow, teasing licks. She tried to steady herself, gripping the back of your chair harder, but the sensations were too much. Every flick of your tongue made her hips jerk forward involuntarily, and before she even knew it, she was starting to harden again.

You smirked against her length, feeling her twitch as she became fully hard in your mouth. "That's it," you murmured, lips brushing against her sensitive skin. "You're already ready for more, huh?"

Natasha whimpered, her face flushed as she bit her lip, too embarrassed to answer. But you didn’t need her to. You wanted to drive her over the edge again, and this time, you were going to take your time. Wrapping your hand around the base of her cock, you began to stroke her in tandem with the slow, deliberate bob of your head.

The warmth of your mouth surrounded her, your tongue pressing against the underside of her length as you took her deeper, inch by inch. Natasha's knees buckled slightly, and her hands flew to your hair for support, fingers tangling in the strands as she struggled to stay standing. Every moan she tried to stifle only grew louder as you picked up the pace, the wet, obscene sounds of your lips moving over her driving her wild.

"S-so good," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, shaking with each breath. "P-please, don’t stop."

You had no intention of stopping. Your hand continued to pump the base of her cock while your mouth worked the rest, hollowing your cheeks as you took her deeper. Natasha's hips bucked forward again, her body betraying her as she chased the pleasure. Her breaths were ragged, and you could feel her getting close again, her thighs trembling as you sucked harder, faster.

She didn’t last long. With a strangled cry, Natasha came, her entire body trembling as her release shot into your mouth. You didn’t falter, swallowing around her, not giving her a chance to recover. Her grip on your hair tightened, her whole body buckling as she tried to remain upright, but the sensation of your tongue still working her through her second orgasm made her lose control completely.

But you weren’t finished.

As soon as you felt her begin to soften slightly, you pulled back just enough to take a deep breath before plunging your mouth down again, taking her all the way to the base in one fluid motion. Natasha let out a strangled moan, her hips jerking as your throat constricted around her. She was completely helpless now, every thought leaving her mind as she lost herself in the feeling of your mouth wrapped so tightly around her. The wet, gagging sounds you made as you deepthroated her pushed her over the edge once again, her body trembling violently as she came a third time, filling your throat with her release.

"Fuck," Natasha gasped, barely able to stand as her legs gave out beneath her, her knees buckling. "I-I can't…"

But the way her hands tightened in your hair told you that she didn’t want you to stop.

As Natasha trembled before you, utterly spent and flushed from her release, you pulled away, wiping your lips with a satisfied smirk. “I think we’re done here,” you said, standing up from your chair, feigning a tone of finality.

The look of disappointment that flickered across her face was instant, and though she tried to hide it, it was exactly what you wanted. A small, embarrassed frown tugged at her lips, her hands fidgeting at her sides, but she avoided meeting your gaze.

"Something wrong?" you teased, letting your words hang in the air. Natasha’s face flushed a deeper shade of red, her mouth opening and closing as if she wanted to respond but couldn't find the words. You grinned, taking a step closer, deliberately invading her space.

"Aw, poor baby," you cooed, running a finger along her cheek, your touch feather-light. "Were you hoping for more? Did you think I was really going to leave you like this?"

Natasha’s breath hitched, her eyes darting up to meet yours, wide and vulnerable. Before she could react, you pushed her down onto your chair, her body falling back against the seat as you straddled her in one swift motion. Her cock, still hard despite her exhaustion, slid inside you with ease, stretching you as you sank down on her with a satisfied sigh.

"Fuck," Natasha gasped, her head falling back against the chair as her hands instinctively grabbed at your hips, trying to ground herself in the moment. Her eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the sensation of being buried inside of you, your warmth enveloping her completely.

Without missing a beat, you turned the chair to face your desk once more, your movements deliberate and controlled as you positioned yourself. Natasha’s grip on your hips tightened, but she didn’t dare move. Not yet.

You settled yourself, leaning forward slightly to grab a pen, pretending to return to your notes. Natasha’s eyes, however, were drawn to your cleavage, the way your breasts were just inches from her face. Her restraint shattered as her hands moved up from your hips, one hand slipping beneath your shirt to cup your breast while the other wrapped around your back to pull you closer.

She began to worship your breasts, her lips eagerly pressing against your skin, kissing and sucking, leaving wet marks along the curve of your chest. The soft weight of your breasts in her hands made her lose all sense of control. Her hips bucked slightly beneath you, the friction sending shocks of pleasure through both of you. You couldn't help but smirk, knowing full well what was coming next.

Natasha’s breathing grew more erratic, her kisses becoming more desperate, and before she even realized what was happening, she was coming inside of you. Her hands stilled, her body tensed beneath yours, her hips jerking up as she filled you with her release, barely fifteen seconds after you’d settled onto her lap.

“F-fuck!” Natasha gasped, her face flushed with shame as the realization hit her. “I—oh god, I didn’t mean to—I’m so sorry, I didn’t know—”

Her words were cut off as her eyes widened in panic, suddenly aware that you hadn’t put a condom on her. Her hands gripped your waist, frozen in place as she stammered out apologies.

"Shh," you murmured, cupping her cheek with a soft smile, brushing her lips with your thumb. "It's okay, Nat. Don't worry." You leaned down, kissing her forehead softly. “I wanted this.”

Natasha looked up at you with wide, bewildered eyes, her blush intensifying as she tried to comprehend your words. “But I—”

You cut her off with another kiss, silencing her before she could spiral further into embarrassment. “I said, it’s okay,” you repeated, your voice firm but gentle. "You did nothing wrong."

Despite her lingering guilt, Natasha nodded, her breathing still unsteady. Her body relaxed beneath you as she wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head against your chest, her blush deepening as she continued to mumble soft apologies.

For the rest of the day, you stayed that way, continuing to study while cockwarming her, her cock still snug inside you. Every half hour, like clockwork, Natasha’s body betrayed her once more. She’d shudder beneath you, gripping your hips as another orgasm washed over her, filling you again and again.

And each time, her face would flush with embarrassment, her whispered apologies slipping from her lips, but you simply smiled, squeezing her tighter, grounding her in your warmth as you reassured her again and again: this was exactly what you wanted.

a/n again- oops? i'm going back to studying again, see y'all! (no taglist for drabbles, unless y'all want one i suppose)

[maelancoli]

Writing Explicit Intimacy More Deeply

okay after the kissing post i've wanted to try to write something about actual sexual scenes. it's taken me a while to figure out what approach to take for such a broad subject because this is such a subjective form of writing and everyone has very strong opinions and varying proclivities. the truth is you are not going to please everyone and there will be a chunk of people who will always dislike your choice of words. and so even in writing a post to help others, there's going to be people who strongly disagree or find what i prefer to be cringe or unerotic.

the portrayal of sexual intimacy and the approaches taken are as varied as the sexual preferences, appetites, turn ons and turn offs of every day real people. this can either make you freeze up when writing, or free you to realize there is no 100% right way to approach erotic art and anyone who tells you otherwise is a smartass or trying to sell you something. so with no further ado, this post will be exactly what it sounds like so proceed at your own risk.

i'm going to focus less on style itself and more on approach. the first thing is that you don't need to divorce 'fluffy' non explicit intimacy from sexual writing. the exact same style and techniques you use for non sexual intimacy can often be applied to the sexual scenes too. kissing scenes, the chaste restrained touches filled with deeper desire, the linger looks from across the room, the build up to the first moments of vulnerability, the first few kisses, the first 'almosts' are connected to the sexual scenes themselves. it is all the same emotions and tensions. they're only heightened. and for sex scenes that are produced from these build ups are a simple escalation. you only need to expound upon what you've already built. don't view it as starting new and having to figure out how to write a different topic/moment. it's a continuation and all you need to do is use the tools you've already given yourself.

my second tip is to spend time shaping your character's tastes, kinks, turn ons and icks, their secret fantasies, their red lines they won't cross, their pleasure zones, the places they find attractive on others that they like to focus on and stimulate. if you want your sex scenes to feel real and not like it's just a emulation of generic smut or porn, you have to do what you do for literally anything else to make it not feel bland or contrived: character development.

where does your muse like to be kissed? what parts of their body make them feel stimulated, what parts are the most sensitive? not everything is about genitals. a lot of people like their foreplay to start with groping in varying erogenous zones. some are unconventional, some like their ears licked, they want their wrists kissed and sucked, they just want their partner to hold them close etc. the more you practice and explore what feels right for your character, the easier building on that foundation of tension will become.

if you feel awkward you can write the characters feeling awkward too because it often is. sex isn't always erotic or super steamy. it can be funny and awkward or just a natural physical thing happening between two people. focus less on if it sounds good in the first draft and focus more on if it makes sense for the characters, focus on how this moment makes them feel, where they feel their arousal and excitement in their body, how they respond to each other, what this means to them or what it doesn't mean etc. after you have gotten that down, then you edit it. add the prose, use the language that either make sit feel less crude to you or more erotic or more poetic etc.

lets take eliza and grabriella from last time so we can expound upon their previous interaction

it wasn't like she had never seen gabriella before. the first time they had seen each other outside of a dorm room or stuffy lecture hall was at dance club which was too crowded and too loud and was less 'dance' and more 'stand around and bob heads and take up too much space on the dance floor.' but she did remember what gabriella wore. she remembered her cropped blouse with ruffled sleeves and how she hadn't worn a bra beneath it. she remembered that she did dance. she remembered how effortless it looked. and the shorts which hugged her thighs and formed that little indentation that first made her wish she could tuck her fingers beneath the hemline and tug her close. she had denied those instincts then, those unrealized desires. but she wasn't denying it now. because now gabriella was on her mattress, sitting on her knees in only her bra and lacy underwear which evoked that same feeling. eliza imagined hooking a finger just at the waistline and tugging. butterflies swirled in her stomach and static radiated through her at the mere thought because this time she could do it. "you okay?" gabriella murmured. she was smiling. that smile made her feel all the warmth of the brightest stars which whispered she was meant to be here, with her. "yeah," eliza breathed out. she leaned closer and feathered her lips along the other woman's. even with a trembling hand she reached forth and brushed her fingertips at the edges of gabriella's panties. "i'm okay," she promised. she allowed herself to smile and in doing so realized she was already grinning. "more than okay." "good," gabriella kissed her back, one of her hands sliding into eliza's hair as the other tenderly began to caress her bare thigh. "have you ever...?"

"no," she admitted. heat gathered in her cheeks which were turning pinker by the second. her ears must have looked sunburnt and she had to resist the urge to cover her face. "not really...not like this." a pause. she bit at the inside of her lower lip and glanced up at gabriella's soft features. when their eyes met, she simultaneously felt all her muscles relax again. but those damn butterflies kept fluttering within her. "have you?" "once," gabriella nodded. then she smiled, a shyness in her expression which only made her features glow all the more. she reached down and gently grasped eliza's hand. she rubbed her thumb over her knuckles. "just follow my lead," she murmured. "we'll make up our own steps." she slowly guided eliza's fingers beneath the lacy waistband. and then further. until she felt the damp warmth between her thighs. eliza's breath hitched and she almost forgot how to control her lungs. "i think i can figure it out," she replied with a small smirk before she tenderly rubbed the pad of her thumb against gabriella's mound. when the other woman breathed in deep, almost moaning, she knew this was a dance she would happily memorize.

i put the rest below the cut to help the post from being too lengthy. but essentially here we see a continuation of eliza feeling uncertain in new territory but finding comfort and reassurance in gabriella. she might be nervous, but she has no doubts about this woman she's attracted to. rather than just describing one action after the other or focusing only on the biological responses happening, we're delving into the continuation of anticipation, we're showing the gentle push and pull between them. eliza has the desire to take control and give pleasure to gabriella. but she finds herself needing gabriella's guidance and that's okay.

because they met dancing, we can use dancing symbolism. deciding the contrasting language and euphemisms you want to use for your ship will help you broaden how you write the intimacy beyond the physical.

eliza wants to be more dominant we see hints of it here, but realistically someone who is new to a situation will not be able to go straight into that. but, say that there is continued scenes of intimacy between them, after the first time, we would start to let her slowly explore that. perhaps gabriella would coax it out of her, maybe eliza will surprise her. she'll tug her close by her belt loops, she let herself bite at her rather than just gentle kisses. it will happen slowly and surely. and that is typically also good advice for if you want to include more kinky content. the first time people have sex they're not gonna jump straight into that. even if they're experienced in kink they still have to get to know one another and get a feel for each other's bodies, what they do and don't like, etc.

there's further tension to explore if you utilize those intimate scenes correctly, continuing to build and escalate each time upon the previous moments. don't just jump straight to crazy sex. build up to it. let them explore each other and their sexuality together. that is where the steam comes from, the continuation of tension, the excitement of getting to know one another. don't just steamroll right over opportunities for development and sensuality.

anyway that's it folks bc this post is long af. have fun, write freaky shit, write cute shit, write what makes u happy and horny.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Hey trans Florida folks - things suck, but I want to make sure y'all have more info so you can better gauge the urgency and expected risk for a new bill.

This is another long post, but please read because a lot of folks are in a huge panic at some misleading info.

You've probably seen this by now:

This is misleading. Be incredibly concerned at the path we're on because it is bad, even plan to leave the state (I am), but drag isn't punishable by the death penalty:

From the Twitter screencap: "Florida has now: 1) made drag in public illegal as a 'sex crime against children'."

Misleading. SB 1438 censors drag in front of minors w/vague, subjective language and threatens misdemeanors, fines, and license revocation for violations. This is meant to scare businesses, and even cities. We are already seeing Pride parades canceled in Florida in response:

From the Twitter screencap: "2) made sexual crimes against children punishable by death"

Too broad. Sexual battery against a child is being made into a capital felony (aka, punishable by death) in the currently proposed SB1342 .

The bill says:

"A person 18 years of age or older who commits sexual battery upon, or in an attempt to commit sexual battery injures the sexual organs of, a person less than 12 years of age commits a capital felony".

If we want a definition of "sexual battery" itself, we can jump to Florida statues at:

https://m.flsenate.gov/statutes/794.011

"Sexual battery” means oral, anal, or female genital penetration by, or union with, the sexual organ of another or the anal or female genital penetration of another by any other object; however, sexual battery does not include an act done for a bona fide medical purpose."

Also of note in this statute:

"Serious personal injury” means great bodily harm or pain, permanent disability, or permanent disfigurement."

I am not a lawyer, but to me, this looks like less of an attack against trans people for existing (via conflation with anti-drag bills), and more a way to target those providing gender affirming care -- healthcare providers or even a child's affirming guardians.

Many states are already trying to set up "aiding and abetting" laws (from the anti-abortion playbook) to punish anyone offering any kind of gender affirming care (from general therapy to vocal coaching) to a trans kid.

Florida might be hoping someone applies the "injures the sexual organs of" component of SB1342 to gender-affirming puberty blockers. Yeah, it's a stretch, but I would not be surprised to see someone try it.

Because we are already seeing the HHS committee consider sending subpoenas to gender-affirming clinics:

"House Speaker Paul Renner said he wants the House to examine how the organizations adopted their recommendations. He questioned whether the guidelines were the result of scientific analysis or whether “the integrity of the medical profession has been compromised by a radical gender ideology that stands to cause permanent physical and mental harm to children and adolescents.”

Emphasis mine. Again, I am not a lawyer, but I would not be surprised to see someone try to hold a gender-affirming clinic accountable for "sexual battery" against a child.

All these separate actions paint a grim picture.

Back to our Twitter screencap: "3) Began allowing death penaltymsentencing at at 8-4 vote instead of a unanimous vote"

Yes, true. This one is scary all on its own because it makes it that much easier for the DeSantis administration to target political enemies.

Everyone should be terrified of this:

Back to making child sexual battery a capital felony & SB1342:

Could we eventually see bills proposed that further broaden - via deliberately vague language or otherwise -what kind of "sex crimes" are punishable by death, thus fully targeting trans people?

For sure, we will absolutely see fascists try to get away with whatever they can and I hope we see more resistance against what is happening now to prevent the escalation towards genocide.

But this specific bill isn't targeting drag and it's important we understand the current threat landscape so we can plan accordingly.

Like. I'm still working on my own plan to flee Florida asap (I am a trans man) but I don't feel at risk of the death penalty just yet, so my "leave asap" is "sell the house in a month" instead of "grab the bugout bag and get in the car NOW".

It is very, very important to understand the threats we face so we don't make rash decisions that could have permanent consequences for already vulnerable people. We need to plan and act on plans with haste, but afford ourselves every opportunity to make decisions with as much accurate information as possible.

What's the status of SB1342?

As I type this, still with the senate, but check for updates at the link below. If passed, it would enact October 1, 2023.

In closing

Again, be careful, be safe, be informed. I am not a legal expert; I'm just a little guy, but the risk landscape has enough threats trans people need to respond to without us thinking drag is currently eligible for the death penalty.

Every trans person in the United States, not just Florida, should be watching what is going on across the country and noting how all these bills connect and escalate. And what could become blueprints at the federal level.

Keep hope, but plan for contingencies that could threaten your job, your housing, your liberty, and possibly even your life. Watch the news, watch your local bills, and do your best at figuring out when you need to break that emergency glass.

My biggest advice to be better informed is to learn where your state posts bills and look them up when they hit the news:

Get used to reading bills and noting when they would take effect

Learn how to follow a bill on its way into law - the stages are usually through various committees, then both the House and Senate can file amendments and ultimately vote in separate sessions to approve, then the governor signs it into law

Understand that a lot of reporting on bills can make it sound like it has passed into law, when it might still just be in a committee.

Not all bills pass, and when they do, not all pass as originally proposed. (This can work for or against us.)

Follow trans political commentators like Erin or Alejandra for more context

Again, it all sucks right now and I don't want to underscore the danger so many transgender Americans are already in (and lord knows I am very lucky to be able to leave Florida). But knowing what we're up against is one of the few defenses we have right now.

I have more advice for trans Floridians here.

[haru-dipthong]

Ep 4 of my Utena fansub is out!

This has absolutely been the toughest episode yet. It has several difficult phrases, the most dialogue of any episode up to this point, and a few phases that are really important to future episodes and core themes.

This episode's translation discussion

ねえ、じゅり先輩

Can I ask you something, Juri?

The bane of every translator’s existence — 先輩 (senpai). As I’m doing with 様 (sama), I definitely don’t want to include it untranslated as an honorific, but unlike 様 (sama) there’s no English word that could possibly be used in the same context to convey similar information. Instead, I’m trying to slip in some of the hierarchy in the characters’ general speech patterns. Here, the translation invents a whole sentence for Miki to show a bit of deference to Juri, instead of using the honorific.

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テクニックでねじ伏せるようないつもの迫力じゃなくて、なんだか音に潤いを感じるよ。

Your technique is usually so forceful and commanding, but today the notes have a kind of richness to them.

According to jisho.org, ねじ伏せる means “to twist someone's arm and throw them to the ground”. 迫力 means “force, impact, strength”. Touga’s verbiage here is intentionally violent. It indicates that underneath Miki’s polite, almost feminine demeanour and appearance, lies a boy who is already being moulded by patriarchal forces into a force of oppression. It was important to keep that hint of Miki’s potential for violence and oppression in the translation.

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前に言ってた、輝くものでも見つけたのかな？

Did you ever find that "glow" you were talking about earlier? (from ohtori.nu)

It seems you may have found that guiding light you were telling me about. (my translation)

This was a really tough translation, and one that has implications for the future, because I believe 輝くもの is used when listing the council’s reasons for duelling in later episodes, so the translation I chose needed to fit in that context as well.

Depending on the kanji used, もの can mean either “thing” (物) or “person” (者). A Japanese transcript I found actually uses the “person” kanji excusively. So it could be translated as either “something that shines” or “someone that shines”. I think I managed to preserve this ambiguity in the translation: “guiding light” could be a literal light, or it could be a metaphor for a person who’s very important to you.

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自分の中に永遠の美しさを持ってないと引けない曲なんだ

It's an ode to a beautiful life, where things never change. You need to believe in that to play it.

The Japanese literally translates to "This is a song [you/I] can't play unless [you/I] carry [eternal beauty/the beauty of eternity] within yourself". The subject of the sentence is omitted - is he talking in general or specifically about himself? Is 永遠 here acting as a noun (eternity) and の marks 美しさ as belonging to it (beauty of eternity) or is it acting in the genitive case and modifying the noun 美しさ instead (eternal beauty)?

These are all questions that matter in terms of making sense of the line, but not in the immediate sense of the translation, because the translation pivots on a different axis: 自分の中に…持ってないと. In english, translating this literally (carry … inside yourself) sounds unnatural. I think the Japanese gives more of an impression of carrying a worldview of eternal beauty; of seeing the world as a world that has eternal beauty. Textually, what Miki is talking about is carrying a dream of reliving the happiness of the past again, and then keeping it forever. He’s desperately trying to preserve that perfect time in his life, with him and his sister side by side playing that song in the sunlit garden. That's actually what this is about. And his duelling loss, and the scene where the image of the garden shatters, represents him finally being forced to move on from that need for permanence.

Permanence (or as most translations have it, “eternity” — 永遠) is a core theme of the work. All of the characters, in some way, are trying to preserve a form of status quo, or regain and retain a status quo that has been lost to them. Though Miki uses the word 永遠 here, I decided not to directly translate it. Rather than relying on the recurrence of a single noun to carry this theme, I wanted to allow the theme to stand on its own merit. I think translating it variously as “permanence”, “eternity” and other edge cases as I’ve done in this line ("where things never change"), will allow me to better convey this theme of wanting to keep things as they are, and the necessity of change and of letting those things go.

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[shigarakisbabyy]

It’s… small- bottom!Tomura Shigaraki x top!Male!Reader NSFW

Hey y’all, I had a random ass idea a bit ago of comforting a boy who’s dick is small and who cums quick and makin him feel pretty, so I decided to write it out and use shiggy as my subject.

Warnings: small penis, insecurity surrounding genitals, cock worship, severe amounts of praise, body worship, virginity-loss, VERY FLUFFY, kinda ooc shiggy, cum eating, possessiveness, cumming inside

You pushed Tomura back onto the bed, a firm hand on his chest as you straddled him. He gripped the bedsheets beside him, gazing up at you with wide eyes, a bright coat of blush adorning his cheeks.

“It’s so hard to keep away from you,” You leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You’re just so fucking cute.”

He gulped, his hand reaching up to squeeze your thigh, his gloves preventing your pants dusting off. Another hand reached up and rested on your hip while he bit his bottom lip.

“You… you want to have sex?” Tomura asked.

You laughed, “Yeah, I really do. Do you wanna?”

He nodded, but then turned his gaze away from you in embarrassment.

“Hey.” You held his face and made him look at you again. “What’s up?”

He refused to meet your gaze, his hand reaching to grab your wrist.

“Well, uh-“ He stammered, “Theres uh- something wrong?”

You furrowed your brow, what was bothering him?

“What is it? Whatever it is I’ll fix it.”

He chuckled, “You can’t- you can’t exactly fix this.”

You lifted your brow and looked down at him, silently telling him to admit what was going on.

“It’s so embarrassing, but p-please don’t hate me for it, Y/N.” He nuzzled into your hand to hide his face.

“What?” You asked, “Are you into something freaky?”

He mumbled something, screwing his eyes shut like it physically pained him to say it. You asked him to repeat himself, so he took his face out of your hand and met your gaze.

“My dick’s… small,” Tomura mumbled.

You sighed in relief, grateful it wasn’t something actually serious.

“Oh baby,” You smiled, “That doesn’t matter to me.”

He slowly opened his eyes, “Really?“ He mumbled again.

“Honey whatever size it is, it doesn’t matter to me. I just want you to feel good,” You kissed the tip of his nose and then his forehead, then started planting soft kisses all over his face, then trailing down to his jaw and then neck.

Tomura gripped onto your shirt, soft gasps and pants releasing from his throat as you kissed and sucked on his neck. You smiled as he let out a soft whine, your hand trailing down to reach up under his shirt and feel up his torso.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” You pulled up his shirt to take it off.

“M’ not that pretty.”

“You are baby, you really are.”

You threw his shirt across the room, then ran your hands across his chest and down his sides, gripping onto his waist.

“Perfectly gorgeous body…” You muttered, your hands caressing his sides, “Perfectly beautiful face…” You gently gripped his chin and made him look at you, “Adorable eyes…”

“And I’m betting you have the cutest cock too.” Your hands trailed back down and played with the waistband of his black jeans.

“Stop…” He mumbled, his face fire red.

You chuckled and undid the button of his pants and the zipper, inching them slowly off his body. You could see the bulge of his cock through his boxers; it was definitely smaller than average, but it was perfect all the same.

You threw his pants across the room, your hands going back to gripping the tops of his thighs. You sat there for a minute and admired his body. The light blue hair that adorned his stomach and disappeared into his underwear, the soft outlines of his abs and the perfect V that lead to his cock. His small and grippable waist… his thin but beautiful thighs…

“I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you, Tomu…” You muttered.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his stomach, smiling when he shivered. You slowly began to pepper kisses all over his torso, sometimes leaving soft love bites behind. You made your way up to his chest, tugging off his shirt the rest of the way and attaching your mouth to one of his bright pink nipples.

Tomura threw his head back and whined, one of his hands gripping your hair. He was so sensitive, every little touch from you bringing him closer and closer to the edge without even needing to touch his cock.

When you nipped gently on the bright pink bud he moaned loudly, his back arching. You smiled and reached up to his face, capturing him in a kiss. Tomura whined into it, both of his hands cupping the sides of your face to hold you close to him.

“P-please,” His hips bucked up to try and get friction to his cock.

You leaned back and tore his boxers off, his dick springing free and standing proud. A good 4 and a half inches, it probably was. You couldn’t understand why he was so insecure, because he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. A perfectly round, bright pink and leaking tip, a smooth shaft with thin pink and purple veins trailing throughout it, perfectly small and cuppable balls that you wanted to shove your face in and just fucking worship… he was perfect. Quite literally, he was the perfect fucking man for you.

“Oh Tomu,” You sighed, your left hand trailing achingly slow down his stomach to reach his cock, “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”

Tomura hissed when your hand wrapped around him, most of his shaft able to fit in your grip. You slowly pumped him, his copious amounts of pre smearing all over your hand. He squirmed from your touch, legs shaking and twitching to try and ground himself, lost in how much pleasure he was in.

“I’ve never seen anything prettier…” You mumbled, your head dipping down to kiss the tip of his cock.

Tomura gasped, his back arching and hands reaching to grip the bedsheets. His eyes were so wide, mouth agape but making no noise. The amount of sensitivity he possessed made you chuckle. You were definitely going to have fun with that.

“I can’t believe you’re actually insecure about yourself Tomu.” You straddled him again, resting on his thighs so you still had perfect access to his cock. “And I also can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t like this perfect cock either.”

Tomura just whined, staring up at you with half-lidded eyes.

You gently wrapped your hands around his shaft, not moving yet so he could adjust to the newfound sensation. It was painfully obvious he had never been touched in this way before.

“I’m- ‘m gonna cum so quick.” Tomura covered his face with his hands, but you swore you could see his blush poking through still.

“It’s okay baby,” You whispered, “I think it’s hot.”

For the longest time, you never understood the distate of people’s partners cumming quick. Didn’t that mean you were doing something right? Sure if they didn’t reciprocate it could be rude, but if they did, what was the problem? You slowly started to stroke him, not needing to move your hand very far to work it up and down. His sticky pre slathered all over your hands, making it easier to glide it across him.

Tomura’s back arched, his hips and legs twitching from underneath you.

“Too much!” He threw his head back and gripped onto the blankets.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his stomach. “If this is too much for you, you’re in for a wild ride tonight, Tomu.”

He panted and gasped heavily, his cock twitching in your hands and leaking more and more fluid by the second. You knew that some virgins could be sensitive, but you never expected it to be this bad. You almost felt bad for him; it had to be so overwhelming.

“Y/n.” His name sounded like heaven on his lips; a prayer. “S-so close…”

“It’s okay baby,” You whispered, “Cum for me.”

Tomura spurted the biggest load you had ever seen all over his stomach . He gasped and panted heavily when he stopped, small tremors and twitches racking his body. His eyes were dazed, almost seeming to comically swirl with stupidity.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then one to his soft lips. “You did so good for me Tomu. I’m so proud of you.”

He hummed to let you know he heard you, but he couldn’t answer. He was stuck in a cloud of relief. You softly caressed his face and peppered him with kisses, wanting to make him welcome back to the world a warm one.

When he regained his senses, he reached and wrapped his arms around your neck, tugging you down on top of him.

“So good…” He mumbled into your neck, “Wanna do it again.”

You gently sucked on his neck, leaving a small red love bite. “You wanna take my cock this time?”

He nodded, muttering a small please afterwards. You left another love bite, then sat back up and grabbed Tomura by the backs of his knees, pushing his legs up to his shoulders to completely expose his lower half.

His perfect little hole was staring up at you. You swore you had dreamed of it in your fantasies before.

“So pretty.” You trailed your hand down and gripped his asscheek, watching as his skin squished around your hand.

Reaching over to the nightstand drawer, you fumbled around for a small bottle of lube. You were gentle, softly dabbing some around his rim, a soft smile appearing on your face when Tomura jolted from the cold liquid and whined.

You poured a generous amount on your fingers, readying your index to sink inside of him, when Tomura reached down and gripped your forearm, telling you to stop.

“I- I’m scared.” There were small tears in the corners of his big eyes that stared up at you, completely laced with fear.

You stopped your movements and held his face with your dry hand. “Shhh baby.” You softly kissed him again. “I promise I’ll try my best to make it not hurt. You’ll feel so good Tomu, I promise.”

He thought for a moment. “I trust you,” He muttered, releasing his grip on your arm. “But be gentle, please.”

“I’d never do anything to hurt you baby,” You muttered back.

You teased his pink rim with your index finger, watching as Tomura bit his lip from the feeling. Slowly, you pushed it it, watching his face for any signs of discomfort. You stilled your hand for a moment, although it as a small stretch, you still felt the need to let him adjust to stifle any fears of his.

Gently, you began to wiggle your finger inside of him, feeling his hot walls around you. He was so smooth and wet inside, your cock twitched just thinking about being buried in it.

You pressed upwards, making Tomura jolt and whine loudly, then slam his hands over his mouth in embarrassment.

“What was that?!” He asked, panting.

You pressed upwards again, smiling when he yet again jolted. “That’s your prostate baby. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

He ground his hips back against your finger. “Do it again, do it again.”

You slowly added another finger in, this time your middle, and gave him even more than than you did initially to adjust. When he was fine with you moving, you pressed into his prostate again, slowly massaging the sweet spot inside him.

Tomura whined and twitched beneath you, his hands shooting up to grip onto your neck and hair to help ground himself into reality; the pleasure was too much, he was going to pass out.

You pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “I told you it’d feel good honey.”

“So good,” He agreed.

Slowly, you added your ring finger into the mix. Tomura’s breath hitched in pain and he bit his lip to keep from crying out,

“Shh,” You consoled, “It won’t hurt much longer, I promise.”

He slowly took some deep breaths, screwing his eyes shut to focus on coping with the pain and the burn that was enveloping his hole at the moment.

After a few moments, he slowly opened his eyes and ground back onto your fingers. “Y-you can move now.”

You ever so slowly pumped your fingers in and out of him, spreading then out when you were fully sheathed in him to help stretch him. He winced the first few times, but soon his moans of pain were replaced with whines and whimpers of pure ecstasy.

Each time your fingers were completely inside him and you stretched them out, you pushed up at the same time, giving just the right amount of pressure to his prostate that made Tomura’s eyes roll back into his head and his hips buck, breathy moans releasing from his perfect lips.

You quickened your pace, slowly watching as Tomura unraveled beneath you and fully gave in to the new sensations and feelings he was experiencing. You could probably say his name and not even gain his attention right now; he was so lost in how deliciously you toyed with him.

Peering down, you nearly came untouched at the sight of his tight hole wrapped around your fingers, clenched around you and sucking you in, trying not to let you escape. He looked so hungry for you, aching for any pleasure you could offer him.

His breathy moans turned into cries, and then before you knew it he had come again, without you even needing to touch his cock. His dick twitched and flexed against his stomach, releasing a new load and joining the old one. You leaned your head down and slowly began to lap up his liquids, moaning slightly at how good they managed to taste.

Tomura was slow to come back to his senses again, but once more you greeted him back into the world with a soft kiss on his lips and your hand cupping his face.

“You’re so good at this, y/n.” He smiled. “I just wanna go again and again and again…”

You smiled back. “I got all night baby. You think you’re ready to take my cock now?”

Tomura nodded excitedly, back arching to try and push your fingers deeper. “Please.”

You peeled your fingers out from inside him, although he wasn’t happy at the emptiness he now felt. You freed yourself from the restraints of your clothes, your cock springing up to slap against your stomach when it was finally free.

Tomura stared down at you and gulped, his pupils seeming to turn into hearts.

“You like my cock baby?” You laughed.

He nodded quickly. “Need it inside. Now.”

You were quick to pour some lube onto yourself, and more onto Tomura’s hole. You aimed yourself up with him, and slowly pushed only the tip in.

You positioned yourself to lean over top of him now, on your hands and knees. You gripped his hands tightly and pinned them to the bed besides his head as he wrapped his legs around your waist.

“I love you honey,” You whispered, connecting your lips together.

When you disconnected, Tomura panted slightly and smiled. “I love you too.”

You slowly pushed yourself inside, watching his face for any slight indications of pain. Each time you saw him bite his lip or wince, you stopped completely, even if it was difficult to resist just slamming inside and completely ravaging him. Eventually you were fully sheathed, panting from how heavenly his walls felt.

“Tell me when I can move honey.” You said, softly kissing his neck. You were practically laying on top of him you were so close.

Tomura panted heavy for a minute or so, his eyes screwed shut while he focused on his breathing. When he stopped, he buried his face in your neck and mumbled for you to move.

You started out slow, lowly groaning when you finally started to truly feel how good he felt, his walls clenching around you so tightly. It truly was heaven.

Tomura gasped each time you hit his prostate, squeezing your hands harder and harder. You let go of his hands to cup his cheeks, planting kisses across his face. You had the primal urge to shower him in affection. Quickly, he had his arms wrapped around your neck completely, not even allowing you to raise your head from his shoulder.

“Y/N, Y/N-“ He cried, his back arching as you ravaged him.

“You’re doing so good for me,” You said, “Such a good boy, Tomu. Such a good boy f’me.”

You were going to be quick to cum as well. At first you had no idea how Tomura had managed to cum so much and still want to go again, but now you felt you couldn’t go a second without his velvety walls wrapped around you. You’d always want him no matter how many orgasms you had had.

“F-fuck me harder, Y/N, please!” Tomura cried, biting down on your shoulder to stabilize himself.

You obeyed, snapping your hips against his at a brutal pace that made your thighs burn.

“You’re so f’kin pretty Tomu.” You kissed his neck, sucking and biting and leaving marks in your wake. “So f’king gorgeous. All mine. You’re all mine, okay? My good boy.”

He nodded. “All yours. Y-your pretty boy.”

It warmed your heart to hear Tomura call himself pretty, when just before he had been so insecure about himself that he almost didn’t want you to see. You had a feeling that in the future when he felt insecure, all you’d have to do was fuck him to make those thoughts go away.

You smiled. “My f’kin pretty boy, Tomu. You’re doing so good for me.”

He began twitching beneath you, scratching your back up and gripping onto you even tighter. Only a few seconds later, he came, spurting all over his and your chest. You were quick to follow, your hot seed painting his insides white.

You both laid there and breathed for a few moments, you wincing occasionally at the overstimulation from his hole clenching around you. His grip on you lessened, until his limbs fell beside him on the bed, utterly exhausted.

You smiled and kissed him, then slowly pulled yourself out so you could go grab a towel to clean him up.

[des-no9]

I'm going on Anon because i'm a bit shy about this but, I've seen a lot of Githyanki official art and fan made stuff and i was wondering if Githyanki can be fat? I supposed that since its a warrior race genetically engineered (twice!) to fight that they probably wouldn't have a high fat to body mass ratio However i *really* wanna make a fat githyanki oc Is there a way i can justify it in universe? Thank you!!!

Hey anon and thank you so much for messaging me about this. I'm so touched and happy to answer this!

I wanted to preface this first of all with:

you never need a reason to make, or have, a character fat. They just can be!! Because you want them to!! Fat isn't a bad word, just a descriptor. And I hope after this you can happily make a wonderful, gorgeous fat githyanki character who I can't wait to see!

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Okay. Now, moving on to lore and narratives and in universe reasons - it can absolutely be done.

As a detail orientated writer, I am a stickler for: consistency believability (doesn't have to be REAL or something 1:1 from our world just believable IN world etc)

NOTE: D&D has many different versions and inconsistences in lore, and my narrative consolidates in the BG3 5e verse, while taking parts from older versions I like and fitting them to make sense in my verse that I'm creating and expanding from BG3.

Much ramblings and answers under the cut :3 enjoy

TW: talk about bodies, fatphobia (kinda), genetic engineering

Okay so, we know at least in all verses that githyanki were genetically engineered twice (illithids first, then Vlaakith(s) with the change to eggs, and streamlining their race to become superior, powerful etc), and their race as has been documented and described by others in universe, and in source books, is tall, thin, long limbs, bony, and they seem in similar strucuture to illithids.

This makes a lot of sense in the way that the illithids were probably breeding them to become perfect hosts for their tadpoles and ceremorphosis, from what they see their bodies turn into. And we know that illithids have specific body types they seek out for their own perfection, whether we like it or not.

Vanquish is fat. It doesn't hinder her whatsoever. In-fact Voss is drawn to her a lot because of it and finds such beauty in her fatness and the softness of her skin. This does allude to fatness not being common in githyanki and something he likes about istik and her. And yeah, you can make it uncommon in githyanki! That's fine! But it still CAN happen in githyanki.

So for lore reasons to have a fat githyanki character I think there are many ways you could easily do it:

1: Independent githyanki. This githyanki could have, for example, been raised by non-githyanki, and therefore has not had a life subjected to their stringent training, diet, routine etc, and eventual life between Material and Astral which would and does effect things like their digestive system. Having their body adjusted from birth to a different environment could start to alter their body's stubborn pre-disposition to a low body fat %. Also, not constantly living in a kind of hypervigilance and violence the githyanki seem to live in may just let the body relax.

2: Different creches and planes Coming a little from the above idea - and from my genitals HC about variance in their bodies - I think that their can be and IS differences in their bodies depending on the creche they were born in, and also plane.

For example, being nearer to void magic, in a volatile climate, low gravity, colder climate etc. For a githyanki growing up in a colder climate, having more body fat would be better for them (if we take into account OUR biology, but they are aliens and their bodies probably work differently to ours. For instance they are SO strong even being so very thin dkfjdf etc). But honestly, it doesn't matter the reasoning. Some creches could just give variance in body type because they CAN and this is magic and magic does shit like this and for the past hundreds and thousands of years this is how the bodies of githyanki from Creche An'vak are, like the ears from those from Creche Ishk often split at the end.

They just are.

3: Genetic anomaly If you like the theory that their low body fat and frame is deeply bred and genetically engineered etc into them, this works. Because genetic anomalies happen all the time, so githyanki being born and retaining body fat and getting fat, much fatter than we see them as, could definitely just happen.

Depending on how cruel you view the githyanki as a whole, or that particular creche, or even if that githyanki wasn't raised in a creche etc (lots of possibilities), once the varsh sees that their body is developing different to how they 'should' be, then they may be discarded as a liability, or you can work many different and creative narrative ways into how and why they survive. (For example, once they see that their body doesn't hinder their ability to fight, then why dispose of them?)

I'm sure there are many, many other ways I'm not thinking about, but these are some of the main ways that I would probably write about and would come up in my narratives.

4: Wild Card! Githyanki/istik child. This also raises several other complciations and questions of how githyanki and other races could reproduce (that's for another huge post LOL) but, since in the future Vanquish and Orpheus have a kid (an heir, technically) it would be remiss of me to not mention this. And well, a mixed githyanki kid, too, could be fat!

Also, depending on the part of their timeline I'm writing in (for example, during their enslavement, directly after, now) the reasoning and frequency of fat githyanki can be different to me in the narrative.

I hope this helped a lot, anon. If you have any more questions or want to ask anything else, please, please let me know! This was a LOT of fun to write. Thank you! x

[anti-terf-posts]

do you also care about TERFs within the trans community who attack trans people for not having the “correct” genitals? the scope of this problem is enormous. for every person I find who accepts and supports AFAB trans women, there seem to be five more who will attack and misgender us. I’ve been subjected to misogyny and racism and bioessentialism from so many ‘biologically male’ trans women who claim to hate being categorized that way, right up until they want to use it to bully and exclude people like me. it’s disgusting and I guarantee it’s a big reason why so many people become transphobic - they see the way people like me are treated by the trans community at large and they decide never to come out, because they know how much hostility they’ll face from other trans people, and they end up thinking transness is just a big joke pushed by hypocrites.

this was really well said, anon 👏 spreading hate to “undesirable” trans people will do nothing but make transphobes hate us more. they’re already looking for excuses to dislike us, so why give them another reason to? AFAB trans women and AMAB men are just as valid as the next trans person, so remember to show them some love 🏳️‍⚧️ ❤️

[enbycrip]

While TERFs and transphobes continually seek to undermine the rights of trans young people to receive trans-affirming healthcare such as puberty blockers, it is important to remember that they, like much of the medical establishment, are very happy for intersex infants to be subjected to non-medically necessary surgeries - usually for the purely aesthetic purposes of making their genitals appear more like “traditional cis ones” - long before they are capable of giving informed consent to them.

More than that, there are thousands of documented examples of medical professionals lying to parents about non-traditional reproductive systems in order to coerce them into subjecting their babies and children into unnecessary surgeries:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/health-39979186.amp

https://www.hrw.org/report/2017/07/25/i-want-be-nature-made-me/medically-unnecessary-surgeries-intersex-children-us

These often cause issues requiring more and more surgeries as those intersex babies grow up, causing a great deal of unnecessary pain and suffering, and can mean the removal of sensitive tissues and the buildup of scar tissue that can make sex painful, cause trauma, and reduce the person’s enjoyment of it as an adult.

This is yet another example of how imposition of the sex/gender binary - instead of recognising them as spectra - is incredibly harmful across society. People deserve to find out who they are for themselves *and* to be believed when they *know* who they are instead of being shoved into rigid, harmful boxes that reflect ideology instead of reality.

(The artist is @LenaDirschel on Twitter and @BoPolenta on IG.)

[spanishskulduggery]

Maybe I'm dumb, but I'm having issues using Spanish descriptors. When is the right time to add "de" and when is it not? I would have "restaurante mexicano", but then my head would spin at "maestro de español". I know this is a stupid question, but I don't like how confused I am... is there some rule that denotes when "de" is appropriate to indicate a descriptor, like how you explained "cual" and "que" to me?

With this particular example it's about the nationality and how it comes across

If you said restaurante de México it would be "a restaurant from Mexico" as if the restaurant had originally been in Mexico (which could happen for foreign chains)

And if you said maestro español it would sound like "a Spanish teacher" as in the teacher is from Spain

(el) español is "the Spanish language", but español / española is "Spanish" or "Spaniard", so it becomes a different thing

...This can be especially useful if you don't know the gentilicio "demonym" of what someone is called when they're from a place - like there's a city in Spain called Huelva - someone from there is called onubense ... so un hombre onubense = un hombre de Huelva ; that's an irregular one though, a lot of them are generally straight-forward but still

It also helps if you don't know the nationality like danés/danesa is "Dane/Danish" but then the country is Dinamarca "Denmark"

You may also run into some cities/states/etc where it could be like un restaurante chico "a small restaurant" vs. un restaurante de Chico "a restaurant from (or potentially "in") Chico"

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But for your example, it's especially important for genders - say you have una maestra francesa "a French teacher" as in "a female teacher who is French" vs. una maestra de francés "a French teacher" as in a "female teacher who teaches French"

Same idea with de inglés "English-related" vs. inglés/inglesa "English" the nationality; or un profesor/una profesora de literatura inglesa "an English literature teacher" for example has nothing to do with their nationality at all

Subjects in school are generally considered nouns, but especially in something where you could confuse someone's nationality with the subject they teach

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In general if you're talking about adjectives by themselves they don't usually need a de

The adjectival phrases with de are normally de + noun (person, place, or thing)

Sometimes with nationalities it's a bigger difference like above

Other times it can be sort of whichever one you feel like - as in una camisa roja "a red shirt" vs. una camisa de color rojo is "a red-colored shirt" [lit. "a shirt of red color"; where de color (algo) is an adjectival phrase]

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You will sometimes see de + adjective + noun or de + noun + adjective; same general idea as the other it's just a longer phrase

As an example - de primera is understood as "first-rate", probably de primera categoría ...as de segunda is "second-rate" or sometimes understood as "second class (citizen)" probably again de segunda categoría

But that's different from something like de primera mano "first-hand" where it is specifically "first + hand", and again de segunda mano would be "second-hand" which would mean like a thrift store or "second-hand" clothes etc.

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Again, not really a set rule aside from a few where it's very important to make a distinction

[Also, side note, de + algo is sometimes referred to as "genitive" in case systems but it's - "of" or "belonging to", where it can also be property/possession in some cases; like la casa de mi amigo "my friend's house" vs a simple su casa "his house" which is much simpler but vague, as it could be "her house" or "their house" too - de + pronoun can be used to indicate clear ownership when something could be vague....... still considered a kind of adjectival phrase, but not the kind of adjective you'd immediately think of]

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If you have any other specific examples you want me to go over, just message me it can be sort of hard to generalize when some examples come up but I hope that sort of helps

[my-castles-crumbling]

I have a question cas. 

trans women say they’re women because they are a women, they’re body just doesn’t reflect that… I guess? 

but terfs say that a women isn’t a women unless the body shows that- eg, uterus. 

so either terfs are trying to tell trans women that what they finally know about themselves, that they’re a women, is just not true because they say so? or that a women is only defined by her uterus.

cause that doesn’t feel very feminist. 

i’m not thinking of becoming a terf or anything, trans women are women- i’m not fucking rishi sunak or jkr, but like, what is their argument? I know it’s wrong but what ACTUALLY is it? Cause you’d think, given most of them are so proud to be terfs, they’d have a definition?

so what is it? i’m confused. I know there’s no need to make sense of these people but why?  

Hi! I'm gonna address this point-by-point. Also, TW: discussion of transphobia, genitalia, etc.

I have a question cas. 

trans women say they’re women because they are a women, they’re body just doesn’t reflect that… I guess? 

Yeah, to put it simply. Trans women are (usually) assigned male at birth and sometimes start out with male genitals. There are exceptions to this (intersex people). And some trans people, of course, choose to get surgery.

but terfs say that a women isn’t a women unless the body shows that- eg, uterus. 

Yeah, that tends to be the usual argument. There's more to it, but yeah.

so either terfs are trying to tell trans women that what they finally know about themselves, that they’re a women, is just not true because they say so? or that a women is only defined by her uterus.

Both. They insist that trans women are mentally ill or perverted, and that a woman is defined by her uterus and genitalia. Which is so wrong, because not all people with XX chromosomes or assigned female at birth even have those things.

cause that doesn’t feel very feminist. 

HALLELUJAH! SAY IT FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!

i’m not thinking of becoming a terf or anything, trans women are women- i’m not fucking rishi sunak or jkr, but like, what is their argument? I know it’s wrong but what ACTUALLY is it? Cause you’d think, given most of them are so proud to be terfs, they’d have a definition?

so what is it? i’m confused. I know there’s no need to make sense of these people but why?  

Basically, from my limited knowledge on the subject, terfs argue that to be a woman, you have to have XX chromosomes, have a uterus, a vag*na, etc. You have to have been raised as a woman and experienced womanhood (whatever the fuck that means).

It's a lot of bullshit. I think it's based on a few things:

Fear. A lot of terfs are very uneducated and assume trans people are actually cis men trying to assault cis women or take away from cis women in some way.. Which is obviously so wrong. trans women are just women who want to live their lives.

Ignorance. Again, terfs are uneducated and don't understand what it means to be trans. They also don't understand their own arguments and the fallacies in them: not all people with XX chromosomes, for example, have uteruses.

Transphobia. A lot of people see being trans as very taboo, and don't want to be associated with it or accept it. So of course, they don't want trans women as a part of the feminist movement.

This is a stretch, but I also think it has to do with sexism. Stay with me here, but terfs see trans women as men, right? (They're not, but just stay with me). And when men do feminine things, it's always SO deeply frowned upon. Because how DARE someone AMAB act feminine. It's seen as disgusting. Men need to be men- protectors, not emotional, not weak (yes, I know being fem isn't weak, but from their POV...). SO I think it's actually deeply-ingrained sexism as well, if that makes sense.

I hope that helps a bit! It's a horrible, horrible mindset, and the fact that JKR promotes it is so upsetting, tbh.

[possumsinpeoplesuits]

So, every once in a while, I have to rant about something online before I just start blabbing to some poor unfortunate Wendy's employee about niche internet pornography. Sometimes in the middle of that rant I realize I might be onto something, and have to share it with others who might benefit.

Today, that subject is the Omegaverse, and the squandered potential for worldbuilding therein.

Now, this post is gonna have some very broad generalizations about the genre, because while I'm certain there's plenty of authors who do put a lot of thought into the pedantic details I'm about to have a Category 5 Autism Event about, it's been difficult to find them amongst a sea of painfully mediocre fics.

For every stellar Locked Tomb Omegaverse fic set in a modern day Taco Bell (Seriously, I want to engrave Double the Meat onto a satellite and launch it into space so that extraterrestrials can see the peak of human civilization) there's like... a million and one Alpha Male/Omega Female pairings written by Conservative Mormon housewives that dare to ask such questions as "What if a man and a woman could have a baby?" and "What the hell is consent?"

But I'm not here to be mentally ill about yet another space being drowned in heteronormativity. Nor am I gonna be a dick about the first fics written by teenagers who're just dipping into fan communities, because my terminally online since the age of 11 ass would be a huge hypocrite for that.

No, instead I'm here to talk about genitals, and deliver just enough sciencey technobabble to justify my passionate opinions about the potential of what is, ostensibly, werewolf porn.

So, for those who've somehow gotten through all these paragraphs but have zero idea what the Omegaverse is, the basic gist is that there are three sex categories that're separate and occur within the usual sexes that humans already have. Effectively, this means that male, female, and intersex individuals can also be Alphas, Betas, or Omegas.

So, to understand these categories, there's a pretty simple rule. Alphas can get Omegas pregnant, regardless of physical sex. Sometimes Alphas are bigger than normal, and Omegas are more petite, but that's not quite as much of a core "rule" to follow, and more just dependent on people's tastes. Betas usually follow standard human dimorphism, though I have seen some people headcanon them as a sort of halfway point between Alpha and Omega.

There's some more details, too, like the presence of knotting (where the base of the penis swells and prevents pulling out during orgasm), heat cycles and rut (where the mating instinct goes into fucking overdrive in the most literal sense), pheromones, bite marking, and sometimes that whole... imprinting thing from Twilight.

So, taking this all into account... Omegaverse fiction has the potential for a BARE MINIMUM of 6-9 SEXES before even taking the vast spectrum of gender identities and presentations into account.

Do you see what I'm on about now? When our society is still struggling with the concept of being nonbinary, and barely ever even acknowledges intersexuality as existing, any Omegaverse setting would be radically different on a biological, psychological, and sociological level.

Can ya see now why I get frustrated when it gets stripped down to compulsive heterosexuality with wolf dicks?

Now, with all the standard tropes laid out like this, we get back to the question that started this all, the question that should be a no brainer when it comes to smut... What them genitals look like? What does a female Alpha, or a male Omega have down there? I have three concepts in mind, and explanations on how they could work from a scientific perspective that's just barely not bullshit enough to overcome suspension of disbelief!

So, the first thought, and the one that initially appeals to me as a nonbinary person... they just look trans. This concept is really simple to work with, because we can just look at real life trans people and just tweak things a little bit. Maybe primary and secondary sexual characteristics operate independently naturally, or maybe there's HRT for it. It's a pretty common method, too, and I enjoy seeing it... but it feels like it needs something more?

Don't get me wrong, this one's basically my personal gold standard for shorter Omegaverse stories, especially fanfiction, but it's also just... swapping parts around. Great for ease of access, but hard to differentiate from the trans experience. Definitely a go-to if you want to play with transition in an alternate society, though.

For the other two, I have to explain a bit about fetal development and reproductive organ equivalents. Also a bit of genetics, too, because it's where we're gonna fuck around and build a lot of theoretical bullshit around a little bit of real knowledge.

So! Some of you may have heard that every fetus starts as female, but might not know some of the mechanisms at work when that changes, and how finicky they can be. This is also fun to throw at TERFs, because ambiguity throws a wrench in the simplistic arguments of reactionary bigots. :)

So, the usual arrangement of sex determining genes is often simplified to XX=female and XY=male. This leaves out other variations like Klinefelter syndrome (XXY) which affects 1 in 500 people under the AMAB umbrella, causing some degree of infertility, autism symptoms, and a somewhat androgynous body shape. (I've been checked for this one! It came up negative, but reading about it was enlightening.)

Now, the presence of a Y chromosome (usually) causes the proto-organs to change function, and develop into the male-aligned reproductive systems at roughly, say... 6-8 weeks? (Unless, of course, there a deficiency in the 5α-Reductase enzyme, which causes a delay in some of this process, resulting in a child that appears female, then just... grows a dick during puberty when the higher levels of testosterone overcome the deficiency and finish off the primary sexual trait development.)

Hey, wanna know the fun thing? Even that is an oversimplification. The whole Y chromosome doesn't mean shit unless the sex-determining region Y gene is in the right place. It can just... fuck off and attach to the X chromosome. If this mutation occurs in XY individuals, it causes Swyer's syndrome, resulting in a female aligned reproductive system that just doesn't include functioning ovaries, just purposeless ambiguous gonads. Pair that fucky X chromosome with another X chromosome, and you get a male with XX chromosomes.

Plus, if someone has a faulty androgen receptor? Well, partial androgen insensitivity can leave things ambiguous, but if it just doesn't work at all? Yeah, everything will develop along the female blueprint, despite the fact that the gonads are testes.

I swear this is still about the porn.

So, with the information we have about these real, existent conditions, we have a good idea of reproductive development, and the mechanisms at play. Now, there's still some theory that's not been definitively proven yet, but the current consensus on the primary sexual equivalents are as follows:

The clitoris forms into the penis, while the vaginal canal doesn't form.

The ovaries become testes, or stay as undefined gonads.

The salpinx become the vas deferens (these are the tubes that transfer eggs or seminal fluids, respectively. More on this later.)

And finally, and the most theoretical, the uterus is believed to become the prostate. (There's sometimes a little pocket, or divot in the prostate, and the arrangement makes sense, but it's still up for debate.)

But how do we use this for our fuck fics, you ask? How do we take your failed medical career, and translate it into Destiel's babies ever after? Well, it's quite simple! We just have to add the bullshit!

So, most alterations to the SRY gene or the androgen receptor tends to just wholesale alter the whole array, and the midway point usually results in infertility and difficulty with sexual function, but what if we could change this? What if, for the purpose of our fiction, we can mix and match everything, and somehow make it all functional and neat? Well, fasten your fuckin' seatbelts, because we're finally at the theories I made while delirious due to a combination of sleep deprivation and the after effects of eating an entire ice cream cake to myself over the weekend.

So, the firmest idea, and the idea I'll be using because I am WAY too deep into this to not write Omegaverse unironically, is what I've dubbed the Primary/vestigal system for f!A and m!O characters.

So, this theory would require that we shove two things into suspension of disbelief. One, we have to completely fuck with androgen and estrogen receptors to mix and match the development of primary and secondary sexual characteristics. Two, I have absolutely no idea how you'd be able to tell when this is going to occur. Maybe genetic testing, or maybe it's just a surprise? Depends on your style of story.

Effectively, we'd base this off the delayed primary sexual characteristic development mentioned above. Alpha Females would operate similar to the real thing, being born looking typically female, before puberty hits and the Alpha genes take over for the genital development, while secondary characteristics still follow a feminine shape. Maybe the gonads stay inside, but function as testes? Sure, sperm production is more effective around 1-2 degrees lower than normal body temperature, but it doesn't stop entirely.

For Omega Males, the process would occur in reverse. Maybe the testes just change course and go back into the abdomen to become ovaries, or maybe they don't descend at all and the first clue this is happening would just be finding a vaginal canal forming?

I like this one primarily because it feels like a less 1 to 1 allegory for being queer, but still feels kind of relatable? You can, of course, still have the end result resemble the first method mentioned waaaaay up past the sciencey bits, but I kind of like the idea of there being a vestigial remnant of the birth parts left behind. I like the ambiguity, and the chance to explore how this would affect someone appeals to me.

Now, my last theory is mostly for the lulz, but this must be DOCUMENTED for POSTERITY'S SAKE.

So, Omegaverse started with m/m shipping with mpreg, right? Well, a lot of the earlier fiction just... describes typical cis male anatomy, with zero explanation for exactly how this is all occurring. There's just... anal sex, and then that somehow forms babby.

Well, what if I told you that I've figured it out? See, remember how I mentioned that the prostate is theoretically what became of the fetal uterine tissue? Guess where the prostate is? Guess. GUESS.

THE ASS IS WHERE!

So, we just have to bullshit the prostate back into a functioning uterus, but leave the placement in close proximity to the anus. Now, the other problem is that that would mean that there's an opening leading to the colon, which... look, I have no idea how birds and lizards keep their cloaca from getting infected, but connecting other tracts to the asshole doesn't usually end well.

So, we have to find a way to seal it up when not in use. Now, the cervix serves this purpose in the real world, opening to let in fluids, or let out discharge or, y'know... a baby, but that's really expensive so most of us settle for having a breeding kink that we never act on, and instead impose on our favorite blorbos who don't have to pay for health insurance.

But still, even with a butt-cervix, bacteria's still likely to get in, so we need a firmer block. I've suggested a little flap like the epiglottis in the throat as a second line of defense. If it can protect your trachea from wayward chicken nuggets, then hey! It might not be terrible for keeping sepsis at bay!

Unfortunately, layering extra protection over the bussy business zone ain't gonna cut it. Hell, as self cleaning as the vagina is, infections happen all the damn time, even if your hygiene is good. So, we need to take that self cleaning nature, apply it to the bussy business zone, and crank it up to eleven. Just constant mucousal discharge, pushing all the bad back out.

So, yeah. Your favorite Omega Man'll have a rectal womb covered with a secondary internal assflap that's constantly discharging a steady stream of slime (just consider it free lube!), but if you can make it past that, you can live your dreams of gettin' that bussy mpregged by cumming in they gay ass. Then they'd just kinda... poop out the baby, presumably.

So there you have it! Three in-depth explorations of how Omegaverse genitals can work! I'm gonna go take my psych meds and fucking SLEEP.

[chinesegal]

Sometimes I just want to slap my dad in the face for being such a bigoted asshole.

Today I debated him about Imane Khelif's inclusion in women's boxing-he argued that she shouldn't be allowed because her XY karyotype.

He acknowledges the existence of women with XY chromosomes but since the prevalence is only 1 in 4000 individuals he considers the likelihood of her being a man is far greater-or at least he thinks there should be an objective criteria for inclusion in women's sports and chromosomes are the closest to perfect one there is, even if there are exceptions.

He said that he believes Khelif should compete in the male sports teams out of fairness to other female athletes.

I brought up how Khelif was raised as a girl and how unlikely it would be for her to be transgender in a country where it's illegal to change your gender and has no services for medically transitioning. She was assigned female at birth, raised a girl and even told she couldn't box because girls aren't supposed to.

(I don't believe that excluding Khelif would be justified even if she is trans, but my point was how humiliating and dehumanizing it would be for someone who grew up being told they couldn't do things because they're a girl and subjected to a misogynistic society to be told that you aren't a woman anymore).

(Plus, I felt that acceptance of trans people is another topic).

I asked him if he thinks women with XY-chromosomes should compete in the male teams, even if they have sex traits considered female including genitalia.

He replied "of course there are women with penises" which I found really strange because he's stated before that he doesn't consider transgender women to be women. I don't believe that genitals or sex characteristics determine your gender, but transphobes and conservatives in general tend to argue that your gender is determined by "what's in your pants" so I found that surprising.

When I asked him what he meant, he showed me the wikipedia page on intersex people. He mentioned that there are people born with ambiguous genitalia but that chromosomes are as close to an objective determinant of gender/sex as possible

It was then I asked him what he thinks is an objective qualifier of sex and gender since he said that there are exceptions to both genitalia and sex chromosomes-I said something along the lines of: "You've said that trans women aren't women because of having male genitalia, but there are women that do have male genitals as well as women with XY? Then what do you consider an objective determinant of gender/sex?"

To which he laughed and the conversation ended here.

[ston3domm3]

I'm still working on this blog, but let's start with something I can pin to tell you a little about me and this blog!

I'm a 19 yo. white tma stone femme4butch/stud t4t L4L stone4stone lesbian, domme-leaning but definitely subby for the right dyke

Not exclusively a blog for kink stuff I will also just Say Things sometimes (especially abt transmisogyny and feminism but really all kinds of political shit)

Open to horny dms/asks from butches/studs or non-horny dms from any adult lesbian

If I RB anything of yours and you want me to delete please lmk and I'll take it down

Terms 🖤

You can call me miss, ma'am, mommy, goddess, queen

Sub labels are only for those who I've given permission to, and I'll lyk which ones to use

Kinks 🖤

- i love being worshipped

- being served (by service tops), especially bossing them around

- begging (especially subs begging for permission to touch/serve me)

- praise giving and receiving

- degradation giving and receiving

- primal sub

- impact top and sadist

- switching (loss or gain of control)

- occasional watersports top but I won't post about it here, dm me if you're curious

- exhibitionism sub

- puppy play domme (lover of leashes and collars)

- cnc sub (would cnc dom but hard to figure out while being a stone bottom) particularly for dormaphilia and intox but I do like high-resistance

- non-sexual age play (CGL specifically)

Limits/boundaries ❌️

- referring to ny genitals as big, hard, thick, etc.

- terms like dude, bro, man, these are not gender neutral to me, and I will treat them as misgendering

- any sexualization of bigotry (raceplay, sexual misgendering, forced bisexuality, etc.)

- scat

- snuff

- literally anything involving men keep it away from me pls

- incest of any form

- sexual age play is a no

- anything involving me topping or doing anything stone femmes wouldn't do, my dick is not for topping!!

These lists are subject to change, and not everything is mentioned here!

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Lilith In The First House: Raw Powerful Daemons, The Witches Of Society.

I want to start off with a little introduction to the story of lilith in her human form.

Lilith was a woman who lived naturally, in the forest with her children and amongst animals. She stayed true to her self and her aura would captivate the men of the city, who at the time were religious and created cults around said religion. Lilith was the woman who did not move like anyone else outside of the village , so this made her magnetic. She was being who she was and men seeing her out and about not connecting with the rest of society they would eventually find ways to where they could control lilith. Lilith being who she was she wouldn't back down, so they painted her the devil. They would taunt her, bully her, abuse her, and do nasty things to her until the great 'death' happen. She became EXACTLY who they made her out to me.

The Devil. Daemon. A spirit that reckons chaos in the world.

Now lilith wasn't always like this, she just had to transform because this scares off the men and the women who cant tame her. Who cant have her. Who have a problem with who she is and try to abuse her again and again.

Her full power came from the shadows of her psyche, and it boasted in full glory once she had enough.

So now, we get to Lilith in the first house. These beings literally could walk a mile in her shoes, because the journey that awaits them is a show that they will never forget.

You are a natural problem to society, because society has been programmed and brainwashed to believe that anyone who does anything outside of the religious doctrine is a serpent of the devil and must be tamed. You are the serpent, but you know waaaay more than what people think. Lilith first housers get to play the 'devil' so to speak because they already know the truth on how this world truly works, and none of it had to do with these made up rules.

Society picks at you, because they are not you. They are 'repulsed' by you because they are repulsed by themselves. The innate desire to have freedom is suppressed in the bodies of those who look to be normal in this world and you had no desire to be that way since the day you were born. It is no wonder you came out to be the black sheep amongst family, having to deal with the tough crowds and mean words. Having to constantly figure out if youre friends truly love you, because youre too different for everyone to be around.

Different is good, but in this world they make it seem terrifying.

When you tap into yourself, you have this untamed magnetic aura that is hard to ignore. One thing that I have mentioned with strong lilith placement holders is that, a lot of your personal power comes from the womb/genital area (sacral) and a little bit in the belly (solar). It shows of a little invisible kind of like a plutonian but it is heavily felt. So no matter how you look or how you dress, people notice this in you and because your raw power is near the sacral (womb/genital) area peoples psyche automatically think (sex) because the power is in your sexual energy!

You might of had a deal of people thinking you wanted to have sex, or was being seductive. Even when you weren't, and then when you tell them thats not whats going on you then have them trying to abuse you for making them 'feel things'. It was all in their imagination and now its your fault. Kind of what they did to lilith.

At some point in time, you go through 'the great death' like lilith and become the darkness of your fears, wounds, and trauma only so you can heal them. You heal through chaos/dark magic. And you are a beckon to those who cannot see in the dark, thats who mama lilith was and is. <3

Hope this helps. Will definitely post more on this subject because I love this.

[barbiegirldream]

you’re braver than i’ll ever be

it's not even bravery it's just me thinking of dream as a person who already has gone through one gay bashing and not being so stuck with a stick of psychosis up my ass i want him to be subjected to that again. because mr no more fucks given is actually the king of i give a fuck island. and dnf real or not if he wanted people in the gp to know they'd know. this constant lets out our faves in the replies so everyone knows we stan gay guys it's terrifying. it's not even just dnf. this response to the closet being outing people is just homophobia outing people is an act of violence. always has been you don't get a pass cause you suck the same genitals