Dynamics Pt. III: Date Night
A little (okay, well, a lot) Sven and Mimi story for the weekend! Happy Saturday everyone. Enjoy! As usual, NSFW.
Revelations Pt. 3: The Shadows
Here is the final NSFW part of the Revelations short story just in time for Valentine’s! Part one is here, part two is here for those of you who’d like to catch up. Enjoy!
When I am sick to the back teeth of cliched Femdom/Malesub images then I google for pictures of “conventional” romance and write a new, kinkier story in my head. Try it. It’s so much fun. And hot. Hotter than any of the cliched porn crap could ever be.
*fans self*
The Patriarchy Even Denies Women The Right To Fully Love A Man
You know what pisses me off, even though women are supposed to be these passive creatures utterly devoted to their men, the patriarchy denies us the right to even fully and properly LOVE a man. It denies us even enough agency to be allowed to care for and about a man the way men are women.
- We’re supposed to wait to be protected by our knight in shining armor, we’re never allowed to stand up and fight alongside our partner. Like if there’s a noise downstairs, and you actually CARE about someone, you don’t let them go down there alone to check it out, you grab a heavy object and you go downstairs with them, because two people are more capable of overpowering a wild animal or intruder than one.
- We’re not supposed to care how men look, so we can’t think our boyfriend/husband/partner is the most fucking beautiful thing on earth, and we’re shallow if that was ANY part of the reason we chose to be with him. Because we live in a heteronormative patriarchal society men aren’t ever supposed to be “attractive” or “sexy”
- We’re supposed to passively receive expensive gifts and not give the same in return (semi-understandable with the wage gap, but still)
- We’re supposed to let our men protect us, sacrifice themselves for us, and are somehow castrating harpies if we lift a finger to stand up for them in return. It’s supposedly emasculating to be a man who has a woman who loves you enough to fight for you, and that’s REALLY fucked up, because if you really truly and completely love someone, you WILL stand up to help them when they need you.
- We’re apparently “emasculating” our partners if we try to earn more money to help support them, or buy them nice things because we care about them.
- We’re so fully objectified that we’re objects capable of receiving love and lust, but never giving them in return.
Instead we’re supposed to sacrifice our identities, our dreams in exchange for a white knight who will protect us from the scary world, and honestly, that’s not fucking romantic, that’s… if it were actually necessary the most purely mercenary thing I can think of doing. We’re told women don’t like “nice guys” if we don’t date a white knight (and punished) because womanly love is actually supposed to be coldly pragmatic according to society, and we’re breaking the script if we don’t choose an option society sees as “The best host for our benevolent parasitism” All we’re allowed to do (and therefore what we are ALWAYS supposed to do) is stroke wounded feelings and look pretty.
And fuck that, i don’t want to be forced to be a parasite, I don’t want to be the fragile pixie who’s character is defined be her romantic entanglement, I actually want to be allowed to be a person who loves another person, and is that actually too much to ask?
YES. THIS. WILD APPLAUSE.
So Many Questions!
There are a massive group of people who are kinky but “aren’t like those people.” who have no desire to be part of the scene and don’t want to wear a vinyl outfit and play in public. How on earth do we make all of those otherwise ‘nilla people realise that there are others who want what they want and how the hell to we get them together. What about the people who feel that kink is a big part of their sexuality but also that they’d feel self indulgent and uncomfortable with “kink pride” and coming out because of straight privilege? What about the people who feel that it’s something that’s very private? Do we even need to do that? What if we just melt into relationships with non kinky people? We know that sometimes this does work and that sometimes this does not.
What about closeted dominant women?
Does this disconnect between the those who do want to play in public mean that we have to find a whole new scene for those who don’t? Does that even make any sense when these people specifically didn’t joint a scene in the first place?
I’m trying to make this into some kind of cogent blog, but I want to throw ideas about first. Really, this is just a range of questions for debate.
Please, comment away to your heart’s content!
Love this movie. Love it.
This is an extended cut of a boxing scene between Apollo and Starbuck in Battlestar Galactica. It’s not overtly sexual, but oh my god, how moving and emotional. What a way to purge emotion. I saw this this afternoon and just had to share it. Boxing has always been a fantasy of mine and here it’s clear that a kinky undertone doesn’t have to include nudity or sex but deep emotion. I’ve watched this a few times now and I’m still stunned speechless by it. It’s so moving. It’s also hot. That said, hot seems too shallow an adjective for this but it is. It’s perfect. Really, really perfect.
Blog: Strength and Submission
A couple of evenings ago I went out for coffee with some people who I knew in school and at university.
Signal boost because I think the blogs keep getting lost amid the pics.
Blog: Strength and Submission
A couple of evenings ago I went out for coffee with some people who I knew in school and at university.
you know those nights where you just want to nurture the shit out of somebody
and like
do all the shmoopy romantic stuff of slowing pushing someone’s boundaries until they describe how they feel using dumb metaphors about flying and drugs and stuff
and they’re kneeling at the edge of your bed with their cheek in your palm and your knee and there are still tears in their eyes and you kiss their forehead and it’s perfect
and you can’t believe how much they let you have, how much they let you take
and you make them sit up straight like a good pet so you can see all their bruises and they smile shyly and it’s adorable and you stick your finger in their mouth and they nibble at it and you’re like ahhhhh you’re perfect
YOU KNOW THOSE NIGHTS WHERE YOU JUST WANT SOMEONE TO DO THAT TO
ugh i’m the best at being in relationships it’s seriously a loss to everyone who’s currently not dating me
All this.
Maybe one of my favourite films ever. Cry like a baby every time.