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I don’t understand the concept of sex as the natural progression of romance. I understand having sex, I understand how it can be romantic, I just don’t understand how it is seen as the only course that romance takes.
Like love confessions immediately turning to sex is always so ???????? to me. Like ok get it I guess but how did we get here???
#it’s just very confusing to me#i don’t quite get how romance and sex are connected#to me those are two very disconnected things#like yeah i could probably hook up with a hot girl at a club#but i don’t think id ever confess my love to someone and immediately#jump their bones or whatever#what even is love actually#might be aro#idk#asexual#aroace#cw sex mention#asexuality#cw sexuality#arospec#acespec#my txt
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Hello! I hope you're doing well. In a previous answer to an ask, you mentioned how little people are often seen as inherently promiscuous/kinky, or completely taboo when it comes to sex. I was wondering, how should someone go about writing a character with dwarfism in sexual settings/situations?
(Sorry if this question seems weird, I don't think I can find my words very well today. Thank you for your time! )
cw: sex and sexuality
Hello! Yes, as a disabled person, I experience the dichotomy of being both hypersexualized and desexualized by the able bodied community. And as a little person specifically, I know the culture surrounding my body to be incredibly objectifying and othering - that sex with a little person is often seen as taboo. This actively affected the way I entered the sexual world, and put me at risk for harm within it. I've had to be very intentional with the people I choose to have access to my body, and I've had to become self-taught when it comes to how sex works for me. I now have a very vibrant, wonderful sex life, but it's taken a lot of work to get here lol I would love to see some positive sexual dwarf characters in media!
When it comes to writing a little person in sexual situations/settings, you'll want to keep several things in mind to do it well:
Make sure you know your basics re:anatomy - flexibility, reach, positions, etc. are all affected by the physical limitations of dwarfism. For example, I cannot wrap my legs all the way around my partner, nor can I reach his or my bits while lying down.
Give your dwarf characters vibrant, autonomous sex lives. Make them the expers on their own body and make their sexuality as normal of a topic as it is for abled folks.
(In the case of interabled sex) Do not make their sexual partners saints or conquerers. It's not heroic or impressive for an abled person to date or sleep with a little person. The abled partner is not throwing them a bone. Little people are just as beautiful and sexy and as able bodied people, and their partner(s) should know that.
Adding complexity to your little characters will inherently help prevent objectification, tokemism, or desexualization. Showing that your dwarf characters have rich lives that intersect naturally with other characters will humanize them and embrase their bodies.
I hope this helps!! I don't often talk about sex on here so I found this ask refreshing! If you have more questions on the topic let me know!
- Elliot (they/them)
#asks#dwarfism#disabled#cw sexuality#disability#dwarfism awareness#little people#disability awareness
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went down the rabbit hole on YouTube of other black ppl who are aromantics, virgins, never dated, etc. and I’m sitting here cheesing so hard bc I’ve never felt so validated. Like it’s not something I’ve ever felt ashamed or bad about and I’ve never had the desire to lose the ‘v card’ or be in a relationship but I feel like sometimes it’s hard to talk to other people about who aren’t and it’s just reaaaally nice to see other people that look like you sharing the same experience.
#I was watching a mommy blogger expose vid#and now we’re here#but it’s so nice to feel validated in ur experience#cherry chats 🍒#aromantic#lgbtqia#like it gets hard when you have friends who talk about dating and sex and you can’t really relate to them#the main reason I don’t talk to many of my gfs anymore bc they’re in relationships and one’s pregnant#and I don’t have much to say#sexuality discussion#cw sexuality#they described everything I was feeling too#not wanting kids#not wanting to be married#and even not wanting to be touched
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I would like to talk about the Music Festival arc - aka my favorite Mairuma arc until now. I love them all tbh, this is just very close to my heart for several reasons.
[cw: non-suggestive discussion of s*x; if you are a s*x-repulsed asexual person you are very much welcome to interact, but this may not be the post for you, take care and proceed with caution ♡ edit: I'm uncensoring the words from here onwards thanks to a kind anon's suggestion]
To make it short, I love that the main theme of this arc is pleasure, and the desire for it. Honestly, it's very horny - but not in a slimy or creepy way, which is sadly quite rare in my experience.
The appreciation for pleasure coming from love (also platonic love) is there in several layers.
First, the plot itself, as Lilith cries out her desire to find "a love that burns like fire". She is not satisfied by most pretenders, and especially this frame spoke to me:
Because... Well... It's so true. I am an adult, and I had my share of sexual partners. The expressions people make irl are not always aesthetically pleasing, but who cares! We are told to strive to be always attractive, but in those moments of intimacy it's really not important, not as much as being fully present and enjoying the moment!
Then, can we talk about Kalego please?
I mean, Nishi here went all out and didn't even try to hide her fascination for ...discipline:
(and to be fully clear: I am NOT implying there is sexual tension between Kalego and his students, I am only referring to him!!!)
When I saw the whip I couldn't believe my eyes. Of course in that context it's not used that way, but it's very much recognizable as an adult tool... But more on this later.
Finally, I really like that the Misfits are growing up and finding out new things about themselves. They are characterized as high school students (even if we don't know how old they actually are), which is when humans tend to have their first experiences and explore their sexualities. They are building together this beautiful show full of emotions and desire, and honestly performing with other people is really an amazing feeling (I am a former musician and theater actor - let me tell you, every performance was fire).
Look at their faces: from here...
...to here.
They are shocked, but happy! And definitely feeling ...feelings.
And here is my main takeaway: I am really, really sad that sex is a taboo topic in our society, and when there's something about sex, it's mostly treated in a very bad way. This includes sex scenes in generic-audience movies, which I tend to dislike...
I hate that sex is handled like a dirty and secret thing. I hate that sex is mostly treated as something that has to do with power imbalance and taking advantage of someone else, usually men that "want to do stuff TO" women (nonbinary individuals like myself not found) - and too often not in a hot and consensual way. I hate that social media are becoming more and more sex-hostile, because investors fear these topics, and use children as a shield to justify limiting contents for adults as well. I hate that sexual education is mainly reserved for talking about pregnancies and, if the students are lucky, prevention of STDs. Solo or reciprocal pleasure? Consent? Treating it as a normal part of life for many people (and not ALL, again, asexual people exist)??? Naaaah, why do that, when you can make people feel shame and embarassment and perpetuate trauma.
Again, I am a grown-up now, and while this is legal and everything, I was conditioned to feel some level of shame nonetheless when talking about it irl (which I am working on). The whip I was writing about before (and the kneeling scene afterward)? It was a revolution in my brain. "So... That's a thing we can do...?"
(like that)
I plan on doing some adult drawings in the future, but there's a part of me that resists the idea, because adult entertainment usually involves some level of dehumanization... But you know what? I want to take it back and make it about pleasure and enjoyment as it should be.
Tbh, I could write a whole essay on the causes for all of the above and how they interact (patriarchy, capitalism, religions as power institutions, etc.), but this is not the place.
So I'll just say that I am really, really grateful to Nishi for including this arc in a manga for a young audience, as those are important years to build a healthy relationship with pleasure and one's own body. And as Sullivan said...
I'm very much convinced that Nishi is doing a great job at sending messages for inclusion and social equality in M!IK, taking the role of educator herself.
(Other reasons why I love the Music Festival arc are: Soi's story, Clara and Azz becoming closer, Iruma learning the piano, the appreciation of music itself, the immaculate art and more, but that's for another post!!!)
#mairimashita! iruma kun#m!ik#mairuma#iruma#manga analysis#welcome to demon school iruma kun#welcome to demon school#music festival arc#naberius kalego#m!ik kalego#kalego sensei#misfit class#asmodeus alice#cw sex mention#cw sexuality#tw sex mention#sex positivity#m!ik fandom#m!ik analysis
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Bo Sinclair x reader | Hell or High Water | Pt. 18
CONTENT WARNINGS: kissing/making out, sexuality, cigarette smoking
Sneaking in and out of Bo’s room became your new favorite pastime.
In-between your daily boring duties, you and Bo would tacitly grab each other’s attention with a wink or a smile or quite deliberately brushing past one another’s hips on your way to separate destinations (he’d always turn to watch your ass as you left). Sooner or later, you knew you two would end up in an empty house, Bo’s bedroom door cracked open, a mix of sweat and hands and breath enveloping you.
Bo’s fingers were forever stained with motor oil, but it never mattered, especially when he was frantically unbuttoning his shirt, his lips still focused on yours. Pinning you against the wall with one hand while the other crept inside your shirt, your back arching in response. A devious smile would spread across his face while he ran his tongue along his lips.
“I know what you need, baby…”
Before you knew it, your clothes were scattered on the ground, you and Bo gripping each other in a frenzy. Pleasing you seemed like second nature to him as he knew when and where to lay on the pressure or barely graze your skin.
Keeping your secret wasn’t difficult, but you played the part well.
One particular evening, you were washing dishes in the kitchen sink when a pair of arms snaked around your waist, grabbing you tightly.
“Hey, pretty thing,” Bo whispered, his warm lips quickly moving down to kiss your neck.
You grinned and wriggled from his grip. “Be careful! What if-”
“Y/N!” Lester called as he plodded in, work boots leaving a trail of mud through the front of the house.
Turning with a wince, you whined, “Man, I just mopped!”
“That’s why I was calling your name, honey-bun.”
He nodded his chin toward the mop bucket and slipped out of his shoes over to you and Bo.
“What do we got goin’ on here?” Lester’s eyes narrowed.
“What do you mean!?” shot out of your mouth.
Bo slid a toothpick in between his teeth and cooly leaned against the counter. “Ah, I was just tellin’ Y/N a little bit about cars, in case we ever want ‘em to fix up the truck.”
“Hmm,” Lester breathed. “Well it just so happens a headlight’s out. Ya get that far yet?”
“No, sir,” you chuckled, turning back to dry a plate.
Lester slapped his knee and hollered, “Hoo-wee! Now that’s what I like to hear. I always like an open mind.” He peered out the window and turned to you.
“Looks like we got a little bit of daylight left. I can take ya out front and give ya a pointer or two, just you n’ me.” He batted his eyelashes and shrugged cutely.
You dried your hands, shooting Bo a questioning glance; he replicated your look and shrugged.
“Sure, why not.”
Lester grabbed two beers out of the fridge, handing one to you and leading you out of the house. He popped the hood and got out a flashlight.
“Here, hold this,” he instructed.
You snorted. “Tch, you sound like a dad.”
“Just do it.”
He reached inside to disassemble the necessary components, explaining every step in excruciating detail.
“... so here’s the bulb. See? The filament’s busted. It ain’t good… Y/N, are you listening?”
“Yep, got it.” You swore you had just fallen asleep standing up.
Lester sighed. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow. Say, did you finish your beer?”
A few drops of liquid swished around in the bottom of your bottle. “Yeah, almost.”
“Need another?”
Red flag: why was Lester being nice to you?
“No… I’m good.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets as he rocked back on his heels. “Okay, well… if ya ever wanna learn more about cars, ya know my number.” He nodded with an earnest smile before heading back in.
Your head swam for a moment as you looked back at the truck’s hood, Lester’s tone uncomfortably mixing with the sight of the oily machinery. The sound of a lighter flaring caught your attention.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Bo took a drag off his cigarette and kissed your cheek from behind. Crickets chirping and Bo’s presence always made nights feel extra-special.
“Learn anything?”
With a confused expression, your eyes darted around the machinery within the front of the truck.
“Uh… no. Not really.”
Bo scoffed. “Yeah, Lester’s never really been much of a teacher.”
“Then I guess I’m just stuck learning from you.” You scrunched your nose at Bo playfully. A cigarette between his lips, he pulled you into a sweet hug around your waist.
“That’s right, honey. Me, and only me.”
The inflection on his last sentence melted you deeper into Bo’s chest. He never missed a chance to rouse you, whether it be with his words or his touch.
“Should we… head up to your room?” you whispered against his neck.
Stomping out his cigarette, he looked at you with a smirk. “A little eager, ain’t we?” He chuckled and gave your hip a squeeze. “No. I got a better idea.”
Your hand soon found its way in Bo’s, and he led you down the driveway into the middle of Ambrose. The power was off in the town for the night, making the sky’s dark background pop against the glimmer of stars. Your pace gradually slowed until you were at a full stop, gazing in awe at the beautiful sky above.
“Wow,” was all you could quietly say.
Bo stayed silent, draping an arm over your shoulders, lightly tracing circles on your arm with his thumb. Pulling you close, he rested his lips on your head to pepper in a few tender kisses.
“Mmm, it’s nice to see this… with somebody else.”
The humid summers of Louisiana were emphatic with nature, the chirping of frogs and crickets blending into the buzz of cicada wings. Bo surprised you with a spin and a dip, softly whistling “Southern Nights” by Glenn Campbell. Time in Bo’s arms was always perfectly spent; the energy that radiated from him during your secluded moments filled the space around you with nothing but comforting bliss.
With another glance up at the sky, he turned back to you. “It’s gorgeous, but it ain’t got nothin’ on you.” You laughed as he started burying kisses into the curve of your neck, pulling your hips closer to his.
“Now who’s eager?” you giggled. “We’re in the middle of town. How obvious is that?”
“Just a liiiittle longer, honey pie...”
Bo eased you backwards onto the front door of the mechanic’s shop, its darkness especially enticing, considering that’s where you had first met one another. His lips met yours in a sugary kiss laced with more desire than you bargained for. One of his hands pinned you against the door while the other found its way to your lower back, over the stretch of your hips. You couldn’t help but close your eyes as they rolled further back into your head, your tongues circling the other’s. Bo slowly licked the inside of your lips and looked at you.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
He ran a hand through his hair and stared at you.
“Darlin’, I don’t know what I was doin’ here without you all this time.”
You grinned and planted a kiss on his jawline. “You don’t have to know.”
He returned your smile and went right back to work, his touch encouraging chills across your body. It was impossible not to let your hands wander around Bo with sweat dampening his work shirt and hair.
With a swift reach for his keys, Bo unlocked the shop’s front door and led you inside. Bright moonbeams glowed through the back windows, barely illuminating the outline of the room’s fixtures. Obviously Bo knew every step in and out of that shop as he insisted you up against the front counter.
“Maybe we can finally finish what we started back at the House the other night.” Eyes softening, he brushed the tip of his nose against yours.
Truck lights briefly flooded the shop through its large front windows, causing you and Bo to freeze in your tracks.
Bo haphazardly shoved his shirt back into his jeans before smoothing down his hair in the process of meeting his brother outside.
“Hey man, what’s goin’ on with you?” Bo shakily called out to him. Lester’s expression was painfully cloudy.
Bo watched him as he stepped out of the truck and slammed the driver door.
“There you are!” Lester’s voice held the slightest tinge of annoyance.
Clearing his throat, Bo took a few steps toward him. “Where else would I be?”
Lester frowned, shrugging off his brother’s weak attempt at a joke.
“Listen, I need to talk to you about somethin’. It’s Y/N.”
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Wow wow wow!!!! Lester is thinking up something... but where's old Vince in all this?
#bo sinclair#bo sinclair house of wax#bo sinclair fanfic#bo sinclair x reader#slasher x reader#slashers#horror#house of wax fanfic#house of wax 2005#house of wax imagine#cw kissing#cw making out#cw sexuality
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From ages 14 to 17 I had a friend that I met online that was takinga dvantage of my art and stories as well as training me to write and draw NSFW things for her. I didn’t realize till the same month I cut it off with her that I was being groomed. I’ve been wanting to illustrate my experience for a while now, but needed time to let my anger subside. I don’t want to ‘expose’ anyone, I just want to share what I went through since I can only imagine how many others experienced similar things to me.
If you know who this is refering to then that’s fine, but don’t contact her or share publicly since she’s practically offline entirely now. I still have a lot of hate in my heart about this patch of my life, but slowly but surely I’m moving on. I’ll never be completely without her effects, but hey, I’m 20 now and have no desire to talk to a 14 year old. Still younger than she was when we met, but funny how that works.
Anyways! Thanks for reading! Hope this can be as comforting for others to read as it was for me to make! 💗
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Having romantic feelings does not invalidate your asexuality.
Enjoying watching or reading pornographic material does not invalidate your asexuality.
Wearing revealing/“immodest”/sexy outfits does not invalidate your asexuality.
Going to strip clubs or topless bars does not invalidate your asexuality.
Even enjoying sex and/or anything related to it does not invalidate your asexuality.
Do not let anyone tell you how you can or should identify. If you resonate with this label, it is up to you to decide whether or not to use it publicly. I love you, sex-favorable aces 🫶🏻
(And all other kinds of ace folks, I love y’all too dw 😘)
#cw sex talk#cw sexuality#cw mentions of pornography#sex favorable asexual#sex neutral asexual#love you fellow aces
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Aikoto for the ship meme bingo~ - @epitomees
@epitomees. Time for me to to be utterly deranged for a moment.
So this ship fucks in so many ways specific to my Makoto. In my version of the character, death being sealed inside of him 'muted' a lot of his emotions. As if there was something feeding on his soul. Add that with the intense trauma from his parents dying in front of him and being thrown into the awful foster system, Makoto was apathetic and waiting to die.
He had good grades because it was expected. He did things as if going through the emotions of being alive. But he was empty and felt like a corpse. Like a zombie pretending to be a human. He felt out of place and disconnected from others.
So when he gets with SEES, not only does he start having something to live for and people who care about him, he also starts to come alive. Because that connection between him and death is getting to be less parasitic. Because death is gaining it's own existence again. So not only is Makoto healing in a sense, he is also coming alive.
ANYWAY, Aigis comes to SEES as a machine with no understanding of humans. Something that Makoto had always felt but been unable to tell anyone. Makoto never felt like a human. His entire life, he was told that there was something wrong with him. Because he didn't feel or express emotions like a person. He didn't interact with the world like a person would.
So Makoto instantly feels comfortable around her in a strange way. because he also felt like he was pretending to be human. Aigis quickly became someone he felt a strong connection to. Not only because of their history (even though he didn't really remember it lol.) but because he could relate to her in a way he just couldn't with people. He didn't have to pretend around her because she wouldn't question things. And seeing her "come to life" reminded him of his own journey.
Makoto loves everyone in SEES, but Aigis is special solely due to the way he relates to her. Even if he would never tell her that, esp after he finds out the truth and he worries she would feel guilty about it.
In terms of romantic shipping, Makoto is.... Well.... His sexuality is complicated? He doesn't really care about that at all. So being with someone he couldn't BE with like that wouldn't bother him at all. Like Makoto literally doesn't care about that. In fact, there is a part of him that would LIKE it. Because he... It's hard to explain. But with someone, he would hate to have that experience with them and have it.... Mean less to him than it did them? Because like... He can't emotionally connect in the same way other people do. Even in the last bit of the game, when he is without death's influence as much. It would just be... difficult for him to actually HAVE that connection with someone due to his own internal misgivings. I don't think he's asexual at all, but he is close enough that he would literally be fine with never doing anything like that and also like... the idea that it wouldn't be expected would be comforting to him.
So in a way, Aigis is a person that he relates to and trusts to be himself around more than most because he feels she would not judge him or think there is something "wrong" with him.
IDK this is just my delusional ramblings I have had about this ship since i was like 14 when i first got obsessed with it. Obviously I love them romantic or platonic. But yeah anyway sjkdgjh
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I've had a game idea bouncing in my head for a while but i don't have the skills to make it and probably won't for the foreseeable future, so instead I want to make it a collaborative comment-driven roleplaying project.
Content Warnings include, but will not be limited to: fascism, genocide, intense violence, fear-based imagery, (possible?) sexual content, major character death, torture, and strong language.
The story is an adult dark fantasy horror where you play as a mysterious winged rabbit in the nation of Veldant, a country currently in the process of exterminating its rabbit population. Your task will be to survive, take care of your kin, and (by extension, hopefully) stop the genocide against your kind. Along your journey you will encounter horrors and mysteries alike, as well as a bunch of survivors who you can form ties with.
You will run, you will fight, and maybe, just maybe, you will be able to thrive.
So what does everyone think of this? It'll probably still be a little while before I figure out everything, so this may take a short while.
-Stella
#cw genocide#cw fascism#cw violence#cw fear#cw torture#cw sexuality#cyoa#rpg#horror#dark fantasy#starmeadowsystem#souls of the broken warrens#sotbw#as a writer#it's my responsibility to handle these things with care#so I promise to do so
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getting my butt enlargement surgery at guitar center
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I have a little question rq and only answer if ur comfortable, but how does one know if they're gay or bi? Like i thought I was straight but I don't see men the same way I do women, I can stare at a girl all day but some men don't irk me that way. I find it sm easier to connect w women emotionally, meanwhile men just stress me out. I tried talking to one of my lesbian friends but she was like "if ur gay u just know" like thx that's so helpful babe...
I just need help, I've been confused for yearsss and I've been neglecting my sexuality for so long but I want to be able to put a label on it if someone here could explain it maybe.
honestly, i still haven’t really found out my sexuality quite yet actually. i’ve been confused/lost from the age of when i started to develop genuine romantic feelings towards others and it hasn’t really changed.
i also somewhat relate to you. i connect with women more emotionally and overall, i just feel more drawn towards them. as for men, the attraction doesn’t apply for all, y’know? i’m like no help but talking to more people doesn’t hurt.
but another thing is; you don’t need to label yourself to a certain sexuality to feel complete. like i’ve been unlabelled for god knows how long and i have yet to completely understand the full meaning of my preferences and such. but i’m not going to categorize myself under a certain sexuality just because i’m confused.
take as much time as you need, there’s definitely no pressure to label yourself.
learn more about yourself first. experiment if your partner has consented, be open, talk about it. do as you feel comfortable, discuss amongst others who might be going down the same route and are also stuck at the red light. you aren’t the only one, sweetheart. i promise.
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so with my last post, I’ve been dying to dump some bullshit about my emotions here. things didn’t work out, and it kinda made me realize something as well that has been on my mind. It’s that I was more emotionally starved than touch starved. i’m not really attractive but there have been people who liked my body, physical and sexual attraction has always been whatever. The issue is that now I have a deep yearning for the feeling of being loved, where the other person genuinely loves me and isn’t just into me physically, a feeling that is completely foreign to me. I have been through nothing but a couple hookups and hangouts, nothing coming of those, but I have yet to feel the loving embrace of someone who wants to call me their own. I don’t know how to deal with this crippling feeling of loneliness because I also don’t really have IRL friends to go to about it. I kinda just drown my feelings at the computer until my body lets me sleep, if not doing the same thing in bed until i fall asleep. The scary thing for me is, I can’t imagine it anymore. The idea of someone out there loving me genuinely just doesn’t seem feasible because I don’t even love who I am. All I wish is to feel accepted by someone but the only way I can do that is online, and it always feels hollow. I despise who I am and where I am in life, my brain knows this and deep down knows this is why I haven’t been able to find someone who feels this way. Stuck in a place I hate, without people near me to relate to, with nobody around that wants me to be a part of their life. I so desperately crave love yet I blame myself, understanding that I am the reason I can’t have it.
anyway yeah kinda a cruddy morning kinda not doin good :/ I do hope whoever is reading this is in a better place emotionally than me, because I wouldn’t wish it on anybody.
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people will say they're into "hard kinks" and then leave it up to each individual person's interpretation to decide what "hard" means. is it the types of kinks, the intensity of play, only ethically and socially immoral kinks...? who knows. (the person saying they have hard kinks.)
i keep seeing the use of "hard" or "soft" kinks as categories to separate the socially taboo and more popularly acceptable kinks. this seems to have stemmed from people using "hard kinks" as a general label because it contains most of the kinks that are often found in someone's "hard limits". a hard limit is not about categorically taboo kinks, it is a firm and strict "no". it's a "red light". it means those kinks are not open to negotiate. there is no such thing as "soft kinks" the way it is being used to imply "acceptable kinks". using these labels does not actually inform anyone of what kinks you are, or aren't, interested in.
also, i get the feeling people think that having boundaries with some of the popular kinks, like rape and incest, is being sex negative. having personal boundaries and limits are never about kink negativity, being prudish, judging others, or being puritanical in any way.
you're allowed to feel uncomfortable with anything, and placing a firm rule for others to not go against your consent (which only applies to your own personal boundaries and comfort level) is not "shaming" anyone else. everyone has different interests and levels of comfort.
if you're going to say you're into kink, separate from just being a thrill seeking or horny person, you should know that not everyone is going to feel the same way about things as you do. (kink itself is not always a sexualized act or intention.) some people will have an extremely greater tolerance for pain, psychological play, or immorality than what you're comfortable with. some people will be far less into any of the interests you have. everyone is different, but everyone should be respected. and someone who is not comfortable with your particular kinks is not shaming you. they are not viewing those kinks in a negative way. they simply don't consent.
i've also noticed people who seem to think there's a difference between kink and bdsm. they are literally the same thing. kink is bdsm. bdsm is kink. 🌠
from what i've personally experienced with all of this here, it really seems like some people are upset that i don't consent to some of their kinks. they choose to send me messages and reblog my content by playing out kinks i've specifically stated my boundary with. they act as though not having my consent is a challenge to them, some disapproval they can rebel against, or something unimportant they can ignore entirely. (consent is always required.)
consent, boundaries, rules, limits, and negotiating are all part of kink. we like to communicate everything, and consent is especially- even more- important to US than vanilla people. (although consent is always necessary.) so when i see many young people here talking about all their kinks and leaving out the fundamental foundations of What It Is That We Do, it makes me feel uneasy and like people are pretending to be something they aren't. kink is not just what physically arouses you. there are many kinksters that do not involve any type of sexual play in their scenes, roles, or lifestyle.
i really miss being able to follow more blogs with a variety of interests that i don't share, but could understand. i'm talking about years before this blog, but it seems like it has gotten to a point now where most people are not accepting of personal boundaries- and even more worrisome is the lack of seriousness around consent in general. we should be able to follow and interact with each other without having clearly stated lines being deliberately crossed. there ought to be a sense of accountability, respect, community, and understanding with one another. i've learned so much from people who were different from me, who liked things- passionately- that i never had any interest in whatsoever. PLUR 🖤⛓
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I'm asexual.
I learned what that was in my mid teens and it seemed to fit me as well as anything could.
I've been open and content with no sexual urges for more than half my life now.
But it turns out there are limits! Someone should've warned me about Purah!
#cw sexuality#asexual#the Legend of Zelda#Tears of the Kingdom#Purah#I mean DAMN#she was just kinda generically anime cute in Age of Calamity#THIS is something else!#hornyposting
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Bo Sinclair x reader | Hell Or High Water | Pt. 17
WARNINGS: romance, sexuality, kissing/making out
Following a dark and uncomfortable walk back down to the House, you wordlessly found the feather duster you'd previously used and got back to work. You turned purposefully to fully face the opposite wall as Bo. He pulled out a rag stained with motor oil and began to dust with you, also making a conscious effort not to speak.
As you polished the wax figures in front of you, you became clouded in your thoughts of how the conversation between you and Bo would finally start. Saying the first word felt like a bold decision, but you weren't sure where to start; the incoming conversation was obviously looming over the both of you.
Feeling the tension coming to a head, you polished your current piece a bit TOO well, causing its index finger to snap off and fall to the floor. You gasped and turned on your heel to face Bo, covering your mouth with your hands. He raised his eyebrows noticing the broken digit in front of you.
"I'm - so sorry," you said, words muted by your hands.
He tilted his eyes up to yours, and stifled a laugh between the toothpick he'd been chewing on. It took you a second, but you realized he wasn't mad about your little incident - in fact, he found it funny. You started giggling, mirroring his expression, moving your hands down to your stomach as you both got lost in the ridiculousness of the situation, breaking into heavy laughter.
"Don't worry," he assured you, biting the toothpick, "not like it ain't happened before."
Bo strolled over, removing a small tube from his pocket. He bent down a few inches away from your body to pick up the waxed finger from the ground. He popped off the tube's cap with his teeth and dabbed a few dots of super glue onto the broken end of the figure, and gently placed it back on.
"Nothin' a little glue can't fix," he said, standing back to his full height, still very close to you.
"Oh, thanks," you replied with a hard swallow, pretending to get back to dusting.
"Hey," Bo started.
"Hm?" you feigned.
He pulled his hat down to slightly cover his eyes with embarrassment and back away a few steps.
"It was me who got you into this mess..."
"And it was me who stayed," you finished his sentence.
"I want you to stay," asserted Bo, raising his eyes to meet yours.
Almost instantaneously, you and Bo met in a tight embrace, closing your eyes into each other's shoulders. Bo picked you up off the ground so he could hug you tighter.
He set you down to gaze into your eyes before his hands cupped your cheeks, leaning down to gently kiss you. Feeling each other for the first time gave you both a special kind of exhilaration; slowly, the kiss grew deeper, and he wrapped you closer with his strong arms. Scents of aftershave and cigarette smoke filled your senses before you suddenly broke away.
"Whoa, what are we doing?" you frantically whispered. "Your brothers? What will they do if...?"
"I know."
That was not the answer you were expecting. Your brow furrowed in a rush of anxiety.
"You know?"
"They ain't gonna like somethin' like this. It's always been the 3 of us - just the 3 of us."
"And what's that supposed to mean?..." You trailed off, beginning to convince yourself of the worst.
"Hey, now, it ain't like that," Bo comforted. "You're mine, and I'm gonna do whatever it takes to keep it that way..."
Taking a deliberate breath, you closed your eyes before Bo pulled you into another tight hug.
He continued, "... which is why we're keepin' this quiet."
You nodded lightly, understanding full well what Vincent and Lester were capable of - the same kind of things Bo was. Running the risk of a secret relationship sent a jolt through your heart; severely exciting and the same level of dangerous. Although thrilled, you kept your enthusiasm to yourself for the time being.
"It was... hard to say what was on my mind."
"You can have a way with words when you want to," you chuckled. He admitted the same with a light sigh.
"When I saw the fire in your eyes, I saw somethin' different, somethin' beautiful." Bo held your shoulders at arms length and stared into your gaze. "You're beautiful."
This time, you were the one to lead the kiss and threw your arms around his neck, pressing the back of his head to increase pressure on your lips. At some point, this was inevitable, and now you could find some peace in this insane whirlwind.
Quickly mirroring your level of intensity, Bo held you with his palms on your back to get a better feel of your body. His touch felt so caring and conscious as you felt yourself get lost in him.
Before continuing, Bo did a quick sweep to make sure the doors to the House were locked to avoid unwanted encounters spoiling the moment. He soon returned, sweeping you up into another kiss. His thumb traced your jaw in a comforting motion, making you more at ease. Your muscles finally loosened with relief. Passion grew heavier, deepening the kiss, and he soon led you to the darkened kitchen counter where he pressed his against you, the heat and weight of his body giving you goosebumps. You unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on his shirt and ran your hands over his collarbone to the back of his shoulders while he hungrily took you in. Picking you up under your ass, he placed you on the counter and stood between your legs. You could taste the salt from his skin as you turned your head to kiss his neck.
The sound of machinery suddenly began humming softly under your feet, abruptly ending what you and Bo had just started.
"Hey, what's goin' on?" he asked, taking a step back.
You jumped down from the counter, eyes locked on the floor.
"Please tell me that's your air conditioner."
"No, that's Vincent. I reckon he's getting back to work."
Your forehead creased, perplexed in a moment of silence. You soon remembered the whole point of this town as you looked from wax figure to wax figure, somewhat recognizing the kind of complex process that went into this kind of 'business.'
"We can't be here, then." You solemnly looked to Bo.
"Damn right we can't," Bo agreed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "We can meet back at the house, but I gotta leave first - you know, appearances and all that."
As you picked up your duster, Bo continued, "Just wait a few minutes, and try to stay out of Lester's way when you come in." He gave you a quick peck on the cheek and left the House of Wax.
As you watched him leave, a light smile crept through your lips. Instead of cleaning, you idly wandered the museum, gingerly touching its wide collection. The work was made skillfully, albeit creepy; not only were lifeless human faces blankly staring across the room, but little oddities and seemingly made-up critters accompanied the crew. Thick with cobwebs, you swiped a few off with your fingers and wiped them on your pants, still roaming with a stomach full of butterflies when the door to the basement abruptly caught your eye. You put your ear to the door and heard faint opera music drifting from below. Curiosity almost overtook you as you reached for the handle for a closer look, but practically jumped back at the thought of being alone with Vincent. What would you talk about - if he would even talk back?
Shaking your head to free this thought, you turned off the lights and left to meet Bo.
-
You turned the knob to the front door of the brothers' house carefully as to not disturb the (fingers crossed) sleeping Lester. The living room was empty, noiseless. It was necessary to tip-toe in and up the stairs to Bo's room. In the middle of the staircase, you jerked at the back of your shirt being restrained.
"Hey, now!" Lester said to you with a toothy grin, clutching a fistful of your shirt. "Where do you think you're goin'? Ain't like we got a guest room."
A sharp gasp cut through your chest before you grabbed for an answer: "I'm looking for the bathroom."
Lester gave you a small yank, insisting you back down the stairs. He pointed down the dark hall way. "Have at it."
"There a light switch around here?" you asked, remembering your initial situation with the same hall.
"Nope!"
Lester bounded up the stairs and stopped at the top to address you.
"Hey, Y/N, you can always bunk with me." He finished with a wink.
You huffed in annoyance but couldn't deny the the flattery; you looked away before he had a chance to notice the pink that rushed across your cheeks. With a tricky cackle, he promptly stole into his bedroom and slammed the door shut.
It was finally sinking in; regardless of the once-thought outlandishness of your current situation, it was still your current situation, your new reality.
Now that the danger had died down, it was time to settle in.
-
I'm watching Ghost Adventures, and what in the damn ass is going on?
I don't know if stairs are canon but there are stairs here, in my story, which I am writing, with my brain.
Link to Pt. 16
#bo sinclair x reader#bo sinclair house of wax#bo sinclair fanfic#bo sinclair imagine#bo sinclair#lester sinclair#vincent sinclair#house of wax fanfic#house of wax 2005#cw kissing#cw sexuality#cw making out
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On this first day of pride month, I'm feeling a little confused about myself. If nothing else I'm an ally; so many of the people I love and care about are queer so of course anything pertaining to gay rights, trans rights, etc resonates with me and is of the utmost importance.
I'm a cis woman married to a cis man. He's bisexual and I feel like I could be but don't really know for sure. I never thought about that being an option when I was young; since we've agreed to be monogamous and he's the only one I've had a real relationship with I don't have much of a means of exploring that. I don't want to start being into women or other men because I'm into my husband alone and while I can recognize the attractiveness of others I have no desire to pursue feelings beyond that because my partner is perfect for me and I love him.
I know I'm not trans and don't think I'm nonbinary either because I love femininity and am comfortable with she/her pronouns. I also wonder if I could be somewhere on the asexual spectrum. I desire intimacy and enjoy partaking but sometimes it feels like it's more for the act and fun of being together than for sexual pleasure. The typical straight-people sex just doesn't do much for me and can actually be painful a lot of the time, but I still have a sex drive.
I don't feel like I can call myself queer because I couldn't tell anyone what it is that would make me "qualify" that way.
I'm autistic and sometimes I wonder if the queer community, queer history, and the nuances of being queer are just a special interest and that's why my brain hyper-fixates upon it so much. It is close to my heart and I have very strong and personal emotions connected with it. I never get tired of reading about it and learning more.
Has anyone else experienced this? I know some people start at this place of interest before discovering something about themselves, but I don't know if there's anything for me to discover. I'd love to hear if others have experienced this.
Happy Pride Month 🏳️🌈
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