#especially if it's the way I talk to my family and the church folks that ask about me
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I love getting validated on small things that I didn't even consider like it's always a treat and this time it's Gender
The Fundie Baby Voice™️ has been popping up a lot in ex-christian spaces lately and I actually had one in middle school and part of high school! I learned when and where to use it and how to turn up my southern accent just enough. I can still do it but it sounds weird after 3 years on T. The main place I used it was at church cause it made me sound sweet and polite. I used it for old ladies when I worked at a grocery store too. My family didn't like it when we were just all together cause they said it sounded like baby talk, but loved it when I used it at church cause everyone would tell them how sweet and soft-spoken I was
My therapist said it actively made him feel uncomfortable when I used that voice. He couldn't quite put his finger on why it made him uncomfortable (other than him only knowing me on T) but he very much did not like it and he's so so right for that
#he's a cishet white jewish man so it's always a treat when I talk about something like this#cause it started off about how I felt like my gender is a performance and I will use it to my advantage#I usually talk fairly neutrally and monotone so people find it uncanny when I change it up#especially if it's the way I talk to my family and the church folks that ask about me#Now that I'm on T and had top surgery I love fucking with ppl via my gender presentation#I like the chaos of not correcting ppl and watching them fight amongst themselves over what my gender is#My previous gender was Weird Little Girl#and now i'm Just Some Guy#I don't feel like I was always a guy I feel like my gender at the time was Weird Little Girl#and it changed over time but I loved the performance of being a weird little girl#I was not a girl I was specifically a WLG#And well I still know how to use my old performances even if I'm no longer a weird little girl#I consider myself a guy but not a man and a girlie but not a woman#my gender is whatever is funniest at the moment#My gender is whatever you project onto me. My gender is a mirror to your childhood trauma#anyways I kinda lost the plot but yea I can kinda still use the fundie baby voice but it sounds a lil off#cause I've been on T for over 3 years now#ex christian#religious trauma
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The Duality of Man
Hi All! To celebrate over 2500 likes, reblogs and comments AND over 250 followers here’s a new fic for you! Thank you to everyone for your support!
And thank you to @c4relesswhisper who is my 250th follower.
I hope you all enjoy!
Rhett Abbott x Reader
Everyone can be a good and bad. Rhett just wants someone who can appreciate both sides of him. Super soft family Rhett who can still fuck.
SMUTTY! Rollercoaster scene loosely based off the movie ‘Fear’ cause why not!
Masterlist if you want to read more of my stuff. Enjoy xo
Rhett Abbott would do just about anything for his family, especially his niece Amy and his ma Cecelia. He was so soft for the women in his life, not that the folks of Wabang would know that. To them he was the quiet, no-good, messy, bull riding man-whore that mammas warned their daughter’s off and daddies chased with a rifle.
It was true, didn’t have a whole lot going for him except riding and his family’s ranch but he was a hard worker. He was tough and didn’t talk a whole lot, but he had things to say. He drank and had one-night stands, but he’d lost interest in those lately. There was a whole other side to him that only the women he loved got to see. And Rhett wanted someone to share it with, he just hadn’t found that special lady yet.
His soft side is how he’d ended up at the county fair with Amy and his ma because he couldn’t say no to his niece’s puppy dog eyes. Cecelia had run into some church ladies and Amy had been allowed to go off with friends, leaving Rhett to his own devices. He didn’t mind, so long as they were having a good time and he just wandered around the fair in search for the bar, so he could pass the time.
“Ooof.” Rhett let out as he looked down at whatever or whoever had just barrelled straight into his legs.
On the dusty ground was a small girl, she couldn’t have been older than four or five. She looked up at him with big eyes and her lip trembled slightly.
Wary of the fact that he was a tall, solid man and that might intimidate her, Rhett crouched down in front of her to make sure she was okay. “I’m sorry. You ain’t hurt?” he said quietly.
She shook her head, stood up, dusted off her pants with purpose and gave him a little smile. “I was ina hurry. Mamma said I could try to win a big ‘Rocky’.”
The sweet little girl certainly wasn’t scared of him. “Rocky?” Rhett questioned as he looked around for whoever her mamma was.
“You don’t know who he is? ‘Paw Patrol’ on the TV. Mamma lets me watch it at breakfast time if sleep in my own bed by myself. He’s my favourite pup ‘cause he likes to ‘cycle.” she babbled, and Rhett was confused about how a dog could ride a bike.
“It’s RE-cycle honey. Didn’t I say you’d bump into someone runnin’ like that Sadie. Now you say sorry to my friend Mr Abbott.”
He turned to gentle voice saying his name. It was YFN, a childhood friend of his that he’d had a huge crush on all through school before she moved away for college. She had been kind and sweet, and real pretty and way too good for him back then.
Rhett couldn’t help but run his eyes up her. She had on a sundress and boots, and she had shapely legs and hips, full tits, and beautiful face. She sure was a looker now. YFN held another cute little girl on her hip, who would have been no older than one. He watched as she blushed and smiled shyly at his appraisal.
Rhett felt immediately drawn to YFN and her little ones.
“Sorry Mr Abbott. I had some blue cotton candy ‘fore. Mamma says the sugar makes me go crazy. But I just love sugar.” she smiled wider and stuck out her tongue to show him the colour.
Rhett chuckled as he stood up “S’kay Sadie. Nice to meet you. Call me Rhett if you want. Mr Abbott is my father’s name.”
He tipped his Stetson and winked flirtatiously at YFN “I love me some sugar too.”
“Mmm-hmm. I heard you do.” she laughed lightly as she stepped closer to him and Sadie. Her laugh was like music to Rhett’s ears.
Her smile matched her oldest daughter’s one as she spoke “It’s been a little while huh Rhett. How you been? You’ve been doin’ real well on your rides lately.”
Rhett smiled at the fact that she’d been keeping tabs on him, and he said “It’s been goin’ alright thank you YFN. I heard you were back in town. Real nice to see you again.”
He lowered his voice and almost whispered “I’m sorry to hear about the girls’ daddy. That’s a tough thing to go through.”
Truth was he’d never forgotten about her and had thought about her often. He had been aware of her movements over the years through the town grapevine. Rhett knew she’d had a family and that the fella wasn’t real nice and had taken off before the youngest was born. Cecelia had told him that he died about six months ago and YFN had recently moved back to work at the bank and be closer to her family.
A small, confused look flashed over her face before she nodded. “I ah.. thank you, Rhett. It was hard. But we’re all doin’ much better now. Didn’t realise you’d remember me, let alone know my story. In fact this might be the most you’ve ever talked to me” she mused softly.
Rhett just shrugged his shoulders “I talk when I’ve got somethin’ to say. ‘Course I remember you YFN. You’re a hard girl to forget. Glad to hear you’re doin’ okay now.” he said quietly, corner of his mouth raised in a shy smile.
The little girl in YFN’s arms stared at Rhett curiously and he wiggled his fingers at her in a little wave. He was rewarded with a gummy smile and a little hand grabbing at his. “And who’s this little lady?” he asked.
YFN looked at him a little stunned. Not many people saw this softer side of him, but he couldn’t help it, these three girls had pulled him in very quickly.
“That’s my sister Hailey. She’s a baby so she can’t help win me ‘Rocky’ and mamma said she ain’t good at these games either.” Sadie sighed.
Rhett chuckled at her cute little outburst.
“I said I’d do my best. That’s all anyone can do.” YFN smiled warmly at her.
Rhett watched as Sadie looked curiously back and forth between him and her mamma. “You might be good at it Rhett, ‘cause you’re a cowboy. You got a hat and everythin’. I think I need you to come and help us.” she said seriously.
YFN laughed loudly at her daughter’s logic. “Sadie, Rhett probably has someone…”
“Nope. I’m all on my own since my ma and niece ditched me.” he took the opportunity and interrupted her.
“Not sure how much help I’ll be. But I’d be happy to come with you. That’s if your mamma don’t mind me taggin’ along?” he said hopefully and looked at YFN for her reaction.
YFN looked surprised but delighted, Sadie beamed at him, and Hailey made a happy shrieking noise that made Rhett laugh heartily.
Shit. He was already smitten with all three of them.
Sadie stood between them and grabbed one of YFN’s and Rhett’s hands and dragged them around to look for the carnival game she was after. Rhett couldn’t help but smile at the moment. People who passed by had puzzled looks on their faces, but he didn’t care, and he just nodded at them in acknowledgement.
“Word ‘round town is you’re sposed to be trouble Rhett Abbott. But you’re nothin’ but a big ol’ softie aren’t you. Wouldn’t want to ruin your tough reputation by hangin’ with us.” YFN teased as Sadie led them through the fair.
“I can be both good and bad… If that’s somethin’ you might want.” Rhett suggested with a cheeky smirk on his face.
YFN blushed a deep pink at his words.
“Maybe I do want that.” she hinted, and his mouth formed a little ‘o’ in shock. And YFN let out a breezy laugh at his speechless reaction.
……..
Rhett and YFN chatted about their lives while they moved through the small crowd, guided by Sadie. They finally came to a stop once she was satisfied that she’d found the stall with the prize she was after.
The aim of the game was to toss the rings over three separate bottles, and the colour of the bottles corresponded with the prize. “So which colour are we aimin’ for Sadie?” Rhett asked since there were about 8 different giant stuffed dogs to be won.
“’Rocky’ is the lime green bottles Rhett! Don’t you know anythin’ ‘bout ‘Paw Patrol’?” Sadie chastised him.
Rhett laughed and shook his head “Sorry sweetheart. I ain’t seen it ‘fore.” He didn’t know where that came from and immediately turned to YFN to apologise for using an overly familiar nickname for her daughter, but she smiled at him warmly.
“Well you can have breakfast with us tomorrow and watch it with me so I can teach you.” Sadie said simply.
“Oh. Sadie… I’m umm sure Rhett has other plans. He… he might be off somewhere else tonight... Ahh… I mean somewhere tomorrow. Someone else to share breakfast with in the mornin’.” YFN stammered as she paid the attendant for the game. She looked embarrassed by her accidental omission.
A wry smile took over his face at the possible implication of her confession. That and the fact that her oldest daughter was a very good wing woman.
“There’s no one else. And if your mamma’s ok with it, I really want breakfast tomorrow. Startin’ to think I don’t want to have breakfast with anyone else ever again.” Rhett said, trying to flirt with YFN and have it fly over Sadie’s head. He caught her eyes, and they were filled with promise.
“That’s so dumb. You’ll still eat breakfast with your family sometimes Rhett otherwise they’d miss you. But you have to eat it with us a lot, ‘cause there’s a lotta stuff to learn ‘bout ‘Paw Patrol’.” she declared before starting to toss the rings at her targets.
“Gabbababa!” Hailey screeched like she was having her say too and Rhett chuckled. “Girls that all sounds real nice to me.” he softly said his eyes on YFN’s pretty ones.
“I got one!” Sadie shouted as she got a ring around one lime green bottle. “C’mon mamma, I want you to try.” she begged.
YFN cheered “Good job honey! Not sure if I have ‘nough hands too.” she giggled as she wrangled her wiggling daughter in her arms.
“I can take her… I mean if that’s ‘lright?” Rhett said hesitantly.
She looked surprised but smiled at him. “’Course it is. She’s probably fussin’ ‘cause she’s tired. But she’s a bit funny with men. So not sure how it’ll go. Hasn’t had a lot to do with ‘em ‘cause of…” she trailed off softly.
Rhett gave her a reassuring smile and reached his arms out for Hailey, and she practically threw herself onto him. He wrapped his arms around the little girl and drew her close to his body. “We’re good aren’t we sweet pea?” he murmured to her, and she gave him another gummy smile.
YFN stared at him in awe before she shook her head and helped Sadie with her game.
Rhett had held Amy a bunch when she was a baby and had a knack of getting her off to sleep, even though he was just a teenager back then. He did what he used to do with his niece and held her firmly and rubbed one of his hands back and forth over her back as he rocked his body a little. He whispered random things about his day in a low, quiet voice as he watched Sadie and YFN play the game and land a second ring.
Not many people knew, but Rhett loved kids and even though he was still pretty young he really wanted a family. But as the bull riding bad boy of Wabang, the usual girls he attracted were ‘buckle bunnies’ or those looking to get back at their daddy. Not many girls wanted to take him on in a serious way and he hadn’t really found with anyone he could fall in love with before.
Until now.
Hailey quickly relaxed, started to feel heavy in Rhett’s arms and he could feel her soft breaths against his neck that indicated she’d fallen asleep. YFN looked at them with a soft, affectionate expression but there was a spark of heat in her eyes. “Wow… You look... How’d you do that?” she breathed in wonder.
Rhett shrugged “Girls tend to like me you know.” he teased softly.
YFN gave him a knowing smirk “Oh yeah, I know. I had a crush when we were growin’ up.”
She took a small breath and said almost whispering “Kinda still do.”
He was quite surprised but was very happy about her confession, seeing as he had held a candle for her for all these years. And it was burning brighter than ever now. Rhett smiled earnestly at YFN “Darlin’ I…”
“Rhett.” Sadie interrupted him. “I got one bottle to get, and I only got one ring left. Please will you help me win ‘Rocky’.” she begged.
He turned his attention towards Sadie and chuckled. He shifted Hailey so she was secure in one arm and grabbed the ring off her. “Okay sweetheart let’s give this a whirl.” he said as he lined up the closest lime green bottle.
He tossed it and it landed exactly where he had aimed, and Sadie squealed with excitement. “You got it!” she cried out and wrapped her body his legs in a tight hug. YFN smiled widely at the scene, and she moved closer and wrapped her arm around his waist and a placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
Rhett blushed at having the three girls embracing him.
He had never felt quite like this before.
He heard his ma’s voice from beside them, “Well ain’t this quite the picture.”
Rhett turned slightly to see Amy, Cecelia, and another woman about the same age as his ma, all grinning widely at them. His niece had a phone out and took a photo of them.
“Hiya mamma. Good to see you again Mrs Abbott, Amy.” YFN said smiling back at them and Amy nodded and took another photo.
“I’ve told you, it’s Cece honey.” Cecelia said. Rhett looked between YFN and his family a little confused.
YFN nodded at his ma and explained “Cece and my mamma are friends from way back, so the girls and I have had catch ups with your mamma and Amy a few times since I’ve been back.”
He wondered if these were the same gatherings Cecelia had been trying to get him to come to these past couple of months.
“Rhett this is my mamma, Jenny.” YFN introduced them.
“Good to meet you ma’am.” he said sincerely as the attendant got Sadie’s attention and she let go of Rhett’s legs to collect the giant ‘Rocky’ toy. He laughed as it was almost twice the size of her.
Jenny smiled at him fondly. “Happy to meet you too. I’ve heard all ‘bout you.” she said, and Rhett’s face fell, he knew what people in this town said about him.
She chuckled at his discomfort. “Don’t you worry honey. I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the gossips. Cece and Amy sing your praises and my grandbabies are a pretty good judge of character. And you remind me of my husband when he was younger. He was like a cup of good trail mix too. Just have to dig a little through the salty to get to the sweet.” she needled good-naturedly.
Rhett sheepishly ducked his head into a still sleeping Hailey. He wasn’t used to a stranger praising him. “Oh my god mamma.” YFN moaned, and they all laughed at their combined embarrassment.
“Granny! Miss Cece, Amy! Look! Rhett helped me win ‘Rocky’!” Sadie exclaimed excitedly, practically dragging the giant toy towards her.
Jenny, Cecelia and Amy chuckled at her. “He’s so big Sadie, you might need to get him home ‘fore he gets too dirty on the ground.” Cecelia mentioned.
“Yes ma-am. I don’t wanna wreck ‘im.” she nodded in agreement. “Miss Cece, would you carry him for me so he don’t get dirty. I think he’s too big even for Amy.” she asked Rhett’s ma.
“Of course I will Sadie.” Cecelia agreed with a chuckle and picked up ‘Rocky’.
Sadie yawned. “Granny, I’m getting’ tired and Hailey’s already sleepin’. I need to sleep in my bed all night so I can teach Rhett ‘bout ‘Paw Patrol’ in the mornin’.” she mentioned to her grandma.
Rhett sucked in a sharp breath at the implication her confession had and turned to look at YFN to see she had turned bright red. Jenny, Cecelia and even Amy laughed at Sadie’s honesty.
Jenny looked at them both with a knowing smile before she directed her attention to Sadie and said “Is that so? Well how ‘bout we go now, and I’ll stay with you while mamma and Rhett have a nice time at the fair together. I’ll bet there’s a big chance he’ll walk mamma home and see you in the mornin’.”
“What a nice idea Jenny. We’re just ‘bout done too. Aren’t we Ames? So we can help you to the car.” Cecelia smirked as she looked at Amy.
“Oh yes. That sounds like a great idea. I’d love to walk you to the car Sadie.” Amy giggled.
“Well that’s all sorted then. She looks mighty comfy, but how ‘bout I take Hailey off you Rhett.” Jenny said softly before moving towards him with her arms outstretched.
Rhett chanced a look at YFN to see if she was on board with the plan and she smiled shyly at him before giving her daughter a kiss. Without thinking, he placed a small kiss to Hailey’s head too and whispered, “Goodnight sweet pea.” and placed her very gently into her grandma’s arms.
Sadie hugged and kissed YFN before she turned to him. “You’re gonna say goodnight to me too. Right Rhett?” Sadie asked timidly. This was the most hesitant he’d seen her all night.
He crouched down “Of course Sadie. C’mere.” he said warmly and opened his arms. She launched into his embrace and Rhett hugged her tightly. “Goodnight sweetheart.” he whispered as he gave her kiss in her hair.
Rhett looked at YFN and she seemed to let out a long slow breath as she gazed at him with a tender look.
Jesus. How quickly he had fallen for these girls.
Sadie pulled back and looked at him with a very serious look for little girl. “You need to take mamma on the coaster. She said it’s her most favourite ride. And you need to go dancin’. We dance all the time, and mamma loves it. I asked her and she said my daddy never ever took her dancin’. You should do it Rhett ‘cause I think you will do things that will make mamma happy.” she explained simply with the honesty only a child had.
Rhett glanced up at YFN and she had tears in her eyes. He looked back at Sadie and declared softly “I’m sure you and Hailey do a very good job of making your mamma very happy. But if she wants me to, then I’ll do anythin’ to make her happy too, for as long as she wants. But that’ll will always be up to her.”
Sadie nodded her head at his answer and gave him a kiss on the cheek “I hope mamma lets you come for breakfast in the mornin’. She makes scrambled eggs and bacon on Saturdays.”
Rhett stood up as she walked over to Amy and grabbed her hand. “Bye mamma, bye Rhett. Have a lotta fun!” she shouted as she dragged Amy away.
Cecelia patted Rhett’s face affectionately and laughed “I’m finally glad a girl sees you’re both sugar and spice.” and she walked after Amy and Sadie.
“Don’t worry ‘bout the girls, I’ll sort them. Just don’t be too late comin’ home ‘cause you know they’ll tire me out something fierce.” Jenny said to YFN and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
YFN nodded and agreed “Of course mamma. We won’t be too late.”
Jenny turned to Rhett and fixed him with a stare. “Looks like the girls are smitten with you and I’m pretty sure you feel the same. This town likes to talk ‘bout you Rhett Abbott, but I need you to prove them wrong. Our girls have been through a lot so you I’m trustin’ you not to hurt them. And my husband will get out his shot gun if it’s needed.” she warned.
“Mamma please…”
“I won’t hurt ‘em ma’am.” he interrupted YFN’s plea. “There’s good in me but the town only sees the bad pieces and I’ve been workin’ on those lately. I know I don’t have much to offer, but I’m already gone for all three of ‘em. I’ll do anythin’ for ‘em for as long as they’ll have me.” Rhett said honestly.
“And if you could please repeat that to YFN’s daddy. ‘Cause I’d love not to get shot.” he joked.
Jenny nodded her head and chuckled as she adjusted a still sleeping Hailey in her arms. “Well aren’t you a soft thing under that rough exterior. I’m surprised no one’s noticed ‘cause you don’t hide it all that well. Just like my husband when he was a young man. Naughty and nice. A girls dream and a daddy’s nightmare.” she said with a grin.
“Oh my god mamma. Please. Stop!” YFN cried and Rhett laughed.
“Alright I’m goin’.” she smiled and wandered off to catch up with Rhett’s family and Sadie.
“Not that I’m complainin’ but why do I feel like that was some kind of set up?” Rhett asked YFN, slightly shocked at everything that had just happened.
She smiled shyly at him. “Maybe ‘cause it was. Well not Sadie runnin’ into you. That was a pleasant surprise. But Cece and Amy might have brought you to the fair ‘cause I’ve been askin’ ‘bout you so much at our catch ups. I told ‘em I was sweet on you when we were friends at school. More than sweet on you now.” YFN admitted.
“They were very persistent ‘bout comin’ today. She’s been tryin’ to drag me to her meetins’ for months, if I knew you were there I would have come. I’ve always liked you YFN. Didn’t have the balls to tell you back then. I gotta tell you now that you’re so beautiful.” he said as he smiled softly at YFN.
Rhett took a deep breath and gazed at her adoringly. He moved closer to YFN and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “This might be real fast, and we got a lotta catchin’ up to do but I ain’t ever felt like this. I’ve just been goin’ through life waitin’ on somethin’. Sadie runnin’ into me feels like fate and now I’ve fallen for you darlin’… and for your gorgeous girls.” he confessed.
“I meant it when I said to Sadie and your mamma that I’ll do anythin’ to make you happy, I’ll be anythin’ you need. I know you gotta worry ‘bout your girls first so I won’t pressure you. But you have me now until you don’t want me ‘round no more.” Rhett said honestly.
YFN placed her arms around Rhett’s shoulders, and she played with his hair at the nape of his neck. His hands settled on her hips and his fingers traced little patterns through her dress.
“Who woulda thought Wabang’s quiet, womanizing bull rider was actually a sweet-talkin’ romantic, who charms kids and mammas hmm.” she mused as she gazed at him lovingly.
“Safe to say I’m gonna want you ‘round for a long-time sweet boy.” she whispered.
Rhett smiled at the name and tipped the front of his Stetson up with the tip of a finger and cupped her jaw with his hand. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her softly.
“C’mon darlin’. I better take you dancin’ so Sadie doesn’t get mad at me tomorrow.”
YFN musical laugh that followed, and it was sweeter than any sound Rhett had heard.
……..
Rhett found it difficult to keep his hands and lips off YFN at the fair. While they danced, he kept his body pressed firmly against hers as they laughed and kissed. And when they sat and talked with a few drinks at the fair’s bar, his eyes never left hers and his hands were always touching her. It’s like his body craved being close to her. And YFN appeared as affected as he was.
They ignored the looks of the few people in the makeshift bar, and he sat in the back on a stool. YFN was a little tipsy as she stood closely between his legs and ran a hand over his chest as the other one played with the hair that peeked out from under his hat. Rhett had one arm wrapped firmly around her waist and the fingers of his opposite hand played with the hem of her dress.
YFN smiled sweetly at him, but she had hunger in her eyes. He could tell that she wanted him.
And god did he wanted to fuck her.
“It’s our first date darlin’ an’ I’m tryin’ to be as good as I can, but you’re makin’ it real difficult to be a gentleman.” he said between clenched teeth as she ran trailed her hand down over the front of his jeans.
YFN battered her eyelashes at him as she cupped his hardening cock through his jeans, and he let out a grunt. “Baby what if I want don’t want you to be good. I adore the nice boy but what if I want to meet the naughty Rhett I’ve heard all the rumours ‘bout.” she purred.
“Fuck it.” he breathed, and he grabbed her hand off his cock and quickly got out of the bar stool and dragged her outside and found a somewhat secluded spot.
Rhett gripped the back of her head with hand and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. They kissed deeply and YFN moaned and whimpered whenever his tongue met hers. And he let out a low groan from the back of his throat whenever she took his bottom lip between her teeth. He squeezed her ass with his other hand, and pulled her body tightly against his and her full tits pressed into his chest.
“Babygirl please can I take you home. Wanna fuck you so bad. Never wanted anyone more.” Rhett said voice gravely from lust when he broke the kiss.
She looked at him with longing eyes and puffy lips and nodded her head.
“You gotta take me on the coaster first. C’mon. It’ll be worth your while sweet boy.” she winked, and he grumbled as she took his hand and dragged him in the direction of the fair’s old school roller-coaster.
“Wanna know why this stupid old ride is my favourite?” she asked as they approached it and he raised an eyebrow in question.
YFN giggled and said with a twinkle in her eye “I saw a movie once where the guy makes the girl cum on the roller-coaster and every time I ride on one, I imagine someone doin’ it to me.”
Rhett stopped dead in his tracks while he processed the implication of her words and he pulled her to him tightly. “Jesus darlin’. I thought you were sposed to be all angel.” he breathed before he kissed her hard.
“No baby I’m both. Just like you I gotta whole lotta devil in me. Called ‘the duality of man’ you know. And right now I wanna be a bad girl. Get fingered on the coaster ‘til I cum. You think you can handle that sweet boy?” YFN teased as she pulled him towards the ride.
“Holy fuck.” Rhett choked.
She was his perfect fucking woman.
They were the only ones on the old roller-coaster seeing it wasn’t as popular as the new adrenaline rides at the fair. The attendant said they could go around multiple times since there was no one else.
To make YFN cum, he wouldn’t need it more than two.
As soon as they were in the carriage, he took his hat off and placed it in her lap to hold to hide what they were doing. She shivered in anticipation as the ride went into the short climb and he dragged his fingers up her thigh and slipped them past her panties and between her folds.
Rhett sucked in a breath and YFN let out moan as he touched her for the first time as they descended. She was so fucking wet, and his cock hardened. He paid little attention to the ride, his stomach swooped slightly with the small twists and turns, but he kept his focus on YFN.
Her eyes were closed, head tipped back, and lips parted as he alternated between flicking and rubbing her clit and fucking his fingers into her tight pussy. She was already close, as they passed through the slow start of the ride a second time, her heat starting to clamp around his fingers. YFN whined, her eyes still closed as Rhett removed his digits. He kept them pressed lightly to her clit as they passed the attendant, who gave them a thumbs up to go again.
As they started the climb again, Rhett rubbed tight circles around YFN’s clit, and she ground her pussy on him searching for the friction she needed as she gripped his Stetson tightly. His hard dick ached as he watched her flushed face, and her tongue lick her lips. And as the ride peaked, so did she.
YFN came with a shout as they dropped away again, and Rhett plunged his fingers back into wet pussy and worked her gently through her high. She eventually stilled his fingers just before the roller-coaster came to a stop. She had a blissful smile on her face, and she opened her eyes and searched his face before laughing breathlessly.
She pulled his hand from her and lifted his fingers to her mouth, and he let out a deep audible moan as she sucked them clean of her juices as she placed his Stetson on her head.
It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Rhett sat in stunned silence as he gawked at YFN. She grinned at his reaction and took the hat off his head and went to put it over the front of his jeans. “Think you might need that.” she giggled, and Rhett looked down to see the bulge of his hard cock and stain on his jeans from pre cum.
He was so turned on he had a fucking wet patch. Probably hadn’t happened to him since he was a teenager and they both laughed as he covered it up with his Stetson.
……..
It wasn’t late at all, but they practically ran back to YFN’s small house, Rhett was beyond desperate to get his tongue and cock in her sweet pussy. There was brief awkward exchange with Jenny as they got home since she knew he was absolutely about her defile her daughter. They burst into laughter when YFN closed the door behind her mamma.
“You gotta real nice home babygirl.” Rhett said honestly.
YFN smiled at him as they took off their boots. “Thank you. Never changin’ his life insurance outta my name was the only good thin’ my ex did. ‘Sides givin’ me my girls.” she said simply.
He nodded in understanding and felt anxious all of a sudden. “You sure ‘bout this. Havin’ me ‘ere when the girls wake up. They’re your priority. So if it’s too soon to hava man…”
“I know what you’re sayin’.” YFN stopped him and gave him a soft kiss. “Thank you, sweet boy for worryin’. But I ah… I want you, Rhett. I need you. And I’m pretty sure my girls do too. But if… if it’s too much for…”
“No” he interrupted her suddenly. “It’s not too much. Just all new to me. So am gonna need your help. Need you to tell me if I’m screwin’ up.” he murmured softly.
“I promise baby. I just gotta look in on the girls.” she said.
“Can I come darlin’?” Rhett asked nervously.
A wide grin spread across YFN’s face as she nodded, and she led him down the hall to look in on the sleeping girls.
……..
Rhett laid back in YFN’s bed and he blinked up at the ceiling. Raised on a ranch, he couldn’t help but wake up with the sun. He looked down at YFN and smiled. His outstretched arm wrapped around her shoulder, her body tucked into his and her head resting on his chest. He listened to her soft snore and felt her warm breath across her skin. She was the girl he could be his whole self with, not just the town mess.
She was the one he’d been waiting for.
As soon as they’d finished checking on the girls last night, YFN dragged him into the shower, and immediately gave him the best blow job he’d ever had. Rhett had been wound up so tight after finger fucking her on the roller-coaster, he’d almost cried in relief when he finally filled her mouth with his cum. They took turns and washed each other’s hair and body as they chatted and joked. It was easily the most intimate thing he’d ever done with anyone. Until they made it to her bed.
YFN hadn’t been with anyone since she got pregnant with Hailey. And Rhett was fucking in a bed and without the possibility of grievous bodily harm from a pissed off daddy with a woman he cared about deeply. So it was pretty meaningful for both of them.
Rhett took his time and worshiped every part of her, and he took an obscene amount of time kissing her, sucking and biting at her perfect tits and making her cum with his mouth and fingers. When he finally got his hard cock inside her tight pussy and fucked her, slower than he had anyone before, he came harder than he ever had.
They woke up again sometime in the night and as YFN was illuminated by the moonlight, she rode his dick with his Stetson on her head. His own fucking angel with a side of devil. She’d taunted him about being such a soft, compliant, good boy for her as she rocked on him. So Rhett showed her how much of a disobedient, bad boy he could be and flipped her over, pushed her down into the mattress and fucked her hard and fast from behind. The blissful, fucked out smile on her face when she fell back asleep told him she knew exactly what she was doing when she teased him.
She was the one. The girl who could handle his sugar and spice.
……..
Hailey cried out not long after he woke up and an exhausted YFN changed her and brought her back to the bed they were sharing. As the girls fell asleep again, Rhett felt privileged that she had this level of trust in him around her girls.
He was head over heels in love with her and her daughters.
Hailey only had a short catnap before she started babbling as she climbed all over him. She seemed quite comfortable with him, so he scooped her up and left the bedroom to let YFN sleep.
“C’mon sweet pea. Let’s get breakfast started and let mamma rest.” Rhett said quietly to the smiling girl in his arms.
As he shut the bedroom door, a sleepy Sadie came out of the bathroom. “Rhett! I slept in my own bed all night, so I get to watch ‘Paw Patrol’ with you!” she said excitedly, not concerned in anyway that he had stayed the night.
“That’s great sweetheart. But let’s be quiet ‘cause mammas asleep. I’m gonna try and cook your bacon and eggs and we can watch your show.” he whispered.
She gave him wary look with her arms crossed. “Do you know how to cook Rhett. My Grandpa nearly burns his house when he tries.” she asked in a soft voice.
Rhett chuckled “I ain’t that bad. C’mon, you can help me find everythin’ I need so I don’t set fire to nothin’.”
About a half an hour later there was a chaotic mess in the kitchen but thankfully no fire. Rhett was no chef, his ma did almost all of the cooking at home, but he had managed to make some edible bacon and toast and scramble some eggs.
Sadie was a tough food critic, but his offering had managed to just pass her tastes and she ate while she explained ‘Paw Patrol’ on the TV.
Rhett sat next to her as she chatted away about her show. “I like ‘Rocky’ cause he ‘cycles like me. Mamma teaches me to ‘cycle the cans to look after the planet. But I don’t know which pup you are Rhett. There ain’t no cowboy dogs. Maybe you’re Robo-dog ‘cause he don’t talk, he just barks a bit. But he’s not in every show…”
Hailey was in her highchair and covered in scramble egg. Rhett had managed to spoon some to her as she munched on some fruit he’d cut up, but most of it was on her or the floor. She happily garbled absolute nonsense. He laughed because it sounded like she was chiming in on her sister’s commentary.
“Gabaahhhh!” her eyes lit up as she shrieked, and Rhett turned to find YFN standing in the doorway with a sleepy smile on her face.
“Well ain’t this domestic.” she murmured as she gingerly walked towards them and gave Sadie and Hailey a kiss good morning.
Rhett swept his eyes over YFN’s body appreciatively. She wore an old sleep pants, a thin t-shirt so he could see her full tits and the outline of her nipples, and her hair was a birdsnest.
She looked perfect.
“Why you walkin’ funny?” Sadie questioned.
Rhett and YFN looked at each other and burst out laughing. “I just went on a rough ride last night is all.” she replied innocently but it was anything but.
Rhett stared at YFN with a hungry promise of more in his eyes.
“Oh okay. Come have some breakfast mamma. Rhett made it. It’s ‘lright and he is messy. He didn’t make no black smoke like Grandpa though.” Sadie said cheerfully, changing the subject.
YFN moved towards Rhett with a soft smile on her face. ”Looks like he did just fine. Thank you, sweet boy. This means a lot to me.” she said, and she ran her fingers through his hair.
“I thought you could use a sleep in after all the rides you went on babygirl.” he teased as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
“Rhett. Did you take mamma dancin’ and on the coaster to make her happy?” Sadie queried.
Rhett smiled warmly at her “Of course sweetheart. I promised you I’d make her happy.”
Sadie looked satisfied with his answer tittered away with her own “Okay then. Grannie, Miss Cece and Amy will be happy too. They said you are mamma’s boyfriend now.” she said simply.
“Do you know what a boyfriend is Sadie?” YFN asked carefully.
“Of course mamma” she said like the question was stupid. “A boyfriend is someone you love and kiss. And Rhett will love you and us and sleepover and have breakfast with us all the time and maybe dinner and sometimes lunch.” she explained with her four-year-old logic.
YFN let out relieved sigh, she must have been happy with Sadie’s view of it and so sat down on Rhett’s lap. He wrapped his arms around her tightly. “That sounds real good to me Sadie.” he said contentedly.
Hailey squealed and she threw a handful of egg at them, and he laughed loudly.
Rhett felt like his chest might burst. He was so fucking happy.
He’d always wanted to find that one special lady to share his whole self with. To love the good and bad, the tough and soft, the salty and the sweet, and the angel and the devil in him.
But instead Rhett had found three.
……..
#rhett abbott#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott fic#rhett abbott imagine#outer range fic#outer range#outer range imagine#lewis pullman#x reader#original character
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I just sent in an ask but I forgot I had another question! (the nature one)
When I said I was Catholic I meant Roman Catholic, but in my research for affirming churches and denominations I came across other groups/churches (I’m in America) that were technically Catholic but had slightly different names, and were very affirming. I was wondering if you had more information on these types of groups? I know at this point in my life I probably will not stay Roman Catholic but I know staying Catholic to an extent is important to my family.
Ok thanks again!
Whoops, forgot to post this one!
Yes, there are other Catholic groups beyond the Roman Catholic Church :D
There's the Liberal Catholic Church, the American Apostolic Old Catholic Church...I wish I had more information about them — followers?
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Within Roman Catholicism, there are also many LGBTQ+ affirming groups, including:
DignityUSA works for respect and justice for people of all sexual orientations, genders, and gender identities—especially gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender persons—in the Catholic Church and the world through education, advocacy, and support. You can see if there’s a local chapter near you on the site!
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New Ways Ministry has been advocating for justice, equality, and reconciliation within the larger church and civil communities since the late 1970s.
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The Progressive Catholic Voice is an “independent and grassroots forum for reflection, dialogue, and the exchange of ideas within the Catholic community of Minnesota and beyond.” It’s not LGBT specific, but here’s a link to all the posts that have been categorized as LGBT.
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The Wild Reed is a blog by Michael J. Bayly, an Australian who resides in the US and who served as the executive coordinator of the Catholic Pastoral Committee on Sexual Minorities (CPCSM) from 2003-2015. This blog has been churning out posts since 2006(!), with the most recent post being about Lil Nas X coming out. Lots of older posts review books, talk about queer Saints, and more.
As well as supportive clergy and religious, including:
Father James Martin, a Catholic priest who advocates for LGBTQA+ folk
Brother Robert Lentz, a monk and iconographer who frequently features queer Saints in his icons
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merry CHRISTMAS everyone!!!! absolutely delighted with The Church on Ruby Road and need to scribble out some thoughts:
oh Fifteen my beloved!!!! he's so charming and madcap, and i love how optimistic he seems to be about the future...although he hasn't lost sight of his past (and clearly isn't fully healed from all of his trauma - how could he be?), i am l i v i n g for his confidence and emotional sincerity 😭💖 not to mention, he can sing?!?! pretty sure Fifteen's gonna be one of my favourite Doctors 🤭
Ruby is such a darling and so easy to root for!!! she and Fifteen have such buoyant chemistry, you can't help but want the two of them to adventure forever 🥺💖
ohhhh everything with Carla and Cherry Sunday made me want to cry;;;; thank you Doctor Who for validating family structures which aren't between blood relatives!!! i absolutely loved the Doctor telling Ruby that she has the biggest family ever;;;
mavity is canon we're running with it and i think that's hysterical. good luck to the folks editing the fandom wiki 🙈💖
i loved e v e r y t h i n g the Doctor talked about concerning luck, coincidence, and languages!!! i think the Doctor talking about the language of rope is part of RTD's shift towards more fantastical stories with Fifteen...fantasy and sci-fi can be so wonderful when blended together, and i just thought this was a brilliant way of smashing together science and magic. like, the ropes being the goblins' 'electricity'? the 'ventilation shafts'? pretty much all the technobabble turned fantasybabble was awesome 🔥
said it already but the music. both from Janis Goblin and especially from the Doctor and Ruby. it was just so fun and silly!!! with an apparent music-themed villain on the horizon (unless Jinkx Monsoon is simply serving cunt in that outfit) i hope we get more in the future 🥰
i know it was retconned but the amount of time we all had where we thought Davina McCall was actually dead in the Doctor Who universe was so funny. i think we should have kept it that way 😂
MRS FLOOD????? oh we love an ominous direct address around here don't we!!!! there are a thousand theories knocking around right now and i'm sure they'll only get more complicated, but who are we betting on...is she the Rani? a future incarnation of the Doctor? 'The One Who Waits'? one of the Toymaker's legions? someone else?!?
ahhhhh the preview we got for the upcoming season has me so damn excited!!!!! it feels so good to be excited about Doctor Who again 🙈💖
#doctor who spoilers#doctor who#fifteenth doctor#the doctor#ruby sunday#the church on ruby road#the church on ruby road spoilers#carla sunday#cherry sunday#janis goblin#mrs flood#davina mccall#the rani#the toymaker#dw#dw spoilers#starleskatalks
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dirty dancing.
pairing: austin!elvis x black!fem!oc (cynthia)
warning: sensuality. talks of segregation. use of the terms “colored” but before anyone flips, i am a black woman. again, this is MY version of elvis cause, i’m not necessarily a fan of him irl and won’t portray that. saw this in the theater again and wrote while sitting there. it was mesmerizing. ps posting on this account to see if it'll show up in the tags lol.
song: that’s all right mama by big boy crudop. meant to be the slow sensual version seen in the movie.
wc: 1,285
masterlist.
pic creds to @enchantinglyjade <3 divider creds to @firefly-graphics
Bodies packed in like sardines. Sweat dripping from foreheads, backs, and forearms onto the slick floor beneath them. Heavy breaths and sighs of pleasure as bodies bumped against one another sensually.
Lustful eyes from the men. Adulterous touches from the women. Sweet whispers of the things they’d love to do behind closed doors.
It was a sight unlike that she’d ever seen before. She was a good girl. She went to church on Sundays and revivals during the weekday, wearing knee length dresses and long-sleeved cardigans, singing praises to the Lord and thanking Him for His goodness. She’d experienced the Holy Spirit in many ways—the shaking of hands, the stomping of feet, the warmth of her body.
However, what she experienced was nothing close. Her mother would be so disappointed. She exchanged her modest clothes for a short red dress that she’d only been caught dead in. Her coarse hair that was typically pinned up rested beneath her chin and framed her face beautifully.
Her back was cold against the wall. Out of the way she stayed. The woman she came with had found herself dancing with another man in the corner. She knew they’d be fornicating real good that night. She fought off a smile.
The song changed. A familiar tune that she’d heard only twice before. Her father forbade the “new-age” music, sighting that it promoted bad behavior and would influence her in the worst way. He was nowhere to be found, however, and she found herself humming along to the smooth guitar of Cordup.
“That’s all right, mama.”
“What’s a pretty lady doin’ huggin’ the wall?” a gasp fell from her lips. Her movement was restricted, as a strong body was in front of hers. Her head encased by a strong arm. The arm of a white boy, the only white boy comfortable enough to be in the presence of dozens of Black people. Elvis Presley, he was called. The white boy with the moves of a Black man. She’d only heard him on the radio and seen pictures on newspapers while passing stores on the way to school. They couldn’t afford televisions. Not that they’d sell one to a colored family, anyway.
“Uh-I—It’s my first time here. Not much into dancin’, sir,” she replied. Her voice trembled and wavered. He oozed sex appeal and it made her nervous. He wore a pink lace shirt tucked into loose fitting blue pants. His greasy black hair was slicked back with a few fallen pieces. Smudged liner and full lips, he was a beautiful man.
“Sir? Makes me sound as old as my daddy. Elvis Presley, darlin’, nice to meet ya. What’s your name?” His voice stirred unknown feelings within her. She found herself releasing a breath she didn’t know she held.
Colored people were expected to address all people, especially white people as “sir” and “ma’am” no matter what. Even a child. It was a haughty condition. “Cynthia. Shouldn’t you be elsewhere, Mr. Presley?” The way his name rolled off her tongue hand his fingers clenching against the wall. “Not talkin’ to a colored girl in a colored club. You could get in trouble. I could get in trouble.”
“Them laws don’t apply here.”
She scoffed. “They don’t apply to you, Mr. Presley. They will always apply to me and my folks. You should be dancin’ an’ prancin’ with one of them pretty white girls.”
A laugh fell from his lips. She was right, and he knew it. The segregation laws in the south were strict, that he understood. More than willing he was, however, to challenge them from a night with the shy, brown girl perched against the wall.
“That’s all right for you.”
“You’re prettier than them. Pretty eyes, pretty lips, pretty little shape.” His left hand cupped her hip gently. Cynthia jumped at his touch. She lifted her eyes and finally met his. A lump forcibly traveled down her throat. He stared her down like a lion at his prey. He was enchanted by her brown eyes, thin eyebrows, plump lips coated in red lipstick, and curvy shape. She was gonna be his by the end of the night. “Dance with me.”
“I don’t dance, Mr. Presley. Hence why the wall been my best friend all night.”
His lips grazed her ear. “I’ll teach ya. Jus’ move to the music.” He turned her around, pressing her back against his chest. His arm found her waist, his palm resting against her inner thigh. The short dress hiked up at the movement and his fingertips massaged her skin.
All of her mama’s teachings went out the window in the blink of an eye. From shouting praises to smiling at the sweet nothings from a man who was the devil himself. Her knees felt weak as their bodies pressed against each other. Her hand fingered through his dark locks as his lips kissed at her neck.
“That’s all right, mama.”
His grip on her thigh intensified and she felt his name trying to creep from behind her lips. It fumbled from her mouth without her consent. With the newfound pressure against her bottom, she knew he didn’t mind.
“Just like that, baby.”
Cynthia smiled at the pet-name. She never would’ve guess a man, let alone a white boy, would have her feeling warm and fuzzy in the middle of a hot, sweaty night club in the heart of Memphis.
“…just anyway you do.”
“Come with me.” He grabbed her hand and led her to the back of the club. They brushed passed waiters, dancers, singers, and fellows with limited self control. They wound up in an empty room in the back.
“Elvis—“ she was silenced by his mouth on hers. She was outdone, she’d never kissed a boy in her life. Their lips moved together messily and the sound of heavy breaths and teeth clashing filled the air.
She was pressed against the wall, her leg hiked against his hip, his body slotted between her lush thighs. There was an unfamiliar pounding between her legs that ached to be soothed. She found herself pressing against him, whimpering as her sensitivity brushed against his belt buckle. A chuckle fell from his lips.
His large hand cupped her neck, turning her head to the side as he nipped along her sweaty skin. Her small hands gripped his shirt as their bodies came as close as they could with their clothes on. Teasing fingers threatened to sneak into her garments. Her warmth was captivating.
“Mr. Presley,” Cynthia whimpered. “this isn’t right. We can’t.”
“We can. A little dirty dancin’ never hurt nobody, mama,” he said lowly, searching for her eyes in the dimly lit room. “Here—I want you to call me.” He let her leg fall as he dug in his pocket for a crinkled sheet of of paper and a pen.
“How many women do you gift your number to?” Cynthia questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. “I may be a colored girl but I’m not a fool like y’all think I am. You not gon’ fool me, Mr. Presley. I’m already risking a lot being in this damn closet, let alone lookin’ like a fool waiting for you to pick up the phone while you live like a rollin’ stone. Don’t give me this paper if you’re not gon’ pick up.”
She was shy, reserved, but she was smart. She’d never let someone make a fool of her, and that he could tell. He couldn’t do it if he tried, there was something about her that wouldn’t let him be the typical playboy he was.
“I won’t, darlin’, hand to God,” he raised his right hand, which he used to tilt her chin up. He kissed her gently. “then maybe we can have another night of dirty dancin’.”
i’m posting this on this acc cus it won’t come up in the tags on my other acc (saturnville). i usually do poetry on this acc but hey, gotta switch it up sometimes lol
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webtoons im currently hooked on
my brain hasnt been able to muster the attention span for dramas lately, so i've switched to reading webtoons for the time being. wanted to share some of my current favorites so maybe some folks can fangirl about them with me /o/
i also have a list of similar dramas so if youre new to webtoons but not dramas you can kind of compare #vibes
roughly in order:
TRAPPED (ALSO KNOWN AS OLGAMI OR NOOSE)
synopsis (mild spoilers)
girl meets boy at church. girl is an ex-convict who tried to kill someone. boy is a vampire. boy blackmails the girl into hiding his dead bodies using her job as a taxi driver. boy thought he had control over the situation. he absolutely does fucking not. the most fucked up slowest of slow burns ensues as fuck-or-die might become a little too literal.
why read
omfgggggggggggggg if you like your ships dysfunction junction this one is 100% for you. the romance takes a while to kick off, with the first season being mostly thriller with some unhinged UST between the leads, but when the male lead (park yunsu, vampire murderbastard) falls he falls hard and it is messy beyond all belief because the female lead (han chae-ah, taxi driver and unwilling gravedigger) does not forgive or forget and will do whatever it takes to survive. both leads are compelling and interesting and it's such a great take on enemy lovers (and not necessarily enemies to lovers)
chae-ah: i'll kill you
yunsu: alright :) try your best :) ill be waiting :)
the side characters are all really interesting as well! especially grimm, a 60-year-old child who definitely chooses mom in the divorce
similar dramas: basically take any fei wo si cun male lead (goodbye my princess, siege in fog), give him the ability to commit supernatural murder, and then pair him with a female lead who will absolutely kill him the second she gets a chance to
MY REASON TO DIE (ALSO KNOWN AS WHAT I DECIDED TO DIE FOR)
synopsis
ji-o is a talented taekwondo student athlete on her way to the olympics before she gets an injury that stalls her progress. while on the bus to training, she crosses paths with cha gyeol, a delinquent who runs with a rough crowd and almost never comes to school. as she navigates her feelings with unexpected first love, ji-o keeps having prophetic dreams-- ones where someone dies over and over again.
why read
female gaze: the webtoon lol. ok but actually what starts out as a fairly fluffy/slice of life high school romance has a plot twist that really rocks and made want to immediately start a reread of the whole webtoon.
similar dramas: someday or one day
MAYBE MEANT TO BE
synopsis
han jia is a 32 year old unemployed freelancer living with her parents, who are getting a little desperate to have her out of the house. during the holidays, she sneaks away from her family to have a smoke in the alleyway. there, she bumps into jin mincheol, a friend from childhood who she hasn't talked to in years. and he is just kind of. eating a chicken breast there. anyways.
they talk, and mincheol shares that his mother is also pressuring him to get married. jia proposes a contract marriage, not expecting mincheol to take her up on it. he does. immediately. oh shit.
why read
omg jia's a mess and mincheol's a nerd (affectionate x2). there's something just really delightful about seeing these little weirdos work through their issues, grow, and realize that they actually fit really well together. i love them both. mincheol is just so delightfully consistent and we get to see jia begin to figure her life out. the humor is spot on as well, i've laughed out loud several times
similar dramas: because this is my first life
OTHERS I REALLY LIKE
something about us. gayoung and woojin have been friends forever. when woojin comes back to college after his military service, that begins to get shaken up. friends to lovers with really cute art and one of my favorite second leads of all time
unholy blood. hayan is a pureblood vampire OUT FOR REVENGE against other vampires. blood+ vibes in the best way (not that far into this one yet, BUT IM READY)
dreaming freedom/freedom in dreams. jeongmin is relentlessly bullied in school, and the only way she escapes is through lucid dreaming, where she imagines her life differently and also how she can get her revenge. in her dreams, she meets a manic murder yandere boy, and shit escalates from there
cheese in the trap. aaaaaaaay we know this one :'D
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Saturn Pisces Transit (2023-early 2026)
Tomorrow Saturn leaves out of his child sign Aquarius and moves into Jupiter/Neptune child sign Pisces!
For the past 6 years; Saturn dominate folks(Capricorn and Aquarius) has gone through massive changes and had to grow up basically. Now Pisces it’s your turn to start getting serious about your long term plans. Many of you are about to go through your Saturn return.
Pisces-fantasy, creativity, spirituality, delusions, isolations, escapism, Rose colored glasses, addictions
Saturn-structure, discipline, restriction, longevity, long term commitments, long term blessing
The last time Saturn was in Pisces was in 1993-1995.
If you’re old enough, what was happening in your life at that time
My personal predictions with this transit
-more people are going to start to talk about their addictions more.
Harsh reality and getting more sober.
-time to take the rose colored glasses off. Whatever red flags you’ve been ignoring regarding your family, friends, romantic partner, hell even yourself; you’ll have no choice but start getting real and setting boundaries
-I said this before but it’s really time to start turning your big dreams into reality! Even if just a stepping stone; as long as you putting in the work, Saturn rewards.
-expect to see lots of religious symbolism everywhere. In movies, music and tv shows. I’ve personally started seeing Jesus symbolism a lot lately. I feel a lot of people are going to be come more spiritual but not trusting the church like how it’s been. Expect lots of people coming forth with how they’ve been mistreated by the church as well. Their may be some church scandals
-music having more of an escape sound to them
-astrology may have some push back from the general population (what’s new)😅. I feel you’re still going to have lots of people dive deep into it though.
-people who’ve exploited or scamming people with spirituality will not have a good time during this transit. Saturn is about fairness (exalted in Libra) so using spiritually as joke is not something to play with!
Meanwhile; the astrologers, healers and mystics who have actually spent their time helping people with their life will be rewarded and have good fortune sent their way! Pisces is traditionally ruled by Jupiter and he rules over blessings!
-celebrities who has Pisces placements will be in the spotlight more, especially the ones who has Saturn Pisces
What do you all think?? What are some of your predictions?
#astrology community#astrology#knowledge#love astrology#astro observations#saturn#pisces#astro transits#astro predictions
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Alrighty kids, dad has some thoughts to share.
I‘m talking about Helluva Boss episode 6 „Truth Seeker“… uhm obviously spoilers yk
Just to remind y‘all in this episode ma bois Blitz and Moxxie were kidnapped by some shady government people. They were eventually drugged resulting in one funky ass trip. What I wanna talk about is this scene:
(Pic is a direkt screenshot from the episode on YouTube)
In his drug out state Blitz finds himself crawling up these stairs with Stolas sitting at the top, taunting him the entire time. But lets take a look at the colour scheme. Because obviously I‘m not the first to notice what this looks like, especially considering the white feathers falling down and everything.
(Got the pic from the Hazbin Hotel Fandom Wiki)
Folks, lemme introduce you to Blitz personal stairway to heaven.
Now Heaven has always been a sort of scary concept to me (religious trauma says hi) the pure desperation I have seen in some members of my old church. It honestly terrified me more than their accusations and shouts of me being sent to hell to burn in eternal damnation. I see this desperation in Blitz here.
Imps are ranked lowest in hell‘s hierarchy yet Blitz managed to build an independent business and make a name for himself, he has a family as fucked up as they might be, but he needs the book (can’t spell the proper word, to lazy too look it up). He can‘t call off the deal without loosing everything he‘s worked so hard to gain.
But them something unexpected happened to him. Blitz found his heaven with Stolas. Going back to the first pic we can see that he in not only putting Stolas in a clear position of power here, he is going as far as putting him in the position of God. A crule unloving god, a paradise he can never reach without giving himself up completely. Their deal binds him, he is stuck watching, reaching out but never quite grasping. And to him Stolas is the puppeteer behind all this pulling on his strings making him do as he pleases but still Blitz can not help but want him. For more than the book, for more than just sex. Blitz wants Stolas.
Golden binds appear on his limps and yet he still continues his way up. At first of his own accord but when he shows a moment of hesitation Stolas is there with a chain around his neck to pull him up the rest of the way (not unlike the chains we see between overlords and the souls they own is Hazbin Hotel)
This is how he sees his relationship with Stolas. Blitz gives all the power over to him and he hates it. But quite like the souls in Hazbin he can‘t leave.
Lastly I wanna address the figures standing beside Stolas with the big fan things, because they too look like Blitz. He is serving Stolas constantly even when he hasn‘t even made it halfway up the stairs and not getting any acknowledgment for it. (this is of course what Blitz perceives / belives, because obviously Stolas wants nothin‘ more than to love this little guy)
I don‘t think Blitz is even consciously aware of all this shit. He just knows that there is a power imbalance (which is very real btw. no matter how much Stolas wants to ignore it) and he doesn‘t like it.
Welp I hope this made sense, was just something that was brewing in my head for a while so I thought might as well put it out there, offering my mind to the people’s judgement.
Have a nice day everyone!
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Heyo! I'm an ex mormon trans gal who came across your blog and overall good for you for sticking to what you believe and being a sort of bridge for queer folk in the church, especially the kids!
I couldn't do it. I tried going back to the church after several years into hrt and my experience was horrid. Every week I was told to meet with the bishop and I was restricted more and more. I ended up being unable to use the woman's restroom (mens was fine though :|), go to relief society, or basically ever give talks/prepare lessons/speak during testimony.
The main thing that hurt the most is that everyone was really glad I was back while they were talking to me, but since I was going to a single's ward full of people I knew in my family ward growing up, everyone knew I was trans and I think people reported being uncomfortable with me being in 'female only' spaces. No one called me by my actual name and only one person ever called me Sister. Every restriction placed upon me was also supposedly coming from higher up as well. Stake presidency was involved, and iirc, my bishop said he wrote the big 12 and got answers back for what I was and wasn't allowed to do. Another horrible thing is that they wanted to set me up with church therapists (I already had a therapist and had been on hormones for years at this point) and counselors, and when I heard about that is when I dipped. I know conversion therapy isn't technically legal here, but I know that also doesn't stop church therapists from constantly berating you and basically telling you you're 'on the wrong path'.
Quite honestly it was hellish trying to walk the line of being a trans woman in the church. I think letting queer kids that are in the church having a way to find themselves is huge though and I'm so glad you're able to walk that line, so thank you. I hope me randomly sending this is okay, thought you might enjoy an ex-members perspective on what made her leave.
Wow, that's a lot, and unfortunately that is not uncommon. Thank you for sharing.
I want people to be happy, healthy, and whole, and it's a real shame it usually isn't possible for queer people inside the LDS Church.
My being in church is complicated. Sometimes it's lovely and other times I wonder if I can keep going, or even if I should.
I use this blog to write about my own thoughts, feelings and experiences as a queer Mormon. I also post things that are affirming of queer people. We need more affirmations in our lives to refute the rejecting messages we get from church and society.
I wish things were different at church, God loves everyone, God says we're all alike, God says we're to all be one and not treat each other differently based on gender, nationality, and so on. We're to treat others how we want to be treated. And yet, humans aren't so good at that.
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"Poor little kid.
He just sits over there every morning as the sun comes up.
Never says a word.
Just sits there watching the ocean and listening to the waves.
One time I walked over to him.
'How you doin'?' I asked. 'What's your name?'
He just looked at me.
Didn't say a thing.
I figured he didn't understand me.
His granddaddy and momma are migrant workers picking peaches here until they move on down the coast.
I thought maybe he only spoke Spanish.
Finally, he whistled.
It wasn't like a normal whistle with a shrill sound and two notes.
Nope, it was an unusual whistle.
It had all kinds of sounds in it, all kinds of notes.
I've never heard anything like it in my life.
It was like he was tryin' to say somethin' to me, but I had no idea what it was.
Then he looked back at the ocean and was quiet again.
I feel for him.
I wonder what we could do to help him?"
Folks had talked that way about him since the day he was born.
"Poor little baby," said the labor and delivery nurses at the hospital.
"Born on a day like today.
And his family has no papers.
What could we do to help him?"
His family had just crossed into the United States.
They had ridden the train, The Beast the migrants called it, all the way from the scorched earth of El Salvador's twelve year civil war to the Mexican - U.S. border.
A coyote had brought them into the promised land and had taken them all the way to Miami.
His mamí was pregnant with him and the time had come for her to deliver.
The coyote stopped in front of St. Mary's church, made the sign of the cross, and put them out on the street with nothing but the tattered clothes on their backs and the battered shoes on their feet.
As a matter of fact, his mamí’s shoes had fallen apart many miles ago so she was barefooted.
His abuelo lifted the iron knocker on the church's door and let it fall back to it's iron plate.
He did this again and again until an old nun cracked open the door to the night.
The nun was a good woman, full of wisdom and compassion.
She had worked in the city for many years.
"I've seen it all," she said many times.
Or she thought she had.
For of all the people she had seen as an inner-city nun - convicts, addicts, broken people, oppressed people - she had never seen the beauty and suffering in the faces of Gustavo and Maria at the church door that night.
Their eyes were light with beauty, the beauty of being in a land without war, the beauty of bringing a new life into the world.
Yet their bodies were heavy with suffering.
They were filthy dirty after thousands of miles of migration over the long, treacherous road.
Their shoulders sagged under the weight of years of homelessness, for their first home had been destroyed by bombs and their home since then had been tiny spaces of little kindnesses people had shown them along the way.
They were quiet with the silence of the fear of the unknown.
The nun was especially struck by the sight of Maria.
She was sitting on the bottom step of the church, her bare feet pressed flat against the concrete sidewalk, her arms wrapped around her swollen belly, and her face anguished in the pains of labor.
"Vamanos á la carro," said the nun.
"We have to get to the hospital now!"
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//Heyyyy folks, not to be that guy but if you could tag your anti Mormon posts, I would appreciate it.
//I know a lot of people really hate religion and base a lot of their talking points on negative experiences by members and non members. But EVERY religion has that, from Christianity to Judaism to Islam to every other religion out there.
//I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and we’re trying to be better, kinder and more Christ-like every day. From our leaders to our families, we’re trying to to be like Jesus and love others as he did. We don’t get it right all the time, heck some of us don’t get it right at all thanks to man-made cultural tradition that isn’t really based in scripture or doctrine.
//But we’re trying.
//so if you would, please stop comparing world religions you don’t like (specifically Christian ones —very specifically my religion— since those are the ones I’m seeing recently) to dangerous cults, I would appreciate it.
//because Everyone has the right to choose the religion that works for them and brings them closer to God (whoever that is to you) and it’s not anyone’s responsibility to take that away from them and force them into what you think is right. God doesn’t work like that, faith doesn’t work like that. We can share our religions with each other but never force them.
//so please stop banging on other religions you disagree with and leave us be, ok?
//If you all would like to see for yourself what LDS folks are like (especially outside of Utah) I definitely encourage you to watch these guys and make the decision for yourself on if we are as bad as everyone says.
— Pastor Jeff, a non-denominational Christian pastor fighting criticism with curiosity as he explores the doctrine, culture, and history of the LDS church on HelloSaints — https://youtube.com/@HelloSaints
— LDS YouTubers talking about faith, doctrine, and culture in the LDS Church on SaintsUnscripted — https://youtube.com/@SaintsUnscripted
— and two teachers making in depth YouTube videos for folks studying the scriptures—Bible (old & New Testament), Book of Mormon, Doctrine & Covenants, & Pearl of Great Price.
—And finally our church website where you can look at all of our stuff — scriptures, doctrine, standards, conferences (where our leaders talk to us as a church)—
//none of you have to look at these, but before you go off and write us LDS folks off as a cult, take a look at who we are and decide if we’re really abusive cultish monsters or if we’re just people making our way in the world according to the values we already hold, and making mistakes along the way.
#¢::passin'gossip::¢#ooc#¢::outofspooks::¢#//there has been a lot if anti Mormon stuff going on and I’m really not ok with it.#religion#cw religion#//gonna tag these bc I know some people aren’t comfortable with it#//but please know that this is beginning to become an issue and I’m not ok with it.
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On Shadowheart's faith and how it mirrors my own (some heavy topical talk of religion and faith, FYI)
I've seen Shadowheart get dragged for her faith and her cagey-ness and unwillingness to talk about herself and especially her religion, and on the one hand, YES, she does worship a deity who wants to dissolve creation back into primordial darkness out of a petty and childish grudge. Like, that isn't nothing.
But when I hear Shadowheart talk about what her faith means to her, what this goddess who everyone else calls evil (and from our outside perspective, rightly so) means to her... to be honest, I hear my own spiritual journey in her words.
I was raised a Christian and now primarily worship Lilith, one of many names Christianity considers a straight up demon. But... because my family and community doesn't share that faith, I have to live in their world. So I've gotten practiced at keeping quiet about this fundamental part of myself, at playing the game with my cards close to the chest. When the topic of my faith comes up, I do my best to deflect the conversation or give a diplomatically worded non-answer, and yeah, I do get flustered and irritated when pressed if I didn't choose to reveal these details on my own. After all, one's faith is a DEEPLY personal thing, a core function of who they are that in many ways defines them.
While I have the wonder and the pleasure to know plenty of folks for whom my faith means exactly nothing, or is at most an unorthodox point of curiosity and vague interest, that's not how things started. The first few years after I found my own faith were.... rough. I wasn't sure who I could trust with that part of me, who I could trust to not ridicule me or accuse me of doing it for attention. I can only imagine what it would be like for Shadowheart to live life as part of a cult that is actively suppressed and hunted, where, in fact, "they" ARE in fact out to get her.
My divorce from my parent's god came when I was disillusioned as a teenager. The incredibly likable and charismatic pastor who had overseen my Confirmation had moved on to a new church, and I realized that when I prayed, there really wasn't... anything there. Nobody on the other end, or at least nobody interested enough to listen. I don't think Pastor Dan was a bad guy or a charlatan or anything. I think he really had meant to help. But in his effort to make his faith accessible/relevant, etc., he'd oversold it, and without his likability to reinforce things, I found myself in a reality that was significantly darker and less caring than I was led to expect, and I was left feeling that kind of alone you can only feel in a room full of people who don't even acknowledge you. I can't speak to whether the Christian God is real or not, only that it never once spoke to me in all my years of praying to it.
And while Shadowheart isn't remembering fully or accurately, and she has been manipulated by the Cult of Shar far more than she's initially ready to accept, that doesn't mean how she feels is incorrect. We are the sum of what we can remember, after all. Our feelings and opinions in large part are determined by what we have experienced and can recall. When she talks about what Shar specifically means to her, and how through Shar she found meaning in her moments of greatest darkness and pain, I get that. Like, that's literally where my faith was found: when I was at my lowest point, in a period of incredible darkness, self-harm and nearly worse. And in that moment of darkness, I had an experience: "I am not the one you prayed to, but I will help you, if you let me."
To say that was a transformative moment isn't doing it justice. It's the kind of moment that changes a life.
And that's what happened to Shadowheart, at least by her recollection, her truth. The objective truth in-game is of course more complicated and tells a much more dramatic story, but to be honest, Larian could have left it there and had Shadowheart's account be 100% correct and true and found some other way to use her faith to challenge her and it would have worked just as well, because Shadowheart's tale is a realistic one at its core: a lonely, suffering, desperate child finds a VERY unlikely savior. To boot, said savior is an incredibly dark being that others purely have cause to fear and mistrust, one not known for compassionate action. Of course Shadowheart plays it close to the chest. Of COURSE she assumes others won't trust her if they know more about her. All she's ever known of sharing her faith with outsiders has been fear, mistrust, and even persecution. Their experience with her goddess is so, SO incredibly different from hers, they literally cannot understand why she would find meaning in or be loyal to such a deity. I know what that's like because I've lived that, if to a far less extreme degree.
And it was SO NICE to have a character who made my lived experience feel seen — even if the writers DID pull the rug out from under me later, the fuckers.
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A great photograph of Howard Finster by Margo Rosenbaum.
Born on February 17, 1939, she earned her bachelor’s degree in painting and drawing from the San Francisco Art Institute in California and her master’s degree in the same field from the University of Iowa. In 1966 she married Art Rosenbaum, also an artist and musician. Over the years, Rosenbaum has collaborated with her husband on numerous projects, most notably photographing folk musicians as he recorded their performances.
Howard Finster (1916 – 2001) was an American artist and Baptist minister from Georgia. He claimed to be inspired by God to spread the gospel through the design of his swampy land into Paradise Garden, a folk art sculpture garden with over 46,000 pieces of art. His creations include outsider art, naïve art, and visionary art. Finster came to widespread notice in the 1980s with his album cover designs for R.E.M. and Talking Heads.
Finster was born at Valley Head, Alabama, and lived on the family farm as one of 13 children. He attended school from age six into the sixth grade. He said he had his first vision at the age of three years, when he saw his recently deceased sister Abbie Rose walking down out of the sky wearing a white gown. She told him, "Howard, you're gonna be a man of visions."
He became "born again" at a Baptist revival at the age of 13 and began to preach at 16. He gave the occasional sermon at local churches and wrote articles for the town newspaper, and became a full-time pastor at Rock Bridge Baptist Church in 1940. He later served at the Mount Carmel Baptist Church in Fort Payne, Alabama, shortly before venturing into full-time art.
Finster began building his first garden park museum in Trion, Georgia, in the late 1940s. It featured an exhibit on the inventions of mankind in which Finster planned to display one of everything that had ever been invented, models of houses and churches, a pigeon flock and a duck pond.
When he ran out of land in Trion in 1961, he moved to Pennville, Georgia, near Summerville, and bought four acres (16,000 m²) of land upon which to build the Plant Farm Museum "to show all the wonderful things o' God's Creation, kinda like the Garden of Eden." It features such attractions as the "Bible House," "the Mirror House," "the Hubcap Tower," "the Bicycle Tower," "the Machine Gun Nest," and the largest structure in the garden, the five-story "Folk Art Chapel." He also started putting up signs with Bible verses on them because "he felt that they stuck in people's heads better that way."
He retired from preaching in 1965 and focused all of his time on improving the Plant Farm Museum. In 1976, he had another vision to paint sacred art. According to Finster, "...one day I was workin' on a patch job on a bicycle, and I was rubbin' some white paint on that patch with this finger here, and I looked at the round tip o' my finger, and there was a human face on it... then a warm feelin' come over my body, and a voice spoke to me and said, 'Paint sacred art.'"
His diverse range of subjects include pop culture icons like Elvis Presley, historical figures like George Washington, Ronald Reagan, religious images like The Devils Vice and "John the Baptist," UFOs and aliens, war and politics. His paintings are colorful and detailed; they use flat picture plane without perspective and are often covered with words, especially Bible verses. Every painting also has a number: God had asked him to do 5,000 paintings to spread the gospel and Finster wanted to keep track.
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Miss Thunder: Well, the Wheel of the Year spins around again to my favorite season: Fall with the Autumn Equinox! The crisp air, the leaves changing color, and all the seasonal scents and flavors, I love it!
Although I'm gonna share a playlist of some seasonal-inspired music as I always do, I want to take a moment to share some thoughts about where I am in a spiritual sense.
You see, I've been posting these playlists for a while now during the Solstices and Equinoxes. I suppose it was only a matter of time but Cassie asked me recently, "Are you a pagan, Penny?"
And I think my answer is "I think so? Maybe?"
Not that I blame her for asking. All these posts and my extensive New Age/Metaphysical book and music collection would make anyone curious.
I've been raised Christian (Anglican specifically) more-or-less my whole life but my family has never been super religious. We usually only went to church for holidays like Christmas or Easter or for special events like weddings and baptisms.
However, as you know, my family is in a rather peculiar spot when it comes to spiritual matters. Being the physical Avatar of an ancient goddess makes going to church feel rather...off. My Nan confided in me that she also felt that way when she was Miss Thunder and has also slowly drifted away from Christianity over the years, especially as she's been gathering more and more research about the Goddess.
Not that I'm gonna start burning down churches or anything rash like that but...I don't know. It's not like I don't appreciate attending mass while growing up. Even now, if I feel genuinely fearful or frightened, I'll still say the Lord's Prayer to meself to settle my nerves from time to time. But lately, perhaps as I become more attuned to my powers, I honestly feel more spiritually connected, if you will, away from the church and out in the wilderness.
Now that I think of it, even before I received my powers, I've felt more of a connection to the ancient pagan sites of England. I still remember vividly my parents and I went on holiday to Stonehenge when I was in secondary school. I swear, I could've stayed in that circle forever. I just felt so at peace with myself amongst those giant stones, imagining the old Druid rites that must've taken place there. Perhaps even old Merlin himself stood there, gathering strange and mystical powers on a cool Autumn Equinox night.
As I read more and more about Neopagan traditions, (like Wicca, Witchcraft, Shamanism, etc.) there's just something more, I hesitate to use the word "pure" because of negative connotations but something more authentic, I suppose, about these faiths. To me, at least. There's no dogma to obey other than "Don't be an arse", there's no book that somebody with a chip on their shoulder can rewrite for their own agenda. There's just you and the Other, be it a goddess, god, spirit, Fair Folk, Alien, or whatever feels best for you.
And if I'm being honest, I've never felt more alive and spiritually centered than when I'm in the Goddess' domain, be it amongst the old trees at Hamilton Park or on the beach, listening to the waves pound on the shore.
Well, that's enough of my rambling. I apologize for making you read all that but it's been on my mind for a while now and I just felt like I had to get it off my chest. As promised, here are some autumn-inspired tunes for you to enjoy! Curl up with some warm cider and Blessed Be!
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#Ask Miss Thunder#Miss Thunder#Autumn Equinox#Mabon#A bit rambly but it feels good to finally talk about this stuff#cw: religion#Loreena McKennitt#Big Country#Dave Brubeck Quartet#Tori Amos#David Bowie#From my personal collection#Autumn#Youtube
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Answers in the Aces
Today is International Asexuality Day! And in recognizing what today is, I realized that I've never really shared my story on a public forum.
So, *deep breath*, here we go.
I only put the pieces together in the past few years. Before, I didn't have a name for it.
I grew up Agnostic, but by teenagerhood my family was full-on in the Conservative Christian Church at the height of the Purity Movement—a movement that was so damaging for so many people.
On my wedding morning, I told a member of my family, "I'm not sure I can have sex tonight." Their eyes widened as they looked at me, and they uttered a single sentence in response, "But it's your duty."
Duty. As though I had no agency or right of refusal. That is how they saw it.
Thankfully, Matthew didn't. We did not have sex on our wedding night or during our entire honeymoon.
His respect for me and my autonomy has always been one of the most incredible things considering we were both raised in the same mindset—a husband should have sex when he wants and a wife should not refuse.
But I couldn't live that way. And, thankfully, neither could he.
Matthew didn't need to understand what was going on with me to respect me. This was huge, especially since I wasn't hearing it anywhere else in my life.
Our church even had month-long sex challenges. Yes, that's right. Sex challenges. Singles were encouraged to abstain for a month and married couples were supposed to have sex every night.
I felt like something was broken inside of me because I definitely didn't want to have sex every night. If I feel any inclination towards sex, it's usually associated with hormone fluctuations rather than attraction.
I simply don't feel sexual attraction. And I thought that there was something very wrong with me.
But there was nothing wrong with me.
Within the church, folks would talk about things I could do to "get your libido up"—everything from certain foods to skin patches. It was always about "fixing" me.
But nothing needed to be fixed.
I'm simply me. I tend to say I'm a demisexual with a hard Ace lean.
I don't feel sexual attraction, but I do have bursts of hormones that make me more receptive, and I have zero interest in directing those energies toward anyone but my lovely husband. And that's it.
And I will forever be grateful for Matthew. Even before we had a name for it, he chose me over the mindset we were both raised in. Yes, I should have recognized and respected my own autonomy, but I was so afraid of being broken that I didn't.
I wish more people in my position had such a loving and understanding partner who made space for them to find their way.
So, my Ace siblings, it's our day! And I am so thankful for each and every one of you.
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FANTASY PERIOD DRAMA??? YES PLEASE TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT
okay so that’s for my pair of oldest ocs
Right is Mariette a middle/upper class French woman
left is Pierre a working class individual with the makings of an inventor
The story takes place quite a bit before the French Revolution, but does have some related things going on that lead up to it like the American revolution which is talked about by many of the characters. Pierre is a witch which isn’t uncommon among the working class, a majority of the population are witches to varying degrees. Mariette is a shifter, she can become a rabbit, shifters are believed to be blessed by the gods and carry their traits in familial lines, Mariette specifically is blessed by the goddess of fertility who is often represented by a rabbit in religious iconography .(this fantasy France is still heavily influenced by the church but with a different religion where all the gods are related to a core ideal in their society)
the story revolves around self identity, social classes, heavy classism and social disparities are touched on, religion, optimism despite hard times, and a budding romance that is incredibly confusing for those involved based on a number of factors including the gender identity of both main characters, the social classes they belong to, along with things like responsibilities and family.
Pierre meets Mariette after he sees her fall in a fountain after tripping, no one was helping her since it would be seen as disrespectful and crude for the lower class folk to offer her a hand, Pierre couldn’t care less about that and helps get Mariette out of the fountain with some effort (a soaked 18th century dress is incredibly heavy), she thanked him afterwards and he told her that she should get out of the wet clothing since it was hard to walk in, she wasn’t too keen on this idea but followed him to his work shop where he was an apprentice and allowed him to bring her a dress he claims belonged to his sister, she dresses and leaves, people are a little more than surprised to see her wearing a much less expensive gown but she makes her way home, later on seeing Pierre again and they slowly learn more about each other.
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Mariette feels her responsibility to her family strongly and wants to do her best to make her father happy but struggles with following his ideals and choices while trying to find herself she wants to be a good daughter but also wants to be an independent driving force in her own life. On top of all of this she feels a duty to her religion and one that she can not feel she can fully fulfill in more than one way.
Pierre wants to be an inventor and hopes to bring his family the best life he can afford and legally obtain (blah blah blah laws not allowing peasants to buy nice things and more) hense his apprenticeship, his is hopelessly optimistic and does his best to keep his head held high, he hopes to improve his social standings once he becomes a well known inventor, but he struggles with poverty and due to his kind hearted attitude will throw himself in harms way to try and break up fights or help people that may not have his best interest in mind.
There’s a whole lot of other things like the man who Pierre trains under and Pierre and Mariette’s families especially her father that I can’t really fit in here, but it’s one of my stories that I live a lot and would do a comic for if it wasn’t so important for me to be mostly historically accurate especially when it comes to visuals with a few liberties taken, I may write a book for it one day.
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