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You still deserve to feel good if you're overweight.
You still deserve to feel good if you're underweight.
You still deserve to feel good if you've got a flat ass.
You still deserve to feel good if you've got little to no self esteem.
You still deserve to feel good if you're insecure.
You still deserve to feel good if you've got STD's.
You still deserve to feel good if you've got "bad"/uncommon kinks.
You still deserve to feel good if you're into vanilla things.
You still deserve to feel good if the way you participate in kinks is different to what's normal.
You deserve to feel good.
#body positivity#body positive#fat positvity#sex positive#kink friendly#queer nsft#nsft#dom/sub#nsft queer#nsft trans#trans nsft#queer ns/fw
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Found this fic on A03 and it's about queer platonic Crowley and aziraphle and I absolutely love it.
As an aroace that is slightly sex positive this is a very cute story. (Yes there is smut in this fic although id hardly call it smut. They have sex)
It also makes me feel better that I'm human and it's okay for me not to be attracted sexually to people or things.
Also this author has like 760 fics of GO and they are absolutely great so go check them out!
#good omens#good omens fandom#fanfic#i love this fic#ace spec#sex positive#queer platonic relationship#aziracrow#aziraphale#crowely#qpr positivity#sex positve asexual
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Alt Text: The problem isn't your body or mind or someone else's body or mind not doing what they are supposed to, because when we're doing it right, there just isn't a supposed-to in sex... the aim is to explore and find what works for you, uniquely, rather than reading from someone else's script based in fantasy or in someone else's body or sexuality.
From: Disability Dharma: What Including & Learning From Disability Can Teach (Everyone) About Sex by Heather Corinna
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Oh shit it's ace week????? Well fuck my homework I guess I have memes to make--
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A Poem
touch yourself early and often
learn your body before you share your body
use mirrors to learn how beautiful you are
let yes come from every part of you before you
share you
when your eggs drop, you are in heat
the risk is greater than the heat-use protection
if your pussy gets sick, feed yourself plain
yogurt, garlic
drink primrose tea, rub her with coconut oil
when your blood comes, it's time to rest
know that you are never unclean, never
untouchable
use a cup within or a rag without; no trash
needed
now you have power of life, a child is a forever
decision
your pleasures will grow with you, never say
never
whether voracious or sated, you are whole,
unbroken
your orgasms are medicine and magic, use
them well
be a lifelong lover to yourself, let others join
you
always, always: celebrate your miraculous body
adrienne maree brown, Pleasure Activism: The Politics of Feeling Good
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𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
pairing:: toji fushiguro x fem!reader
word count:: 2.7k
warnings:: erm, black coded charas, toji is such a househusband, smut, soft sex, f!receiving fingering, backshots, toji has a slight praise kink, size kink.
notes:: heres the playlist, hope u enjoy. not mandatory to listen to but i made it for the fic so take your time reading <3 hope yall like it
𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, you can come home to your lovely husband and unwind with some soft sex. 💕
The garage doors beeped as you pressed the remote to shut them, parking your sleek, black Mazda RX 7. You grabbed your heels from the floor of the passenger seat, having kicked them off when you hopped in. Tired out from work and dragging your pained feet against the floors with your purse falling off your shoulders and weighing down your elbow.
You walked up the stairs to the mud room, pushing into the living area where you dumped your belongings: padding up to the bedroom through the dimly lit space. "Toji? Baby, you in here?" You softly spoke out into the bedroom, hearing the shower going. Grabbing your Ipad, you turned on a song that'd been playing in your head all day, letting it ring out through the built in speakers of your bedroom and bath.
Then, you flopped onto the bed, rubbing at your scalp that was tender from your butt-length braids but also hot from the heat of the day.
Groaning, you rolled back and forth with hands in your hair, sucking your teeth in annoyance and hearing for the shower doors as the water stopped. You felt like taking a long relaxing soak in the hot tub, or getting a hot oil massage, anything would do to kill your pain right now.
Luckily for you, the day's heatwave made way for thunderstorms: a flash of lightning in your peripheral vision reminding you of it. Shuffling in the bathroom made your head perk up from where you were laying, following it came a heavy downpour outside.
You shut your eyes and let the A.C tickle your skin, feeling your head lazily spin with the music while you mumbled along with the lyrics. "Cute song," his deep voice disrupted your laze. You lifted yourself to a seated position, eyes low as you peered at him and learning the giveaway of his musk. A towel slung over his broad, muscular shoulders and another wrapped tight around his waist; a blunt clamped between his lips.
"Hi, baby," you whisper, eyeing his damped skin, saturated from the steam of his hot shower and the prominent veins poking out just above where the towel lay on his waist. Toji eyed you back of course, sauntering over and dropping his head down to meet your lips; the hand holding his blunt rest gently on your waist. His thumb rubbed softly against you, disturbing the fabric your white button up that was wrinkled from a day's work.
A few long, closed kisses greeted you, another to your chin, cheek and finally on your forehead. "How was work, angel?" He straightened himself up, gravelly voice making your tummy tingle slightly. Him standing so close to you made you face first with his waist. He took a drag of the blunt, "It was a'ight, baby, watchu' been up to?"
Toji blows smoke down to you and hums in thought, "Cleaned up the garage like you asked, n' washed the other car. Made spaghetti n' meatballs f'dinner, should still be warm." You hum in acknowledgement, putting your hand on his waist with a kiss to a vein to push him back slowly as you stood up. Your acrylics tickled his skin, this week you had long, white and clear marbled, stiletto nails.
You wrap your arms around his neck, slightly on your tip toes to reach him; forcing his body to sway with yours to the music, a hand on your waist. Head bowed and resting on his bare chest, you guided his hips to follow yours, eyes closed as you basked in the smoke he blew out.
"You eat already?" Toji gives you a positve hum, "Gimme' a drag," you lift your head to him with your eyes close and pout. He gives you a deep laugh as you two rock with the music.
Your mouth drops open when you feel him poke the blunt at your puffy lips, taking a deep breath and letting the smoke out slow when he puts the blunt back between his lips. Toji holds your hips still and you open your eyes, his dark ones gazing deeply into yours, "Needa' get out of these clothes, angel." He holds the blunt between his teeth and fondled with the button and zipper on your pants.
"Wanna' eat dinner first, 'fore I shower n' shit."
"Nah, you needa relax, baby, c'n massage you if ya' want." Toji squeezes your hips and attempts to pull your pants past your hips with obvious struggle, the song switches and you bounce and nod your head to it. Grabbing ahold of your pants, you push them past your hips for him. He grumbles a 'thank you' and slips them down your legs, his well-kept nails softly grazing against your skin.
The plush, softness of your thighs, sway heavy as Toji pulled your pants off, bending down and letting you grab his shoulder for leverage while he unhooked them from your feet. It was a miracle his towel stayed on so snugly, you thought. While on his knee, Toji gives your feet a gentle squeeze, in return receiving one to his shoulder.
He kisses your knees as he stands up, pulling the blunt from his mouth with one last drag and resting it in the tray on the TV stand by the wall. Toji's hands quickly find your collarbone, caressing your skin and brushing his hands against your neck. He massages the muscles there as you tilt your head back to relax; your body weight supported by his hand on your waist.
"Toji... baby," You groan when he touches a specific spot, hands gripping on his shoulders as you melt into his touch.
"Yea, angel?" You stare at him and he stares back, love and mischief in his red rimmed eyes. He undoes the buttons of your shirt, slowly and one by one; your eyes can only follow his strong hands with each move. Eyes growing heavy with each unwinding touch.
You lick your lips, pushing your lips against his as he undid the last button, both his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. Your lips lock together and you moan into each other. Your tongues stroke the other and Toji's large hands cascade along your body similarly to yours, your shirt removed.
He kisses on your neck, decorating you with little love bites while you suck big hickies onto his. The aches in your body leave you when Toji lifts you, guiding your legs around his waist and taking you both near the headboard. He plops you onto his pillow and grabs two more off the floor, making a little mound of pillows at the headboard. His soft touches lead you onto your knees, back pressing against his chest.
Looking back briefly, you can only see his broad shoulders, at least twice the size of yours and he gently turns your head back with a few fingers to your chin. "Think you c'n relax f'me?" His hands grab your shoulders, massaging as you stared down at where your knees sunk into the pillows.
"I can try, baby," you murmur, biting at your lip.
Toji presses up against you, chin resting on your head, you could feel the heat radiating off him: it made your heart quicken with anticipation. His fingers skim the surface of your skin, working their way down past the small of your back to the band of your panties at your hips. He tugs his fingers into the bands, pressing them into the skin under it before sliding them down oh, so slowly.
You grow nervous,
"Toji, Y'should let me shower," You slightly turn back to him and he gives you a deep chuckle, "Not g'nna happen." He kisses your neck, "Besides, I like it better this way," He kisses behind your ear. Your panties are tugged off of your knees and sit by your ankles that are spread on the pillows. Toji kneels in the same position, his larger frame brings his ankles some distance around yours while your ass presses against his crotch.
His right hand graces your back, collecting your braids and carefully rolling them in half, securing them with a thick hair tie off the dresser. He ghosts his fingers over your body, another hand coming to your back again to unhook your bra, he slips them off easily. Returning once more, he presses kisses about the center of your back. His hands coming down to grab your hips, and fondling a handful of your ass.
"Get to it, Toji,"
"I told you to relax, didn't I? C'mon, angel," he presses his lips to your ear, fingers now playing at the sensitive skin between your thighs, teasing at the skin and inching up to your pussy. He drops his forehead against your shoulders, his the base of his voice humming to the song while he stroked up and down the wetness of your folds.
You swallowed hard, and he grabs your left hand, holding it away before you could try to move his. His lips touch at your neck, leaving kisses over every inch of skin within his reach. His thumb and index finger spread your cunt, middle finger stroking your clit with feather-like touches, you let your eyes drop shut.
Feeling your body decompress, getting hot with desire and focusing only on the way his finger worked at your clit. You feel his finger sliding lower, prodding at the wetness of your entrance. He plunges the finger in and you hold your breath, 'brows pressed together and body stiffening, "Relax, angel. M' gonna make y'feel good."
He's petting the inside of your cunt tenderly, your head drops back against Toji's shoulder. His ring finger joins the other and he fucks them into you deep and slow, you feel the coldness of his wedding ring lightly touch you. Throwing your left hand back to grab his shoulder, you grind down on his fingers; the beat of the music controls your hips and you match his strokes. Mewls drop from your lips as he curls his fingers, twisting them inside you with his thumb rolling against your clit.
"T– ah, faster– faster, please," your whimpers crescendo and he doesn't quicken the pace. Toji grips your hips hard with his available hand, stuffing you with a third and fourth finger: his thumb remains seated on your clit. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, your moans airy and loud. Your right hand joins your left behind you, this time grabbing at the back of his head; fingers tangling with his short, damp hair.
Your thighs shake unsteadily, and Toji hums in your ear, the friction between your cunt becoming creamy and white as it slides down his fingers. He curls them again, the tips of his fingers brushing against your sloppy insides and you begin to pull your hips away from him. Toji holds you down with his weight over you, his palm smacks against your pussy with every stroke of his fingers in you. He watches as you go limp against his chest, your grip on his hair weakening and your sticky wetness getting thicker and more abundant as you came.
Your eyelashes were wet with tears, stuck together and you felt Toji removing his towel behind you. You'd forgotten about that. He sinks lower, slipping his dick between your cunt. The sound of him sucking your cum off his fingers, loud and wet, made you gulp. His wedding ring, with cum gathered around it gets pulled off with his teeth and he spits it on the bed to suck off your remainders. "Y'got my fingers all messy, angel," he whispers to you, "I know that's watchu' wanted, c'mon and fuck me."
"N' what do we say?" He maneuvers his cock between you, covering it in your cum and pressing the fat tip at your entrance, "Please, baby, c'mon." He hums, wedging his cock into you slowly. "Relax, 's only the tip, honey," He rubs your tummy to soothe you as you tensed at the intrusion. You rest your head back against his shoulder rolling your eyes at his comment. "Jus' put it all in, baby," he hums again, pushing his cock in slowly, relishing in the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around him.
He moans, deep, in your ear. Toji hikes your hips up, forcing you to arch your back and practically sit back on his hips, your knees ever-so-slightly elevated with the distance in height between you two. His cock is fat, n' he fucks it into you deep and slow: one arm wrapped around your waist with the hand on your clit and the other fondling your breasts. You feel him shifting behind you, changing his angles slightly each time 'till he gets a moan out of you.
"I like that, baby," your closed eyes open to look at him, he looks down at you, losing himself in your eyes but his strokes remained in consistent. You hum, closing your eyes again, "Hm, right there," and he listens.
Two fingers press against your lips and you lick them into your mouth, sucking and spitting on them, "Thank you, my angel," Toji takes the fingers back to your clit. He continues to fuck up into you the way you like, cock prodding at a sensitive spot. Your skin stuck to his, mouth dropped open, only registering the soft moans he let out with each stroke that harmonized with your own.
Each drag of his dick and swirl of his fingers sent little electric shocks of pleasure up your tummy, and a whimper would come from it every time. He doesn't change the pace, fucking you slow n' wet n' sticky, rolling his hips up into your ass. The softness of the sex and the hardness of his dick, his rough hands groping your plush tits and the pad of his fingers petting your fat clit: the idea of it all drove you crazy, the sensations had tears streaming down your face.
You were almost silent with the exceptions of soft mewls and a sniffle, basking in the pleasure. Your head was empty, "Fuck," a string of curses left you when Toji pressed a wet kiss against your neck. He sped up slightly, getting desperate to cum in you, careful to maintain the same position. The closeness between you both, combined with his new pace and the sloppiness of your cunt created a 'fwop fwop fwop' sound above the music that'd continued to play.
"Toji, fuck, get harder," you encouraged, he scoots back slightly and bends you, attempting not to disturb your head resting on his shoulder. Then, he spreads your ass with one hand and drills his cock back into you, establishing a faster rhythm and shifting on his knees 'till he knew he was in the position you liked. The new pace stings your ass and you feel his balls slap your thighs, flopping over into the pillows and arching up into his cock and letting him fuck into you deeper.
Toji's balls slap at your cunt now, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing quick patterns onto it as you whined into the pillows, "T– Toji, ah- shit," you sob into the pillows, intensely feeling every deep drag of his cock in you. Backing up your ass on him, your hands find your own clit, pushing his gentle touch away and rapidly massaging over your gushing clit.
You felt Toji's hips stutter, he eyes your throbbing cunt, and kept drilling his cock into your sopping walls. His eyes roll back when he feels you clench and wail into the cushions, your fingers that played with your clit sprayed your cum everywhere. The clear-white liquid spraying all over his abdomen as he locked his legs in place and came deep into you.
He reaches over to grab the back of your neck, pulling your body back to his again and sucking your tongue into a deep kiss. "Y'fucked me so good, baby," he keeps kissing about your face, "Did so well f'me, yeah?"
"Thank you, angel," He reminds you how deep his voice is in thanks and pulls his hips back from yours, his dick slips out and with it gushes out a mixture of your cum and his; he feels like snapping a picture for the moment.
You look down at your hips to see faint prints of his hands on your skin, reaching back to give him a kiss on the cheek and others about his chest.
— masterlist.
#jujutsu kaisen smut#anime smut#jjk fanfic#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji fushiguro#toji zenin#toji smut#toji x y/n#jujutsu toji#daddy toji#toji fushiguro smut#black coded reader#toji imagine#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x you#jjk toji#﹒﹒﹒💗 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦: 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 💌 𓂃 !
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happy new year spitins! how can we expect to see you further the lesbian agenda in 2024?
for 2024 i will be hornier in my art for sex lesbian positvity 👍
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K so is the ned low episode a mirror of eroticism or is my brain truly disentigrated into degeneracy. Obsession with music and recognition is torturous. The revenge find happiness and love for each other and themselves. Pete and Lucius have been having freaky fuck nasty gay sex the past 24 hours. Different types of love. Zhsng yi Sao loves conquering the seas. ALSO stede n ed went all the way finally too. They've been branded in a matching way. They're connected as one.
Power is different for everyone. Stede is getting stronger, ed is softer. Izzy gets new legs and mindset. The crew needs safe excitement. Wee John and Jim were strong in their drag. Zheng yi Sao is making money moves. They all took their posions and made it positve.
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You do realize sex negative doesn't mean what you think it does, right? It's the opposite of sex positve, as in blieving people should have sexual agency for themselves.
Not efeling sexual attraction doesn't mean you have to view sex as disgusting, you are literally identical to misogynistic gay men who call vaginas disgusting. Congrats.
Omg you’re really trying to drag me into the discourse that’s hilarious
My opinion on sex is You can do whatever you want forever. Also it’s gross and silly and seems to turn your brain off <3 (thanks for the example lol)
I know what sex negative means my guy but for someone’s who’s so sex positive you sure seem invested in policing how I think about it 🧐Maybe the real gay misogyny calls are coming from inside the house????
#vrrm vrrm#you've got questions we've got answers#my bud my pal my friend I am going to recommend you touch grass#being ace doesn’t mean you have to think of sex as disgusting#but i do#what are you going to do about it??? mind control me???#this is such a weird hill to die on anon but hey at least you’re dead#clown behavior honk honk#I don’t take anons seriously sorry#you can’t be bothered to use your face I can’t be bothered to do more than laugh#this is my last reply unless you say something else funny#whiny aphobe saga
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omg idk if we’ve run out of ships but ANDROID 18 AND CHI CHI….,,,
HI .. we have reached the limit but I need to tell you something.
When you sent this ask in (according to tumblr it was 4 days ago) I was like ... Woah ... Huh.
And then the next day I drank coffee and was like HUHBN. WOAH .. YKNOW ... THERE'S SOME POTENTIAL THERE !
Unfortunately my intense passion did not last long BUT for hours that morning I cared HARD..
LIIKE... I'm always thinking about how Ms Chichi is "Hot Stuff" by Donna Summer. How she needs some attention and loving.
And .. like ... I'm not positve but I took naturally to the assumption that there is an age gap between the two, by, like, 10 years? And I just did a cursory google search just now that seemed to corroborate that. And. like. That Is Classy as Hell.
That is .. SUCH an atmosphere .. aesthetic ... set-up..situation .. scenario .. ETC !!!!!
I've been saying how Ms. Chichi needs some loving. I love Android 18 and would love to do more with her. I love an age gap when it's classy. I love it when middle aged characters have love affairs unbecoming of their character thus far. I love it when women have love scandals with other women. I love my slutty sapphic songs. I love the romantic potential of a 30-40 yr old woman. I love the way that ms chichi thinks of things. I love android 18's attitude about herself and her role in life. THIS WAS UNDER MY NOSE THE WHOLE TIME AND I NEVER KNEW .,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I tried to draw something but unfortunately I do not have what it takes at this time. But I just wanted to say THANK YOU for bringing this to my attention. I made a playlist
IT'S LIKE....
IT'S LIKE THIS:
Android 18 having sex with her husband's best friend's wife doesn't actually affect or change anything. Like, if Krillin found out, his emotional reflex would be to get MAD, or stunned and shocked and offended and hurt. But, it's only so deep. Because deep down the truth rings triumphant:
Krillin is still 18's number-one love and he is secure in that. She has given him no indication to think otherwise.
Android 18 ... can do whatever she wants. And it doesn't matter.
It was with a woman so it really wasn't hurting anything really.
Ms Chichi needed the attention .. it was a courteous gesture. Like bringing wine to a friend's house. Like that Pitbull song that makes a pun out of "[ella] hace vino" (she makes wine) and "[ella] se vino" (she came).
LIKE ... if anyone's gonna convince Ms Chichi to go gay for a turn it's gonna be Android 18. Like she would drop Marron and Goten off at Capsule Corp herself and then fly back to ms Chichi's house .
Ms Chichi would enjoy the female camaraderie henceforth. They would drink wine together at gatherings and make each other laugh and Chichi especially would giggle hard because no one knows of the intimate time they shared ... and how playful such a thing is!
It is like the female version of Yamgeta Yaoi.
THANK YOU
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The last time I saw a gig at The Crown was probably 1989 when the cellar was called Le Cav and the likes of The Fieldmice, Jane Pow, Mega City 4, Thrilled Skinny played there... remember them? It's open again and it's not changed much apart from a lick of paint and the addition of a stage, well kindof a stage.
Brooklyn's Cumgirl8 came to Bristol, provocative and punky and as they put it they're a "sex-positve alien amoeba entity" They were fun.
Pics and Tracks: Take Me Home Again
Cumgirl8 - The Crown, Bristol 3rd Dec 2022
#cumgirl8#gigs#band photography#bristol#bands#indie music#music#gig photography#live gigs#gig photographer#music photography#music photographer#punk#girl punk#riot girl#new york punk#chase noelle#lida fox#veronika vilim#avishag cohen rodrigues
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Et tu, aro blog? skeletalroses [dot] tumblr [dot] com/post/692970874729545728
(I hate that I have to vet every single individual reblog of this post but come on)
Link. Archival link.
Yes, et moi.
Your chosen examples of horror fandom aphobia were:
Reducing horniness is swagless
Disagreeing with the underlying sexual connotations of a myth is homophobic
Horror is about love
It's obvious to me that with the first and second, your intent was to communicate, "demanding sexual content and mocking people who do not produce sexual content for you is acephobic."
That it's the act of bullying that is the problem.
I agree completely.
But the delivery, especially later in the thread, contributes to the overall effect of saying it's the sex that's bad, not the cruelty.
For all that I am aro too, I am also a sex positvity blog. That means walking the line of BOTH making it very clear that anyone who harasses, insults or denigrates others for a disinterest in sex is an fucking asshole with no respect for consent, and making it clear that horniness is not actually a bad thing.
The profusion of "sexy queer monster stuff" in recent years does not even manage to overtake the mainstream fact of horror being a pathos driven genre dominated primarily by violence.
I am unbelievably sickened by violence, btw. I throw up watching marvel movies. My delusions are often triggered by psychological and fantastic horror, too. Horror's content is pretty fundamentally inaccessible to me.
I do not then turn around and make a whole thread about how that inaccessibility is an act of insidious anti-psychotic bigotry, rather than just a natural consequence of genre convention.
Instead, I go find the horror fans who make non-violent content, engaging with the genre through reviews, meta analyses, and fandom. Because not everything that makes me feel alienated is the result of bigotry. Sometimes, it's just a matter of having to say, "this space is not good for me, I'm out" and making your own or picking a new hobby.
Someone being horny over horror in public is not an attack on you.
Someone being insulting absolutely is, but... well, like I said. I am a fan of horror, an aromantic, and a relatively well studied queer theorist to boot. And I haven't seen nearly as much of those insults, as I have seen aggressive pushback against them.
This is not to say they aren't out there. Of course they are! This isn't the kind of commentary one makes up on a whim. That would be as absurd as you saying "I've never seen someone use 'horny' to mean big and sweaty" and thinking that means it doesn't happen.
But it does mean you can avoid them.
Honestly, though, the real issue I have with that thread stems from the last bullet point. "Horror is about love."
This is a notion I've seen circulate occasionally for years, but never dominate, and I haven't seen it dominate right now either. Maybe it is! Maybe my curation and avoidance have gotten so good that I'm echo chambering myself away from all that nonsense.
But even so, even so?
This recent fixation on "love" as being an axis of oppression makes me fucking insane. Absolutely frothing at the mouth with outrage.
It so obsessively and gleefully centers romantic love as the highest form of human interaction. Which, given that it's supposed to be describing my experiences as an aromantic, aplatonic, anarchic person, makes me want to strangle myself.
If you declare all "love" to be outside yourself, you aren't just furthering the association of "love" with "romance," you're actively trying to separate yourself from the rest of humanity. Not because "(romantic) love is what makes us human."
But because "love" is an umbrella term that contains many of the specific things that make us human: compassion, trust, forethought, passion for ourselves, each other, our arts, our world, the desire to know and care for something whether it is ourself or outside ourself.
And I'm sorry, but as someone who has spent their entire life being called a violent monster by my family for being aro and pscyhotic, pre-emptively attacked for my lack of Human Qualities Like """""love""""" because everyone knows Brown People Aren't Capable Of Higher Emotions?
I'm not fucking interested in people telling me how "love" is beyond my ability to fathom and that I cannot be interested in exploring the ways love interacts with horror.
I'm just not fucking interested in being told that for my own good, I need to sit quietly and stay chill when someone is shit talking everything from horniness to love in the name of "protecting me" from one of my own hobbies.
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Update and defining "Bimbo"
Hej! So, I didn't post for some time, which has several reasons: Once, I will switch from Weekly Updates to Monthly + Occasional. Twice, I needed some time to think about what "Bimbo" means for me. In accordance I will also post my bimbo goals.
What is a Bimbo to me?
The general understanding is, that a Bimbo is a hyperfeminine, sexualised and attractive woman.
Here lies the first problem for me: Almost all words in this sentence are Buzz-Words i.e., words with a contextual meaning that is undefined(or, words that are meaningless). So, I will fill the gap and define it for myself. General Note: All definitions are subjective! Yours might be different, which I welcome.
I seperate it in three points: looks, acts and mind.
How does a Bimbo look like?
Clothing:
Bimbos in general where form-fitting and thigh clothing. They might prefer skirts and dresses over trousers, but not necesarily. The clothing is revealing, often around breasts, waist and/or legs. In winter themmy might want to exchange revealing for classy(using fake fur, for example).
Make Up:
Bimbos are very knowledgeble with make-up and often wear a lot of it.
Body:
Bimbos have a healty, clean and shaved skin(with the propable exeption of pubic hair). They have a well defined butt and boobs, which they might enhance with surgery. I don't care much about lips tbh, but Bimbos often have enhanced lips as well.
Hair:
There are a dozen of Bimbo-sutible hair colours, not just platin and black(sorry). The hair is long and well looked after(there is no one word for this in english?).
Posture:
Bimbos have a healthy postute with shoulders back and back straight.
Colour:
Over all, it is important that all fits together. Although there is an obvious link with Bimbo and pink. For me blue and pink are switched and I honestly think that blue fits better with the feminine form. So, if you prefer pink, just try out blue for once! Maybe you'll like it (This is no longer the case for me, but it's still worth to think about)
How does a Bimbo act like?
I think it is important to note that a Bimbo is not (necissarily) a whore. (They are a Bimbo, not a dockside whore!) They might not have sex with everyone that just asks them(Even a whore has the right to say no).
However, a Bimbo does act how a Slut acts and are Slut-positve themself. When a Bimbo want's to have sex, they might just go and ask themself.
Here comes a major divergence between myself and some others. A Bimbo is most likely not submissive, but dominant(I don't neccesarily mean this in a BDSM context). This even diverges from some cultural definitions of femininity, but I feel that fits most with all the rest.
How is a Bimbo?
Bimbos are sex- and slutpositive.
They are mostly happy and want to spread happiness, especially, but not limited to, via sexual means.
They do not need to be stupid, air-headed or etc. Depending on Culture, they might even be the complete opposite.
Conclusion:
I hope this will explain certain thing I will post in future. If I missed anything or anything changes, I will edit this post respectivly.
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