1. a disturbing or extremely confusing experience, in particular one that is caused by deliberate psychological manipulation.
As a Tumblr user who was first attracted to Tumblr for access to posting and viewing “explicit” and “pornographic” material, it’s safe to say fucking doesn’t offend me.
Whether it’s between one person and their favourite hand or toy, two people, or a group of three or more, I’m a fan. I’ve found all that and more over the few years I’ve been a part of this little corner of the World Wide Web.
I’ve been lucky to have attracted and been attracted to other people on similar journeys here. A community of like-minded individuals who celebrate the balance of sexual liberation and mutual respect for people who like different kinds of fucking than oneself. You like strapping on a dildo, or being tied up, or watching your significant other fuck someone else? You do you, boo-boo!
However, one kind of fuck that I hadn’t planned on finding while spending time here is the kind that isn’t physical, but mental.
I can’t be the only person to feel this way. A good portion of my blog includes putting my thoughts and feelings out there, in addition to images of my body. A safe-space to not only share intimate moments of myself in front of a camera lense, but my thoughts on relationships, body image, coffee, heartache, taboos, spirituality and other assorted things that inspire me. Things that I struggle with and things that make me the person that I am.
For the most part I’ve been embraced for who I am and what I share. Once in awhile though, someone or something shows up in my feed or my comments or inbox with a not-so-welcome mind fuck.
For example, I know my boobs aren’t symmetrical. I’ve posted them anyway. So when I’ve read comments about my saggy titties I can laugh it off, but there’s still that tiny moment of mind fucking that preceded the laugh. What Orwell failed to predict was that we’d buy the cameras ourselves and that our biggest fear would be that nobody was watching. I posted those pictures knowing I was inviting criticism. Self-imposed Mind Fuck.
I see images and gifs of naked people doing naked things and they look sensational doing it. However, when I’ve tried to replicate some of them in real life I realize those images are “just the tip” kind of mind fucks. People have days when they feel bloated, or penetration is uncomfortable for some reason. A pimple on an ass, bad breath, no chemistry, positions that just aren’t realistic if you’re not a gymnast. Sneaky little bastards that they are, these sensational images made me subconsciously believe real life is and should be what I always see on Tumblr and that, my friends, is just not reality. Time Lapse Mind Fuck.
Beautiful couples having shower sex in a shower larger than a walk-in closet, camping naked, breakfasts in a bed overlooking a waterfall or beach or rain forest, or sitting amongst a pile of cute puppies while munching on golden brown homemade waffles and aesthetically perfect mimosas. Bucket List Mind Fucks, all of them.
So here’s the thing. I love Tumblr. I love the mental escape it brings so many of us, but please be kind to not only others on this sensual, seductive and passionate journey, but to yourselves too. Be aware of when you’re being inspired versus when you’re being mind fucked.
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