Can't believe it's been three years since this lovely silkbound shoot. Posing while tied up is a skill all its own, and one I hope to practice more.
Photographer is beesspookies on Instagram 💜

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Can't believe it's been three years since this lovely silkbound shoot. Posing while tied up is a skill all its own, and one I hope to practice more.
Photographer is beesspookies on Instagram 💜
I hope, today, that you fall deeply, fiercely, passionately, desperately, *achingly* in love with yourself. I know I have.
More than anything, I want my budoir art to blaze out to the world the strange, wondrous, sacred, eldritch, sensual, *deeply needful* beauty of trans bodies. Fascism views the trans body as worthless, as abberant, as existentially wicked. As something that goes against a body's destined purpose to the state. I want my art to be a living scream against that lie, a living key against the chains of biological determinism, a living star against the smoking darkness of fascist gender norms. I have in my body a freedom that can never be taken from me, even when they kill me. And I want my art to offer that freedom to you. Your body does not belong to power. It belongs to *you.*
They tried to crush the womanhood from me. They made me a goddess instead.
Desire is a breathless thing, heart hammering, fawnlike and wide-eyed in the sweet dark night. It is trembling lips and tumbling words, all tongue-tied and rich with wanting, and the delicate flutter of a pulse that yearns like a moth for moonlight.
Desire is a breathless thing, heart hammering, fawnlike and wide-eyed in the sweet dark night. It is trembling lips and tumbling words, all tongue-tied and rich with wanting, and the delicate flutter of a pulse that yearns like a moth for moonlight.
The only correct way to talk to transbians:
Compliment them immediately. Doesn’t matter if it’s their outfit, their voice, their eyes—just make sure they know they’re hot. Bonus points if they get flustered.
Use their yearnings as a second language. If you’re not at least a little dramatic about how breathtakingly beautiful they are and how you’d absolutely perish if they so much as brushed their fingers against your cheek, are you even trying?
Tease them just enough to make them squirm. A little playful banter, a well-placed “Oh? You like that?” and suddenly they’re blushing and looking away, which is exactly the desired outcome.
Be gay. Be so gay. Every sentence should be at least 30% flirting, 50% sapphic pining, and 20% sheer lesbian chaos.
Remind them they’re gorgeous, wanted, and absolutely irresistible. Because they are. And they should know it.
Do you know what it is to yearn? To hunger, as roots hunger for good earth, as waves hunger for a shore they remember but touch no longer? I have known longing so fierce it made a ghost of me, a haunted, howling thing. I followed my yearning through dark and hidden places, through ravaging cold, through gnawing, pregnant voids. It was only there, in the hungry, chattering dark, that I came to know my yearning. To know that what she longed for most was me.
The location of this shoot, Rattlesnake Lake, was absolutely perfect--the stark and leaflorn beauty of the tree-skeltons upon the lakeshore a perfect match for the art we created. It was an honor to embody this haunting, alien loveliness, to call up this spirit of yearning and longing, whispering and wanting, and to wear that spirit on my body like a mantle.
Hi my name is Illidan Stormrage and I have long ebony black hair with big horns and no eyes but when I did they were gold and a lot of people tell me I look like Cenarius (AN: if u don’t know who he is, good!). I’m related to Malfurion Stormrage but I wish I wasn’t because he’s a fucking pain in the ass. I’m a night elf and my teeth are pointy and white. I have purple skin. I’m also a demon hunter, and I live the Black Temple in Outland where I’m the ruler (I’m over ten thousand years old). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing nothing for a shirt to show off my huge muscles, the Vision of Sargeras, and green pants with a weird belt and nothing for shoes. I was wielding the Warglaives of Azzinoth and have sick green glowing tattoos. I was monologuing with my cool skull in the Black Temple. It’s in space so there was no weather, and especially no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of players (and Akama) stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
"I am not in this world that you may forget: Persephone's eldest epithet is Dread."
Since it Tis the Season, I wanted to share this Persephone photoshoot from last October 🥰 Our goal with this shoot was to evoke the older stories of Persephone. Her cult is ancient even by the standards of greek myth, and as Dread Persephone, she is a goddess of death and rebirth long before her marriage to Hades. In eating the pomegranate seeds, one could see a foolish maiden binding herself without knowing...or a powerful goddess reclaiming for herself the title of Queen of the Underworld. We called a goddess into my skin for this one, and She dances still in these photos.
Always interesting to see pictures from earlier in my transition; my body has changed so much since these were taken. But what could honor Kore more than a woman growing anew from the bones of her former self?
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Where does the moon go to rest, when the sun is out? Does sleep? Does she dream? Is she alone in her bower, or do the stars come down to lay about her limbs? Who does she long for, in the hours before the night-birds call her back to the sky? Such sweet madness lingers on her lips, glimmering, sweet as belladonna and thrice as dark 💜
Hi doves. I'm Brennan. I'm a queer, disabled trans woman here to share my photoshoot modeling and my harp music with anyone who's interested in witnessing. I hope my art with help create a space where beauty and otherness come together, where the loveliness of all those who exist in the margins of the world may be celebrated.
You can follow me on Instagram at www.instagram.com/twitchyharper and on Bandcamp at https://brennaniarlaith.bandcamp.com/album/songs-of-sap-and-longing