context: people are responding to my tags about the distaste I see for sweat and balls
Via @hollow-dweller
via @dykeselfcest
I’m going to do some low confidence rambling here, so my level of commitment to this position is fairly low, but…
I don’t really think the distaste for the dirtiness of bodies (sweat, body hair, smells) is addressed when you have more sex. This is a common anxiety of straight women, for example—the endless routines around bikini waxes and vaginal perfumes (“feminine hygiene deodorant spray”) and makeup that doesn’t sweat off. To be clear this is a function of structural misogyny, for sure, but it’s also personally felt disgust. Straight men feel this to a much lesser degree, but they certainly feel this anxiety, and I see a lot of women vocally disgusted by the men they’re supposedly attracted to. Straight sex has a lot of fear and disgust around the bodiness of it all.
The disgust isn’t something that goes away with practice, you have to actually unpack it. That’s why people who have had to unpack baggage around their sexuality in other ways are more likely to have let go of their hangups around “dirty” bodies.
Ilya laughs breathlessly at Shane’s begging. He’s on his hands and knees pushing his ass back into the air trying to find Ilya but Ilya keeps pulling his cock away like a game.
“Ilya. Please.” Shane practically cries into the mattress.
He taps his cock on Shane ass cheek and rubs the precum over it. Shane sighs out and pushes back again but Ilya pulls away.
“Uuuhhhhhh.” Shane groans out a whimper of frustration. “Pl-please, baby. Please—I jus—I need it, Ilya.”
Ilya loves making him beg like this. Loves seeing how needy he can make him before he himself can’t take anymore.
“You need it, huh?” He taunts. “What are you willing to do for it?”
Shane looks over his shoulder with his ass still pushed back into the air, his hole fluttering from the exposure.
“I’ll let you come inside me.”
That makes Ilya laugh again.
“Let me? Oh sweetheart.” He gives in a little and runs the tip of his cock down the crease of Shane’s crack and pulls back just before he gets to his hole.
Shane practically sobs in frustration.
“How about this. I will fuck you—but I will not stop fucking you even if you cum, hmm? I am just going to use you like my own personal flesh light.”
Goose bumps raise over Shane’s skin and he’s nodding relentlessly into the fabric beneath him.
“Yeah, yes. Yes.”
Ilya smiles and finally touches the tip of his cock to Shane’s aching hole. Shane moans in anticipation.
My grandmother could lose her life. Why is she being overlooked?💔
We have reduced our own food so we can save every possible donation for her treatment.
We have received almost no donations. The last one came three days ago.🙏
My grandmother is suffering from serious kidney problems. If her treatment is delayed, she could develop kidney failure, and her body may not be able to withstand it. We are terrified of losing her.
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4 days since I started sharing my grandmother's story‼️
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My friends, this is an urgent appeal. We need your support so my grandmother can stay alive.💔😭
In a place where children no longer know what safety feels like, a mother is trying to keep her children alive despite everything 💔
I don’t know how I am still holding on...
My name is Najah, and I am a mother of six children, including newborn twins 👶👶 who need urgent care every single moment.
We are living through extremely difficult days filled with fear, hunger, and the lack of basic necessities 🥺🍞
Sometimes my children go to sleep without enough food, and I stand helpless before their tears because I cannot provide milk, diapers, or medicine for them.
My newborn twins are still so fragile, and their tiny bodies need constant nutrition and care 🍼💔
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I am Najah, living with my twin children in a tent. As the tanks approached the area where we are staying, my fear was no longer for myself, but for my two little children who need safety more than anything else. All I hope for is that this danger passes peacefully and that I can protect them from being displaced once again.
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From the heart of Gaza, we reach out to you with deep pain and a plea for help… amelia romain needs your support for Help Wedad's family in
(SOLD) An original formline on a round thrifted wood piece, painted with acrylic markers. UV-reactive.
Another piece for my table at Fur-Eh!!! This one (as well as the "Intertwined" piece) was a real struggle for me, primarily because the curved surface of the wood made it difficult to paint on. The results were awesome, but OH MAN the journey to get there was a challenge.
Idk if this is a controversial headcanon or not, but I can't imagine Small Shane Hollander being shy and anxious.
He strikes me as the type of kid who really didn't give a single fuck. Not a one. He was doing his own thing and having fun and being good at it, and whether he had friends or not really wasn't a concern for him because it's not like he wanted to hang out with other gross stupid kids. He was a haughty nonchalant child who didn't even register any kind of bullying attempt from fucking Jimmy, bc who cares about Jimmy?
Any kind of feeling of inadequacy came after puberty when other kids started being slightly more interesting and complex and he became the younger kid on his teams instead of just one more of the lot. When hockey practice actually started to need some team synergy and the dynamics changed on him.
But before that, that kid wasn't shy, and he was having a wonderful time
