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Hi!

This is a kink blog. Kind of. There’s gonna be smut. If you follow me and your age isn’t in your bio, I will block you. (If you’re following from a side blog, I can’t see that and your age needs to be in your main bio.)

I wouldn’t read too much into recurring themes, as a lot of what I write is in reaction to content I see on Tumblr.

Finally - and I know I'm a stereotype of a writer here - but I'll never be sad if you give me feedback. DM me. Ask me. Whatever, I like hearing what does and doesn’t click with folks.

As I have a working computer again, I've begun indexing my posts! I've Tried to put the ones that are more informative or educational at the top.

flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer

Quick question:

Do I get to count my partner as published artwork?

flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer

I'm actually asking by the way. Give me answers.

sapphling

Daddy has a very special task for you today kitten, so he's going to need alllll of your attention and submission ❤️😈 That's a good girl. Now, first thing's first, look at this parts diagram for a 2009 Toyota Prius. Do you see the part labeled "catalytic converter"?

laurentidalreborn

Asking for a me, how do you balance the hot parts of being hollowed out and made into a sex slave/seeing that happen to other people/mind control, with baselines of good treatment, respect, and feminism? Curious because this is a fun topic my play partner, who happily is perfectly kink aligned, and I discuss.

Some of the related misogyny kinks don't hit for me because being dropped and controlled should feel good y'know? It's fun to tie her in knots over her dual nature, and I wonder if/how you enjoy it too.

Okay I've been thinking about this question for a couple of days.

And my answer is essentially, "I don't think about it, man."

There is a version of me that engages with this kink and there is a version of me that engages with the larger world. They're both part of me and they both exist parallel to one another at all times, sometimes smearing into each other slightly. I watched Sex Explained on Netflix ages ago and there's a psychologist who talks about how kinks don't really give any insight into who you are as a person and it kind of healed something in me.

I know in my heart that I am not a misogynist or a patriarchist or less than in anyway. That doesn't stop me from muttering "I'm just tits and holes" while I finger myself. I know that when the revolution comes, I'll be standing on the side of equality and inclusion. That doesn't stop me from liking posts about how I just exist for men's pleasure. I know that if my local planned parenthood needs clinic defenders, I'll be there with a megaphone, an umbrella, and a bad fucking attitude. That doesn't stop me from begging my mutuals to breed me livestock. I know that laws that are being passed to strip a person of their agency are horrific and should be resisted at every turn. That doesn't stop me from watching the spirals and letting my own agency get pulled away (at least for a few minutes).

None of those fantasies say anything about me, so... I just don't think about it, man. That version of me lives on here, where I can safely engage in my fantasies without fear.

Yes. Being dropped and controlled should feel good. If the person being dropped is into misogyny kink, etc., then it still can feel good, even if they're not into actual misogyny. They just need to be able to say "what I like doesn't define me."

Ice cream lovers don't think that eating ice cream should be mandated by society and don't think that enjoying ice cream is a moral position. Liking hypno-kink isn't an implicit approval to stripping agency from anyone they fancy, and liking hypno-kink is not some moral failing. It's just a preference; same as any preference. People just get fucking weird when sex is involved in any capacity.

Same as it ever was.

another-hypno-toy

Well, @laurentidalreborn has said this absolutely perfectly. I find it important to check in with myself occasionally and ask if what I'm doing is a net positive in my life (and with committed partners, if it's a net positive for them as well). If the answer is yes, then it's like, carry on.

Same goes for jobs and friendships and hobbies and other habits too, right? We really do overcomplicate sex stuff (I absolutely do this myself, to be honest) but it doesn't really have to be that complicated.

flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer

Not thinking about it is an entirely valid strategy, and OP is absolutely correct in her assertions that problematic kinks (whatever you think those may be) are not an indication of one's true beliefs. You can be The People's Brainwashed Fuckdoll. It's fine.

For my part, I think that there isn't actually a reconciliation to be done: For those of us who have fetishes involving real world issues like patriarchy, the simple truth is that we would not and could not have those fetishes if we lived in a world without patriarchy. Whether you're getting off on the wrongness of it all, desperately craving release from struggling with omnipresent oppression, or just figuring out how to ethically process the weird shit you grew up around, it's implicit in your fantasy that the fucked up systems of oppression we live under are Bad, Actually. If it weren't, you'd just be being vanilla. There are folks out there that do fucked up misogynist shit with their sex, but those assholes actually believe that's what normal should be.

I've written about this before, but I think a lot of problematic kink is inherently political in a way that's worth examining. Understanding what makes your problematic kink hot is probably going to support an understanding of the real-world dynamics that make it problematic, and that's a good thing.

This is why the radicals always have the good smut, and it's also why the most depressingly uninteresting pornography you've ever seen tends to have some weirdo fascist behind it who actually believes in that shit.

#kink and politics

puddox

EDIT: Since posting this I've discovered that David J Peterson has already posted this thread on his own tumblr account. That post will be linked here. I encourage you to reblog that post instead of this one https://dedalvs.tumblr.com/post/174184511352/awesome-childhood-spelling.

What I originally posted appears below, unedited.

I see the original post going around every so often and it saddens me a little that it's rarely accompanied by this thread explaining why it's completely understandable how a child would arrive at these spellings in accordance with english phonetics

pigswithwings

stop using the word degenerate i am going to kill u

pigswithwings

dont use it to refer to urself. dont ever refer to others with it i will chew your flesh from your bones. look up the nazi use of "degenerate" and "degeneracy", research the "degenerate art" exhibition and fucking think abt the history of that word b4 u use it to make a funny little joke about being so weird. fucking come on

pigswithwings

ultimately my point is 1. do your research and 2. if you refer to actual people as subhuman then you are rapidly approaching facist ideology, if not already at your wretched destination. i don't really talk about this stuff on my blog because i am not as well versed as i should be, but i made this post because the adoption of phrases like these really makes me angry (especially when it's "ironic". you know that it won't be for long). to imply that someone isn't a person but a thing carving away at society, that there is a "true/upright/pure" way of being human, that the mere existence of others is tearing away your own quality of life? this shit often leads to the belief that these types of people, these "degenerates", are actually not people and do not deserve respect or a right to being alive. we know what happens with beliefs like these. there is so much history of hatred and suffering and slow systematic stripping of rights behind that word. please do your research

threedollarsdotcom

okay fine well if you dont wanna play dissection or mind control then what else is there

flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer

I humbly submit dialectic synthesis is a third option

#Thesis: you should be a cute puppy #Antithesis: you should be a strong independent girlboss #Synthesis: girlboss puppy - puppyboss

depsidase

haunted-hideaway

I’m glad that OP:

1) Figured this out.

2) Shared so others can learn from their mistake.

Quick question:

Do I get to count my partner as published artwork?

#I mean #It is my handiwork

bluedresskitty

The Bet

A true, on-going saga, mostly taking place inside my fragile, vulnerable brain, slightly paraphrased for readability.

My friend, after laughing at my inability to resist the dress sexy suggestions in the file she had sent me, idly wondered aloud how long it would be before I was listening to the same hypnotist's more notoriously intense files. The files focused on worshipping a particular body part...

"You are going to succumb and listen before the end of the month." She proclaimed. She likely knew that given my weakness for oral content it likely would be a bad idea for me to listen, because I'd surely be unable to resist it.

Well. That sounded like a challenge. But honestly, I didn't think it would be a problem at all. I mean, how hard can it be to *not* do something? To *not* open the link. To *not* put on my headphones. To *not* press play.

"It's a bet." I said.

Easy win.

"And if you lose, you have to listen to the file every day for a week, during which time you are not allowed to put anything in your mouth in a sexual way. No fingers, no toys, no phallic shaped objects. Nothing. You'll be cursed with an unquenchable craving and desire to fill that empty mouth, but completely unable to do anything about it."

It's worth noting that I, unfortunately, am endlessly suggestible like this. If a trusted friend causally says something like that, it somehow burns deeply into my mind as though I am hypnotized.

"Ummm.... Okay..." I probably should've spent a little time thinking about the terms before accepting. But it's okay. Seriously, how hard could it be? There's hundreds of files I don't listen to every day, just add one to the list.

I really didn't expect how deeply and how quickly this idea was implanted in my mind. It's a simple idea... how it would be so easy to just listen. So easy to open the url, slip on my headphones, and press play, and find out what this file is all about. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't stop imagining myself on my knees, mouth open...

But I mean, whatever, right? I am strong. Independent. I have control over my impulses and desires. Yes, I do just *love* to slide things into my mouth, to lick them, to drool on them, to feel them in my throat, oh gods... But like, no, come on, I'm not easy hypnoslut, I have excellent self control.

And so, this was yesterday afternoon. I moved on. I tried to work. I tried to focus. I tried so hard. And I kept finding myself running my fingers along my lips and my tongue, zoning out as my eyes rolled back and my mind drifted to that file... That file that's open in my phone's browser right now...

Wait. Surely it wasn't already opened before, right? What the fuck? When did I do that? It was probably just natural curiosity. You know, know your enemy. It's smart. I'm a smart girl.

But if I'm so fucking smart, why do I keep daydreaming about a big, throbbing... Aahhhh wait, no.... oh god.

I want to listen.

But I can't, because I said I could resist. I have some small ounce of pride and reputation to defend, and damn it, I'm going to defend it. No matter how desperately empty I feel, no matter how painfully I feel that hunger, no matter how desperately I need something thick inside me to shut my brain off...

But if I listen, maybe that will satisfy my craving? Make it stop? Make the urges go away? Like, it's just a fantasy anyways, right? Everybody has intrusive thoughts like this, I think. It's pretty normal. Okay, well, I did some reading... I guess not everybody. Am I broken? Wait. Did she do something to me?

I asked my friend about it. "What did you do to me? Did you implant some suggestion? Are you hypnotizing or brainwashing me to want to lose this bet?"

"No, I'm not doing any of that."

Okay. I mean, I trust her. She's a really close friend. A truly good person in a world of dodgy motherfuckers, she alone carries the lantern that guides my way through the foggy nights so I am never lost. *Obviously* she didn't do this to me.

It must have... it must have already been in me.

How is that possible? How could I have agreed to a bet that I *wanted* to lose. And the outcome... If I fail... Every day for a week? With no way to satisfy my deep, primal needs?

That is... A lot. Surely this file isn't *that* powerful. The good news is, another friend has volunteered to listen to it for me. To check it and see how it feels, to catalogue its effects. She promised to tell me all about it. How it makes her feel. How desperate and needy she gets. Like I said earlier, know your enemy. Gosh, what a good friend.

So I find myself, barely 24 hours after making this bet, staring down 10 days of resistance, my finger idly caressing my lip, wondering if maybe I should beg my friend to hypnotize me and remove all these compulsions, as well as this growing, needy emptiness. And meanwhile I'm editing a post that surely will attract even more attention to my predicament, including more teasing, more obstacles, more challenge.

But despite all that noise, my mind is fixated on just one, singular thing: the file.

homohypnoticus

glasses that are tinted a specific color that you only wear while being hypnotized, until just having them on keeps you in a trance

idkitsartman

This is very stupid but it’s genuinely what I think about every time I consider skipping dinner after work

Edit: legit did not realize that senshis fighting for his life in the sexyman polls but I’m very happy to be spreading pro senshi propaganda

bluedresskitty

Most of the time I feel like nothing has changed. Then suddenly I'm reminded how helpless and controllable I've become. Wow.

another-hypno-toy

i mean, i think you should probably elaborate, @bluedresskitty.

bluedresskitty

I mean, you're probably right, ms. toy.

I have a good friend who introduced me to a hypnotist's files she expected that I would like. And of course, as always, she was right. She is so smart 🥰.

I wasn't going to listen to any of them because they seemed pretty intense, but I can't resist her suggestions and of course I succumbed and listened to one and it was encouraging me to dress in sexy, revealing, yet situationally appropriate clothes. And sure, lots of good girl and bimbo hypnosis has these sort of suggestions and I usually brush them off because, well, it's not really my style and I keep my kink separate from my normal life.

Then yesterday, as I stood in my closet selecting my clothes, an overwhelming urge came over me. An urge to wear pink (a cute thong), and an urge to show off my legs (a black mini skirt), and an urge to feel my nipples strain against soft but tight fabric (a white ribbed crop top)...

Next thing I know I'm pulling on white thigh high socks and wondering what came over me to become a cheap stereotype 😂. But despite working at home alone all day, it felt really good to dress in more revealing clothes, regardless of how silly they might be.

And when I realized part way through the morning that the brainwashing had won, I felt a lazy, pleasurable, and warm smile form, and decided I should probably vaguepost about it here.

My friend was amused. And then things were escalated... we made a bet that is currently haunting my every thought and action...

But that's a craving story for another post, if anyone really wanted to know they could ask...

stateownedslut

Your dykebreaking porn just can't include the lesbian experiencing mindblowing sexual pleasure from the man. Try to keep it a little realistic.

flyingpurplepeopleprogrammer

Honestly, I feel like there are ways to make this work, but "it's because that dick so good", which I assume is the reasoning for xyz mainstream smut, ain't it unless it's, like, coming from a place that heightens shame and/or provides an explanation for the otherwise squicky bioessentialism.

What's important, imo, is that we know that this is not how it should be, even if the victim is getting a smile painted on their soul, the reader should be able to tell that something is deeply and fundamentally wrong with what's being portrayed.

It's even more fun if the newly heteronormative creature is aware of how they used to be and embraces their improved self. Bonus points for implications of ego death or implication that this is the natural consequence of omnipresent coercion.

stateownedslut

do you think a cishet man with a rape and misogyny fetish blog with no warnings doesn't have it seep into his views? not at all?

Your view rests on the assumption that the 'cishet man' is a blank slate, unaffected by societal factors until the point that he goes to look at porn. The 'cishet man' is a deeply socially-contingent position, and from the maintenance of this position emerge misogyny and myriad other chauvinisms (a pattern that repeats with any sort of man, and indeed anyone in any position of societal privilege). Any man can be assumed to be a misogynist; there are very few I trust to have actually unlearnt this. While I won't claim that having a particular kink necessarily makes a man a feminist, a man who is clearly willing to overtly acknowledge his relation to power and analyse that, even if in a way that may seem distasteful, is a man that has put more thought into the matter than most. There are men, admittedly, men who are overtly misogynistic and violent and using kink as a cover; however, this doesn't mark them out as in any way unusual. It is quite difficult for a man to be more misogynistic and rapey than the standard, because the standard level is quite high.

#Another anon who seems unable to distinguish fantasy from reality #this is just another rehashing of the anti-porn feminist position from the sex wars #and I'm tired #not even getting started with the really questionable gender take there

angelofthemornings-deactivated2

One thing I really like about Beverly Engel's book It Wasn't Your Fault, which is about PTSD-induced toxic shame, is that quite a bit of it deals with people who haven't broken The Cycle of Abuse (TM) and have gone on to hurt others. That's a really underserved and vulnerable patient population, and statistically, it's also MASSIVE. I don't think I've read a single other self-help type book on PTSD and self-loathing that confronts the possibility that you're exactly as bad as you think you are.

angelofthemornings-deactivated2

I felt better that it so much as mentioned that children can react to abuse with ungovernable rage. Everybody likes the image of PTSD patients as internalizing everything and becoming doormats, which does happen, and often, but it's not the only narrative. Personally I've always hated my abusers and have always wanted everyone who so much as breathed wrong in my direction from ages 0 to 18 to burn eternally in hell. I *never* thought any of it was my fault and ever since I was a toddler I was willing to make it everybody else's problem, and it's really relieving to read a clinical perspective that acknowledges that abuse victims can act that way too.

reasonablywittyatbest

It's wild to me that its such a neglected subset of abuse victims. Its really common. When I still lived with my parents and was still subjected to my father every fucking day I would lash out terribly at my mother, to the point when i went to visit them for years afterwards she was afraid I would lash out again. We've worked it out, I'm a much better person when I'm not regularly subjected to mental and emotional abuse, but like, its just so common.

I think it must be, at least partially, because, people hate the imperfect victim. Its easy for so many people to sympathize with someone who never lashed out. Less so for people to sympathize with people who are angry and lash out. Even though its a perfectly sensible reaction to being hurt over and over. I'm sure most people would like to think they would simply never.

I don't think this is the whole reason, but, I think it plays into it.

sunspotpony

Similarly, there’s a narrative of, you cannot experience grief over having fucked up. That if you are hurting because you caused harm, because you were the cause of harm, that you’re not allowed to grieve, because you “earned your sorrow. You deserve to bottle it up and to hurt for the bad things you have done,”

Which is punitive logic. It’s copthink. Which is bad.

angelofthemornings-deactivated2

important

In fact, you can actually give yourself trauma over fucking up too badly and doing, witnessing, or failing to prevent something evil that goes against your morals; for instance, if you steal your mother's life savings due to drug addiction, kill a civilian during a military operation (please do not join the military), or became abusive because you didn't have the tools and skills yet to handle BPD. In the field of psychology this is called "moral injury" or "perpetrator trauma."

mindlessbimbo

brainwashing kink so abstract it amounts to 'wish i could watch/listen to tv static and cease to exist for one to twenty-four hours'. sex optional

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