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Queer, Kinky, Polyamorous, Nerdy, and kind of an asshole. I'm into girls, boys, those in between or something else entirely, pain, blood, role reversal, subverting cultural norms, superheros, science fiction, science nonfiction, and large vocabularies.

[doggiedrawings]

Art Theft by Old Navy

My art gets stolen all the time.

I have been through many copyright infringement cases - some have been resolved amicably, and there are ones that have taken more work. This case against Old Navy (Gap) is not getting resolved right now because Old Navy is denying copyright infringement. 

They are being totally unapologetic, and have said that it would be a “bad business decision” for me to expect to be reasonably compensated for the use of my art. Instead of compensating me, they have chosen to pay a large law firm to fight me, and have even asked the judge to order me to pay THEIR legal fees.

When a company as large and mainstream as Old Navy steals my art and profits from it, and is unapologetic about it, I cannot afford NOT to fight this. My lawyers and I will be fighting this for as long as it takes.

Thank you for all your support. Please feel free to repost this!  

Lili

#fightingformyart #stoparttheft #copyrightinfringement

[brawnybear]

[kc1976]

[girliegrrl]

sultanhani this reminded me of you lamenting the nonconsensual bloodsucking.

[sultanhani]

They are bastards.

[sultanhani]

[girliegrrl]

sultanhani Is so bloody sexy.

[sultanhani]

Awwwww. girliegrrl You're the sweetest.

[sultanhani]

[sultanhani]

Meanwhile on Fetlife, I made it to K&P.

https://fetlife.com/users/1680511/posts/2877372

[sultanhani]

I can feel the scalpel dull as it drags through my flesh. The thin exquisite pain builds until my body reacts on its own, convulsing as I sob, drawing in harsh breaths. I tell him I’m ok when he touches my face and tells me to talk to him. I reach for his hand and rest my cheek against his knuckles. I’m ok I think to myself. I draw in deep breaths and sigh. I tell him he can keep going.

[sultanhani]

blasphemer80 I miss your blade in my skin. I want this again.

[sultanhani]

Never underestimate the therapeutic value of smashing shit with a hammer.

[sultanhani]

Finishing paddles (made by yours truly). The top is people heart made for my friend, Z, who is an amazing sadomasochist. The bottom is padauk and is for my collection of implements that willing victims “enjoy”. I love making toys almost as much as I love using them.

[dark-beauties]

Dark beauty http://dark-beauties.tumblr.com/

[sultanhani]

New favorite tumblr to follow: dark, Gothic, gorgeous photography.

[sultanhani]

I made this paddle for a friend, Z. It's about 2 feet long made from purple heart. I gave her the choice of a paddle, leather strap, or a punch in the face. No one ever wants a punch in the face! Sigh.

[sultanhani]

"…and your very flesh shall be a great poem. "

My play partner made me the most beautiful present and memento of our blood play. 

I am at a loss for words.

I love this quote “… re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body….” from the preface of Leaves of Grass. 

He used scalpels and needles stained with my blood. I love this like a loved thing made of lovable parts. It’s beautiful and personal and perfect.

[sultanhani]

Last night, he told me he wanted to make this for me before we became lovers, but had thought "This isn't normal for people who aren't fucking!" I told him we did a lot of things that weren't normal. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow in the way he does when he considers things and nodded.

It was true, we weren't normal and that was part of what made us so wonderful.

I'm remarkably happy exploring blood play with my friend, who is now my lover. I'm overjoyed and giddy exploring our new relationship as romantic partners. It has been an amazing, delightful, unexpected bit of wonderful that I want to hold onto for as long as possible.

[sultanhani]

Barbed wire In what can only be described as a complete genius move, I bought barbed wire for blood play. As one would expect, if they'd ever thought of it, barbed wire is sold in really large quantities; the kind of quantities you would want if you were to fence in a large tract of land. I, however, just want to make a couple of toys. My partner and I sat down and made a handful of floggers and "canes". I have somewhere in the range of 1200' left. I shake my head whenever I look at this giant, heavy reel. I lack impulse control.

[sultanhani]

Somewhere between dreaming and awake, you were with me.

Below my left shoulder blade, you cut five straight lines. There was no significance to the lines, but they were perfectly aligned, like matchsticks laid one next to the other. Each one seared my flesh and sent stars and tears to my eyes.

[sultanhani]

Tagging @girliegrrl

because she said she missed it. :-*

[girliegrrl]

Wow. Even hotter than I imagined. Your “lines” we’re absolutely gorgeous. I couldn’t have watched him create them, but I certainly appreciated the amazing effect. This might’ve been a dream, but the erotic energy you two generate is visceral and real.

[sultanhani]

Getting those lines was so much hotter than I imagined. The taste of my blood on his lips was incredible. 

I'm so glad I can share my kink, even if you have to cover your eyes. 

[sultanhani]

Somewhere between dreaming and awake, you were with me.

Below my left shoulder blade, you cut five straight lines. There was no significance to the lines, but they were perfectly aligned, like matchsticks laid one next to the other. Each one seared my flesh and sent stars and tears to my eyes.

[sultanhani]

Tagging @girliegrrl

because she said she missed it. :-*

[sultanhani]

[sultanhani]

Five Straight Lines

Somewhere between dreaming and awake, you were with me. 

Below my left shoulder blade, you cut five straight lines. There was no significance to the lines, but they were perfectly aligned, like matchsticks laid one next to the other. Each one seared my flesh and sent stars and tears to my eyes. 

Each line bled a slow warm trickle,from left to right, each slightly shorter than the one before, staggered evenly as you made your way through each line, like reciting a prayer.

You set aside your knife, and gently touched your tongue to my skin. 

You tasted me: sweat and blood and pain and joy in small garnet beads.

I shivered as I felt you trace a warm path - haphazardly traipsing over those perfect lines, smudging a rusted blaze across my back. You continued north, the tip of your tongue meeting the base of my neck for only a moment before traveling on, lightly tracing the curve as I arched back against you. You kissed the hollow beneath my ear and each inch along my jaw. Sweetly, you kissed my chin. Your lips met mine and I tasted myself, my joy and pain, and my very essence in my blood on your tongue.

And then you were gone and I was awake - alone, but warm from this sweet dream of you.