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I want to open your mouth, place my thumb on your tongue. I stroke your hair while whispering such sweet praises— Heaven itself could not love you as I do. Give up your wings, let me pluck the feathers and you shall shiver when I do so. Any pain is washed away by the pleasure I shall give you.

Good girl. Good boy. You shall never be good again.

I want to open your mouth, press my thumb down on your tongue. Body of Christ, was it? We shall carve divinity into yours, until every crevice is holy.

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I want to be a priest corrupted by a demon, but in the way where they are coaxing me to fuck them, not the other way around.

They show up to confessional, whisper sweet words into my ears. Innocent, at first, complimentary. Though slowly, surely, I am the one whose unholy desires are put into question.

I know what you think when you look at me, Father.

I see the quiver of your hands as they beg to wrap around my throat.

Do you want to conquer sin, to see me beneath you?

Do you want to see me suffer?

Do you want?

Yes, Christ, I want.

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Something something forcemasc and dollification….

You thought you were made for pink dresses and frills? For tea parties and dainty fingers and silk bows? Don’t make me laugh, boytoy.

By the time my factory’s done processing you, you’ll be just as custom made, but not for softness. I’m putting you in boots, boy, not heels. You’re getting a whole line of uniforms to show how much of a man you really are. But I’ll decide if you’re wearing leather or camo today.

You’ll be my good toy. My action figure. Now pull up your strap, G.I. Joe.

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Imagine. You’re shivering, honey. You poor, poor thing. They’ve done a number on you— they’ve dunked you in the River in baptism. Forced communion down your throat until you’ve choked. You’ve shown up at my doorway, oh so tired— your white, billowing shirt drenched and stuck to your skin.

Oh darling. My expression shifts to pity, I cock my head ever slightly, invite you inside with a warm hand upon your back. How could they do this to you? Don’t worry, you’re safe now.

I clothe you, I feed you, I keep you warm within these halls. You trust me with your very soul.

Until one night, I slip into your chambers, eyes alight and hungry. They focus in on you, and you know exactly what they crave.

“Shh…quiet that pretty little mouth of yours. It’s meant for other things.

Yes, good, that’s right. So obedient. I know exactly why they wanted you.

Too bad you’re mine. Down to the very soul.”

My teeth meet your flesh as your chest drips with blood and your legs drip with something else <3

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To be loved is to be changed. Make me wear what you think is hot, strip me down and make me wear less clothing. Pick out my lingerie, pick out what toys we use. Make me do my makeup a certain way. Tell me when I need to touch myself, what porn I watch. Change me into your perfect fuckboy.

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I get off on society raping me

I was high the other night and came to this realization about my detransition kink. Hopefully this can help anyone else struggling with understanding this kink or feeling ashamed because they also enjoy it.

It not only robs me of my agency, but of my very sense of self. My very identity as a human being. It violates not only my body, but my personhood. It’s a form of CNC.

But it’s not just one person who is violating me, but all of my society. I’m American. There’s an ever-present march towards rigid sex binaries and the anti-trans rhetoric is pervasive.

If society could have its way with me, it would destroy me. It would violate me. It would rape me.

And I get off on that, because it makes me feel like I matter. It soothes me about the fact that it’s already violated me, and will do so more in the future.

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speeches for dr. frankenstein - margaret atwood

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I am hungry. There are pieces of flesh stuck between my teeth. I cradled your wounds beneath my dirty hands, licked it clean. There is blood caked beneath my fingernails that dig into your thigh. I have bitten my tongue just to taste something. You taste it. I make you taste it. I feed you my heart so you know what this feeling tastes like. There are pieces of flesh stuck between your teeth. You bite my hand because I wanted your lips bloodied. It will never be enough. I am hungry.