#cw:kink

[queer-tuwahwatchman]

Started off writing a smutty dirty-talk drabble, now I'm knee deep on a character study about Dean Winchester's secret pregnancy kink and how he wishes that just once his body could MAKE life instead of TAKE life, and he wants someone else to protect HIM and love on HIM for the first time in his life.

Jack, help me.

[softlittleheartsandsparkles]

wow so your a cunt, alright. Well thanks for showing your true colors sae. I hope you grow the fuck up, cause cgler isn't kink you fucking retard.

I'm showing my true colors by having boundaries? Interesting. :/ Also having boundaries means I haven't grown up? More interesting seeing as I was taught boundaries when I was 26/27 by a licensed professional in dbt. but alright. I mean what do I know. =/

[verkja]

Two members of a team (mercenaries, crime fighters, knights errant, what have you) regularly practice sparring together, and the intensity of their bouts starts to escalate. The rest of the team watches in concern, but hey, they both agreed to it. It’s a little weird, but there you are. Eventually, the two are absolutely beating the crap out of each other every day.

Teammate A is enjoying themself, because they’re a sadomasochist and this is a great (platonic) way to enjoy hurting someone and getting hurt while also improving their skills. They assume it’s the same for their teammate, who often initiates their bouts, and are glad to have met someone else with the same interest.

In fact, Teammate B is punishing themself for something, perhaps a failure during a previous battle, and they assume Teammate A is so angry at them, hates them so much, that they overlook their own injuries in favour of hurting Teammate B. Clearly the rest of the team supports this as well, or they would have intervened.

There’s potential for further emotional whump here when Teammate A eventually learns that what they thought was a cheeky bit of S&M was actually a way for their friend to hurt themself. They were (unintentionally) being a whumper because they didn’t bother to negotiate their gd kink.

(Extras: Does Teammate B forgive Teammate A? Do they even blame them at all, or place all the responsibility for the misunderstanding on themself? What does the rest of the team think, other than that their teammates are both tragically dense?)

[asexualactivities]

So, for me, a kink party would be right out.  The world of kink simply isn’t very appealing to me.  Pain, power differentials, role play, all of those aren’t my thing.  I can imagine that I’d be absolutely miserable the whole time.

Now, as for a sex party...  Can you have one of those without the people?  There are things that maybe I’d be interested in trying, but I don’t think I’d want to deal with the interactions and expectations.  I guess I’m imagining something like a carnival midway or a health club, where all the options are there, and you can wander around and freely try things out or watch other people to get a sense of how it’s done.  Maybe discover that the elliptical machine looks interesting from the outside but is an awkward, terrible thing once you get going, or learn that I’m really good at Skee-Ball.  But everything’s at my pace, no one’s after me to do anything specific, unless I’ve indicated interest.  And if I try something and don’t like it, I can stop and walk away without it being a big deal.  And I think it would have to be able to be a learning experience.  Train me how to do this, give me feedback.  And can I maybe be invisible?

[speakertoyesterday]

Happy feelings

I am now in an LDR with someone who makes me feel really happy.

And I'm now long distance domming them by imposing rules on them. This is really new and it feels great, and I'm really liking the idea of exercising this over them if we meet in person.

[nelliendm]

I thought long and hard about sharing this, because I haven’t read 50 Shades (probably won’t unless I stumble upon a free copy at a summer cottage—there are no rules about beach reading). I like my kink queerer.

That being said, it kind of sums up my generic feelings on the book. It is poorly, written, based on a book series about an abusive relationship, not a guide to practicing BDSM…and it makes people’s panties wet.

I came out at the tail end of the lesbian sex wars (when OOB could mean one of two periodicals), and during that time I discovered I am kinky. I also learned that just because it is hot in your head it is not always hot in real life. And that fantasy has a place.

There has been hand wringing since 1973 (My Secret Garden), that women don’t have empowered feminist sex fantasies. Sometimes our fantasy lives are not safe, sane or consensual (or even risk aware), they just turn us on.

Long story short, just because I fantasize about it doesn’t mean I want it. Women have a long history of writing and thinking about some pretty wild and dangerous sex (Pauline Réage, Anne Rice, fanfic writers on the internet), but this is just a bigger reason to talk about how to have amazing sex with others, how fantasy is not reality, and that in person consent is sexy. Use the book as a starting point for talking about how to do it safely and fun. And to make fun of the bad writing.