#lesser eroticisms

[iphigeniacomplex]

i love whenever theres a discourse around what kind of sex it is moral for heterosexual women to have (where the morality of the sex acts obviously fall onto the woman) not because it’s enjoyable, interesting, fresh, or remotely good for women or the feminist movement, but because you do get some immortal lines every time. from the recent twitter discourse, “enjoy the blowjob, but REFLECT on it” could be my tagline

[iphigeniacomplex]

I act out with my sexuality. I find beauty in the world, so I seek the opposite. Where flowers bloom, I'm attracted to dead leaves. When butterflies sip nectar from the flowers, I seek worms. But even these aren't good metaphors. Better, when an animal squats to relieve itself of waste, I spread myself in invitation. Go ahead and imagine that, and then imagine much, much darker. In there, in that complete, corrupt darkness, somehow, I find my ecstasy.

— “Down” (2013), Blowfly Girl

[iphigeniacomplex]

i had a friend in middle school who was one of the early people i came out to (though like everyone already knew) and one time he was like legitimately surprised i didn’t watch lesbian porn and i was like well okay elevator pitch lesbian porn to me then like what’s the typical setup and he said and i have never forgotten this “usually they start off playing chess.” of course retrospectively i can be like okay he saw one video ever at that point but at the time he seemed so worldly that i felt like i was missing out on the obvious eroticism of chess. and tbh i was

[iphigeniacomplex]

Her second story was kidnapped by her literature teacher, a woman with an acne-ridden face, who turned the story in to the principal, who called her mother, who hit her with a shoe and a science book and then set her down at a square table with the second story open—the narrative at the heart of the dispute—and explained, or at least tried to, that what she was doing was bad, that her story was pornographic and pornography was dirty and contemptible, and it made others believe she was a dirty and contemptible girl, and this was bad, really bad, because girls should only write nice things, white as a tablecloth or a page in a notebook, things like clouds, smiles, and butterflies. “But this is beautiful to me,” she said, still crying over her second story. And her mother shook her head as if there were a vase teetering on her shoulders to tell her she’d have to punish her, although it pained her to the core, until she understood the difference between beautiful and horrible. […] She dragged her to an empty trunk set against the wall and locked her inside. […] The light went out in that wooden prison. […] The darkness inside the trunk had a coarse texture and smelled of a mildew she associated with the word “childhood.” She crouched in that box for hours and screamed and yelled because her body hurt, her fear hurt, but her mother didn’t let her out until it was night and the trunk had become the world. […] There were stories that made her curl up for so long that she had no choice but to piss herself. The first time was the worst, but then she got used to the warmth of her own fluids. I was tortured because of a story, she thought, I was tortured for years and never learned to say: I won’t write again. She soon learned that growing up meant her bones wouldn’t fit in a trunk someday, but also that there would be bigger, dustier imprisonments, captivities so inescapable they’d strip meaning from any attempt to get away. The difference between the beautiful and horrible is the same as the difference between the inside and outside of the trunk: there is none.

— Mónica Ojeda (trans. Sarah Booker), Nefando

[iphigeniacomplex]

there are certain motifs that are bound to recur in fetish art, particularly when the artist is making art in active continuous conversation with the rest of the online community around that fetish. and this does change with the times — around lockdown, bimbofication captions started talking about people catching a bimbo virus, for instance — but some of these motifs are more about utility than what’s hot to the artist. like if you have a fetish based in transformation but are more interested in the actual act of transformation than the mechanisms triggering it, a bimbo virus resolves a lot of worldbuilding issues; people will fill in the details on their own, based on the art they’re familiar with that depicts virus outbreaks. this is all preamble to what i actually want to say, which is that when i was researching feminization fetishes back in 2022 i kept running into transformations involving witches, but when forcemasc captions were popular on here i never once saw a man-witch of masculine virility mentioned at all. i could get theoretical and posit that this is because masculinity is viewed as natural while womanhood is considered artificial, and something done to you (generally, obviously more literally in forcefem); probably also something about the gendered figure of the witch in general. but really what i want to say is i want there to be a man-witch of masculine virility and as a matter of fact i think all fetishes should incorporate some sort of witch for no reason. that’s an active character that’s a genre-defining figure. more sex witches now!

[iphigeniacomplex]

just read through the blowfly girl blog. she really was an incredible writer and i’m realizing now how much recent horror literature has missed the mark by trying to capture her tone when her writing doesn’t scan as horror. like it is grotesque, but it’s not “horror” in the way it’s written, aside from maybe the maggot story itself. mostly, it’s very quiet and isolated. distant in the way a diary is distant, where she’s describing events back to herself, not trying to analyze them. sometimes she writes about loneliness, but the lack of other people doesn’t feel lonely — or maybe it doesn’t feel like it always necessarily has to be lonely. there’s one post where she talks about wanting a partner, but not being done with her “horrible perversions,” and it’s sad, but there’s a power to realizing that you are the person with the key to your desires. and that’s another thing like. there’s some interesting gender role perversion being engaged with throughout, where she denies herself the mother role and eroticizes an infestation she ties to maternalism (“other girls have babies but i give birth to decay and filth, i’d keep thinking to myself. or i’d say i’m probably ruining my womb and i don’t care, i want to be ruined.”) i don’t have really organized thoughts right now. frankly it grossed me out, but not as much as it did when i saw it as a kid. or maybe i’m just more comfortable being grossed out now. it’s some of the most honest writing i’ve read in a while, and some of the most honest fetish-based writing i’ve read ever. i hope, as i think everyone who’s read the blog hopes, that she’s doing all right.

[iphigeniacomplex]

every time someone uses 4chan language to speak about their peculiar sexual predilections the rarest and most beautiful orchid wilts away petal by petal. this is your art. claim back its beauty. vox obscena vox dei or whatever you would call perverts in latin

[iphigeniacomplex]

i love blogs that are entirely like one sentence text posts about sex but they are not fetish blogs so at a certain point they clearly run out of things to sexualize, not having been blessed with the temperament of the fetishist. 3 years in you look at these blogs and they’re just affirming among one another that sex exists. shouting buy her lingerie and fuck her in it into the open mouth of a canyon