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I’m a white tme sadist (and occasional masochist) in her 30s and I’m here to blog about sex and Mike Stoklasa. I like women (all of the time), men (some of the time) and sleaze.

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contemptible-scoundrel

MASOCHIST MUTUAL: ouhhh I need to receive a botched execution where they try for a gutshot but they miss and hit my steel dog tags instead and it shatters my solar plexus shredding my lungs with bone fragments and they kick me into a ditch where I slowly asphyxiate to death choking on my own blood and bone,,,

SADIST MUTUAL: [picture of newspaper cat] I should fuck a girl who is scared of me

#yep

downwithpeople

cheaphalloweencostume

The iron hook slid free from his shoulder with a wet metallic shriek. Something black and arterial splashed across the stones between them.

The torturer stepped back instinctively. Not out of mercy. Out of surprise. The prisoner laughed. Not loudly. Worse than loudly. Softly. Like he had just remembered a private joke older than civilization.

“You still think pain is a language,” he said.

Another blow. This time across the mouth. Teeth cracked. Blood sheeted down his chin in long ribbons.

The interrogator hissed through clenched teeth. “Tell me where God went.”

The prisoner turned his head slowly. There was blood in his smile now.

“There are organisms,” he said, “living beneath Antarctic ice that have never seen the sun and have still learned how to eat.”

The room had gone very still. Somewhere in the dark, machinery groaned.

The interrogator grabbed him by the jaw hard enough to bruise bone.

“You think this makes you immortal?”

The prisoner spat a clot of red onto the floor between them.

“No,” he whispered.

“I think it makes you temporary.”

The torches flickered.

For one impossible second, the interrogator became aware of his own pulse. The heat in his veins. The soft wetness of his eyes. The damp animal electricity inside every living thing. The prisoner watched realization bloom across his face and smiled wider, blood running between his teeth.

“You cannot threaten a creature from the dirt,” he said, “with returning to the dirt.”

— excerpt from Shit I Just Made Up To Exemplify How All This Tumblr Prose Sounds

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they need to make a movie about a hannibal-level toxic yaoi relationship between two schlubby middle-aged dudes

clementine-kesh

AND it’s gotta have the same level of gore and painfully tortured dialogue

clementine-kesh

what is going on in red letter media

buffyfknlo

Communication is key

pokeballvictimized

You know, I do continually find it odd how people on this site will associate kinks and sexuality they dont like with whiteness. Like there is absolutely stuff to unpack with how kink interfaces with race as a subset of how the socially constructed category of race influences everything but I dont think that's "no black person would ever like this kink" like I just don't think thats true

pokeballvictimized

I dont think white people have unique claim to perversion. That doesnt make sense

gunzomi

It's a weird repressive fantasy that perversion is a unique "disease" of people who have too much time on their hands, to be unsatisfied with the simple things, which, of course, the oppressed classes of people are unilaterally content with, because in their ignominy they lack desire and their oppression is their emotional identity. Incredibly white exceptionalist take