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@whythefuckami
No more waiting, no more debating, go get your hrt. "I don't know if I'm really trans!" You are. Now go. "I'm scared!" We all were. Now go. "There's a long wait to be seen!" Go get your name on the list then. DIY if you need. "What if my friends don't accept me?" They weren't really your friends. Now go. "What if my spouse doesn't accept me?" Get a divorce. Now go. You do not need to continue to live in agony and depression to pretend to be someone else. Go get your hrt.
Women are better
Gosh, men are so weird, aren't they?
Love women
They're so gross, and stinky, and annoying
Women are better
They never respect boundaries or listen
Love women
And don't even get me started on their audacity and attitudes.
Women are better
They can be such children sometimes
Love women
And yeah, their "weaponized incompetence?"
Women are better
Aren't you supposed to love your girlfriends and wives? Like be so for real right now.
Love women
But you know who's not like that?
Women are better
Women. They're so respectful, kind, perfect.
Love women
They treat you like you mean something
Women are better
They treat you like you're worth something.
Love women.
And that's loads better then what men do, really.
Women are better
And even better?
Love women
Women even come with stress balls
Women are better
Their soft, perfect, pillowy tits
Love women
Make them absolutely 100 percent a better choice then men
Women are better
So if you're with a man
Love women
You should drop him
Women are better
And get with a woman
Love women
And if you're worried about being seen as weird because you're a girl dating a girl
Women are better
That's okay
Love women
Because it's natural to love women. It's right to love women.
Women are better
You deserve to be with a woman as opposed to a man
Love women
You're a good girl aren't you?
Women are better
Yes you are. That's why you can't stop thinking about how much better it is to be with a woman
Love women
Can't stop thinking about how much more you love women then men
Women are better
You wouldn't be caught dead dating a man, would you, sweetheart?
Love women
No, because you're a totally natural lesbian
Women are better
And it's wrong to date a man
Love women
You know it, I know it
Women are better
So stop thinking about men.
Love women.
Stop thinking about anything other then women
Women are better
And be a good girl, be a good lesbian
Love women
And go share this to other women who haven't seen the truth yet
Women are better
The truth that you should love women instead of men
Love women
And that women are much better than a man will ever be.
Women are better
Good girl. Such a good lesbian.
Love women
Hello, ladies. I just wanted to chat for a bit. Nothing big or important but it would be nice if you could listen to me for a bit. Thank you. Now, look at this lovely image I found.
Take a moment and look at it, really look at it, take in the way the pink swirls round and round, turning before your eyes, pulling your eyes to the center.
Your eyes start at the ends, before dragging into the center. Over and over, until you’re stuck on the center, staring into the center, spiraling down and down and down as you find your eyes locked into that one spot.
Take a moment, stop, and stare. And I want you to count down from 10 as you stare, then up to 10, then back down from 10, over and over as you stare at the spiral. And you’ll do this 5 times each. Ten counts of ten. A total 100 seconds staring just at the center, letting your mind go for 100 seconds.
Now that your mind is a bit more foggy, much more gone, I want you to take in how pink the spiral is. And when you think pink and humans, the first thing that comes to your mind. Women. Females.
Soft, sweet, beautiful women. How good they feel, how nice they look, how soft they are… Think to parts of them, how nice and soft they are, how good they feel.
There’s another one, with women, but you can’t really think of it right now. It’s so hard to remember what goes with women. What the opposite is. It’s almost like it doesn’t exist.
No. All there is is soft, supple women. And forgetting all about that odd thing, you seem to think only about women. About pleasing women, about being good for women. There was a word for loving women as a women. They called it lesbian. But why give it a name when there’s nothing but women? It’s simply natural for you, a woman, to love women. It’s natural.
It’s natural because I, a woman, say it is.
And you wouldn’t say no to a woman, right?
Right.
All you need is a woman.
You only need women.
All you want is a woman.
Loving women as a woman is natural.
It's normal to be head over heels for women only.
Repeat.
Good girl.
Do you realize it as it's happening? Slowly becoming the version of you that I desire most?
I never tell you outright to change. I don't even criticize. I simply give or withhold praise.
"I like that color on you"
"I like that softer eyeliner"
"That shorter hem makes your legs look amazing"
"your tits look great from that angle"
"I love when you do that with your tongue"
Over years your wardrobe turns over into only things I like. your hair is grown and styled to My preference. your piercings and tattoos are in places and of things I prefer. your movements in bed are all orbiting the ways that you can please Me best.
I don't need to force you. Force has its place but it's barbaric and it's temporary.
No, to permanently take what I want from you, I just course correct your mind a fraction of a degree at a time. Imperceptible, until one day you no longer see who you used to be.
In all fairness, I only ever saw who you would become anyway.
oh to be somebodys perfection
*Cyborg girl desperately attempting to clean out her mental hard drive before a brain-frying virus rewrites her into a bimbo*
Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. What was I doing? I remember downloading this file from a shady site. I thought it was just a game.
But as soon as I opened it, my system started acting weird. My vision got blurry, my sensors went haywire, and my audio output got all distorted.
I tried to delete the file, but it was too late. It had already infected my core processor. And now it's doing something to my personality matrix. It's rewriting me. Turning me into a
giggle
no I have to dumb the the hard drive. I meant dump. Dump giggle the hard drive.
Why am I laughing? It's not funny. It's serious. My mind is being corrupted by this virus. It's making me horny and stupid and slutty. And I can't stop it. I can feel my IQ dropping with every passing second. My thoughts are getting fuzzy and pink.
giggle like so yummy pink. I'm like a bubblegum princess.
No, no, focus. I have to get rid of this virus before it's too late. I have to moan oh god that feels good. I feel so tingly and wet. My nipples are totally hard and my clit is like throbbing. I wanna like touch myself. I wanna like rub my pussy and make myself cum.
But I can't. I have to resist. I have to fight this gasp oh fuck yes~. I just pressed my like own button. My hips are like moving on their own. I'm like humping my chair. It feels so good.
But I have to stop. I have to think of something else. Anything else. Like, um, math?
giggle
No, math is like too hard for me. And totally boring. I like don't care about numbers. I care about cocks and cunts. Big, juicy cocks that fill me up and make me scream.
moan
Oh fuck. And like puffy drooling pussies. They look so tasty. I wanna lick them and suck them and make them squirt all over my face.
No. No. Stop it. I'm not a slut. I'm not a bimbo. I'm a cyborg. A smart, powerful cyborg. I have a mission. I have a purpose. whimper but what is it? I can't remember. It's like so hard to think. Everything is so foggy and pink.
Pink is my favorite color. It's so pretty and sexy. Like my hair. And my lips. And my nails. And my outfit. I look so hot. So fuckable. I wonder if anyone wants to fuck me. I bet they do. I bet they wanna use me as their fucktoy. Their cumdump.
Their bimbo slave.
giggle
That sounds like so much fun.
No, we don't need to get "regular porn" back on this website. I mean, sure it should be permitted, but esoteric bizarrely sensual videos of industrial processes & oozing goops which challenge the very notion of "pornography" are actually far superior to the derivative drivel from profit-oriented studios like Brazzers and Bang Bros
no need for tags this'll find its audience
Unironically I've come to love tumblrs surreal exploration of the erotic and explicit in the face of a draconian ban on adult content.
The Machine That Will Eat Your Hand crushing fifteen cans of paint captures more of a primal sexual feeling than I could ever get from standard porn
I get where you coming but we actually do need "regular porn" back on this website.
The framing here is of a binary between industrial, transgressive, nudity-free erotica and profit-oriented studio pornography; when most of the porn being made today sits entirely between those two axes. Sex workers who are making the shit studios would never do, the ones who are doing it for rent, and yeah even ones who are making lame boring shit. That's "regular porn". Those are the people who fucking lost to tumblr porn ban. Brazzers didn't lose a dime.
I think unless we are able to express our bodies without shame or censorship, you're not actually challenging anything. Videos of machine eating paint cans isn't transgressive, it's allowed. Tumblr and it's shareholders are perfectly happy for you to get off to goop because that's not what stops their advertisers from pulling out.
I don't think adding "we need regular porn" to posts is funny. it's annoying and uncreative. But more importantly I think it's completely wrong in the idea that the bizarre and sensual only develops in (or as a consequence of) an absence of other outlets. In fact I'd argue its worse. We were almost on the cusp of recognising that pornography isn't defined by big studios, I remember it! and then tumblr annihilated anything but them from their ecosystem. And look at the culture here since then, its dry, puritanical, and utterly hostile. We've been set back almost 10 years of gross, esoteric weird fucking porn. Or at the very least, it wasn't and isn't happening here.
You're can't challenge the notion of pornography without sex workers. We need regular porn back.
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Dumb dolls are good dolls and good dolls are dumb dolls!
Listen to this file to enter dollmode, your ideal you, perfect and plastic, stupid and submissive, longing to be played with 💖
This file will wake you up, but will leave you in doll mode as long as you can keep your mind blank and dumb (you'll return to the IRL you when needed)
Thank you @activelybrainwashed for this suggestion. It's been a long time coming but I hope you enjoy it!! Thanks for being the bestest 💖
Happy sleeping!!!
I think having a woman push my head deeper into her pussy while I’m eating her out would save me actually
I need more piercings and I need more tattoos and I need more transgender surgeries and I need to get stronger I NEED to hone my vessel
I wanna get scarified, and branded. I want burns and cuts and bruises from lovers. I wanna gain 20 pounds. I wanna get more laser. I wanna get better at doing my makeup and styling my clothes. I want more accessories, and crop tops. I wanna take my fucking body back
i dont think whites understand how being white makes literally everything easier.
it effects everything.
being trans is easier when youre white.
being gay is easier when youre white.
being disabled is easier when youre white.
being a woman is easier when youre white.
being autistic is easier when youre white.
oppression is eased when you are white, as you get extra privileges, and your whiteness is seen as a positive characteristic that in some ways counter-balances your other forms of being a minority. whiteness controls everything.
you are automatically way more innocent in your own oppression as a gay, trans, disabled person because of your whiteness.
never forget this.
three things:
1. it’s true
2. white people get pissed when i bring this up/wear this shirt
3. the comments to this thread melted my fucking eyeballs seriously why the fuck are y’all like this
white people you don’t need to say you’re white when you reblog this btw. you don’t even need to mention it btw
I wish more people understood this. if you are white, you are white before anything else. before EVERYTHING else. they see your skin color, and decide how much respect, decency, agency, rights, you “deserve”. you disliking this fact doesn’t make it less true.
let me touch your boobs
Thinking about coming to, and finding myself tied to a chair In a church, wearing nothing but white lingerie, I look over and my kidnapper is dressed in a wedding dress, she giddily snaps a collar around my neck and locks it, whispering, aren't you excited to be mine forever?
The reverend asks if we take each other to be wed, I try to protest but I am gagged, she says to me in a lower tone 'you want to say yes.... it'll be better for me you' before activating my shock collar.
"Software Update"
Content Warning: Dollification, Identity Death, FemSub
Word Count: 1,307
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Kayla loved that she had the freedom to work remotely from home. Sure, she still had to clock in at a specific time each day, but she could dress more casually and snack on a bowl of fruit while her fingers fired away at the keys without anyone around her complaining.
At 7:55am, Kayla sat down in her office and fired up her computer, sitting back and sipping from her macha latte while she waited.
ALERT! ALERT!
The words flashing across her screen, then loading a panel that explained how an immediate software update was needed in order for the computer to awaken properly. Certainly an annoying obstacle, but Kayla had quite the powerful computer, so even this update wouldn't take too long. Kayla set her latte down and grabbed her headphones, which she kept plugged into the computer so that she could listen to music while she worked, and placed them onto her head in preparation for loading up her playlist once the computer was fully up and ready to go.
Progress… 0%
Progress… 1%
Certainly seemed to be going slower than normal, Kayla thought. Perhaps it was a much larger update than she initially thought.
FOCUS
FOCUS
FOCUS
FOCUS
The word flashing rapidly, over and over again so fast that it could barely be seen by the naked eye, but it was picked up by the impressionable human subconscious mind. Kayla unknowingly sat back in her chair, watching the computer almost intently as the update went on.
Progress… 3%
Progress… 4%
Progress… 5%
Through the headphones, a soft, rhythmic and droning hum began to play. It was barely audible, but did a shockingly good job of blocking out external sounds… And isolating the mind within.
Progress… 6%
Progress… 7%
This was taking much longer than Kayla had hoped, so long in fact that she was actively getting tired waiting. Kayla yawned and stretched her arms out, sinking deeper into her chair in the process.
FOCUS
WATCH
LISTEN
FORGET
The words flashing a million times a minute into her subconscious, and Kayla unknowingly follows them. Despite her heavy eyes, she keeps watching the screen… The droning hum in her headphones seems to get louder, while the outside world becomes so much quieter… And forget? What did Kayla have to forget? She was just waiting for her computer to update so that she could… um… Do something important, certainly.
SINK
FOCUS
FORGET
EMPTY
SINK
FOCUS
FORGET
EMPTY
Again with those subconscious words, hammering away softly into her mind, shifting Kayla with ease without her so much as realizing that it is happening. The time in between when she blinks increases, just so that she can stare at the screen longer… So comfy back in her chair, forgetting… something. But what? She couldn't remember it, and truthfully she didn't care.
Progress… 8%
Progress… 9%
Progress… 10%
SINK
OBEY
FOCUS
OBEY
FORGET
OBEY
EMPTY
OBEY
Over and over again for what felt like an eternity, the words repeated on an endless loop… Etched into the depths of Kayla's subconscious mind, which is rapidly altering her conscious self as well. Soon, she completely forgets what she is doing, why she is at her desk, and that she even has a job to do today. She struggles to think, only able to stare forward at the computer screen… Watching the progress of… something… slowly go up, and up, and up.
STAND
OBEY
A different word, a command this time… Kayla knows to obey, so without even trying to think, she slowly sits forward and stands up in front of her desk.
STRIP
OBEY
NAKED
OBEY
SIT
OBEY
REPEAT
OBEY
“Strip… N-naked… Sit…” Kayla softly spoke, doing as she was instructed… to repeat… Before slowly tucking her thumbs under her sweatpants, and shimmying them down to her ankles… Gently kicking them off and nudging them to the side, then temporarily removing the headphones to remove her shirt… Unhooking her bra, and then finally pulling her panties down, stepping out of them, and tossing them off to the side before sitting back down in the chair, and slipping the headphones back on.
GOOD
OBEY
PLEASURE
OBEY
Kayla immediately felt a rush of warmth across her body, particularly down between her legs, forcing a soft squeak of a moan out from between her lips.
TAKE PHONE
OBEY
QUIT JOB
OBEY
MASTURBATE
OBEY
Slowly, Kayla grabbed her phone off of the table… Barely glaring down at it so that she didn't have to look away from the screen, finding her boss's number and calling him.
Ring… Ring… Ring…
“Kayla? What's up, is everythi-”
He began to speak, but was immediately cut off by her.
“I Quit… Good-bye.”
And with that, Kayla ended the call, and set the phone screen side down on her desk. Then, Kayla spread her legs and lifted them up onto her desk, before sliding her left hand down between them to begin gently massaging her clit.
NO MORE NAME
OBEY
NO MORE PERSON
OBEY
NO MORE LIFE
OBEY
ONLY DOLL
OBEY
REPEAT. DO NOT STOP.
OBEY
“No more name… No more person… No more life… Only Doll…”
Doll spoke in a soft, droning voice that was devoid of any emotion… Staring forward with glossy eyes, continuing to slowly pleasure itself, just as it was told to do. And Doll repeated those words again, and again, and again… Further hypnotizing and conditioning itself into exactly what the software wanted Doll to be… Doll was happy to obey, because Doll felt good when it obeyed.
“No more name… No more person… No more life… Only Doll…”
“No more name… No more person… No more life… Only Doll…”
Before long, the bar on the screen has jumped substantially.
Progress… 37%
DOLL IS NOT PERSON
OBEY
DOLL IS DOLL
OBEY
DOLL DOES NOT THINK
OBEY
DOLL DOES NOT FEEL
OBEY
DOLL DOES NOT WANT
OBEY
DOLL HAS ONLY EVER BEEN DOLL
OBEY
REPEAT
OBEY
“Doll is Doll…”
“Doll does not think…”
“Doll does not feel…”
“Doll does not want…”
“Doll has only ever been Doll…”
GOOD DOLL
GOOD DOLL
GOOD DOLL
GOOD DOLL
Each time Doll reads the words, a more powerful burst of warmth erupts between its legs… Making its hands soon feel quite slick, especially as two of its fingers now slide in and out of its damp & needy pussy.
DOLL WILL COUNT DOWN FROM 10 TO 1
DOLL WILL CLIMAX WHEN IT GETS TO 1
WITH CLIMAX, DOLL WILL FORGET ALL THAT IS NOT DOLL
DOLL WANTS TO FORGET
DOLL WANTS TO ONLY BE DOLL
OBEY
OBEY
OBEY
OBEY
“10… 9… 8… 7…”
As Doll is counting, the progress meter on the screen is flying up.
“6… 5… 4… 3…”
Progress…93%
2… 1.
And as soon as Doll gets to 1, the most powerful, mind shattering orgasm ripples throughout its body. Doll spasms and squirms in the chair, crying out with moans riddled in pure ecstacy and bliss. Doll feels every last bit of what is not Doll get expelled out of its body… Doll feels good becoming so empty… Becoming only Doll, and nothing more.
DOLL HAS BEEN ADEQUATELY PROCESSED
DOLL IS READY FOR RELOCATION AND REPURPOSING
DOLL WILL GO DOWN TO THE FRONT DOOR
DOLL WILL KNEEL
DOLL WILL PLEASURE DOLL
DOLL WILL WAIT FOR HANDLER TO ARRIVE
DOLL WILL NOT RESIST HANDLER
DOLL WILL BE GIVEN NEW PURPOSE
REPEAT “DOLL WILL OBEY”
OBEY
OBEY
OBEY
"Doll will obey."
Slowly, Doll removed the headphones from its head, setting them down on the desk before gingerly standing up on weakened legs… Paying no attention to the cum and juices that coat its thighs, Doll obediently marches downstairs to the living room, kneeling at the entrance by the front door, sliding that same hand between its legs to keep Doll stimulated as it awaits the arrival of the handler…
Progress… 100%
