The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrite. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag, the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.
hey give me motivation to write
i posted this 4 hours ago
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Am i the only one who imagined the first meet like this?? *swooon*
part of being an ally to trans men is not being a dick to cis men for their appearance btw
the short trans men hear you. the trans men with bottom growth—or who are post-phalloplasty—hear your bad jokes about small dicks. the trans men undergoing hrt who are losing their hair hear you talk shit about bald spots.
also, hot take, you should care about not hurting random cis men in addition to not hurting trans men. like just because some guy is being an asshole online doesn’t mean the thousands of young boys reading your comments about someone with their same acne deserved it. i don’t care what your reason is, even if you think someone is bad enough to warrant being bullied, who gave you permission to hurt the innocent bystander?
hey y’all should spread this version bc some people need to hear this context
and what if I told you nine was less afraid of love than ten. what then.
for a moment i lived in a beautiful world where doctor who didn’t exist and this was simply a seven-ate-nine joke too layered for me to understand
Had a dream that there was a new Pokemon that was ghost type and it was like. Half a greyhound. It was a spectral dog that was known as one of the fastest Pokemon. And yet it only had it front legs. There were wispy floating stubs on its back half which sort of implied there COULD be legs, but they never reached even close to the ground. It stood on its front legs as if the back legs were still there.
I don’t know what this Pokemon’s name was but its appeared in many of my dreams so either they made it real and I forgot or I’m being haunted by a Fakemon.
I have been informed it is not a real Pokemon so I’ll share another detail I recall seeing about it more than once.
One of its main features about it is that it could run stupidly fast, like, a solid 100 MPH (at least thats my best guess from a dream) but more impressively or eerily is that it could go from 100 to 0 almost immediately, stopping in a stance where it stood up straight and at attention
I think I love this weird dream dog
I assume this is for artists so sure thing
I imagine that this dog is very tall and sleek (like a good five feet tall), with a sickly pale (with just a hint of light blue hue). Its eyes are a pure empty (yet still piercing somehow) white. Along its front half across the back and its legs are pale green sets of stripes, almost like racing stripes.
As for how the ghostly “back legs” worked, they looked sort of like this
with his physical form slowly transitioning into an pale blue ectoplasm, and there were amorphous hints of what could have possibly once been legs. Despite completely missing his back half, the posture seen here is still its regular posture, standing straight up, as if a soldier at attention.
Hope this helps!
Hehe i really like this concept
SO TRUE BOOZOI
If it doesn't taste like the bitter trace of coffee or cigarettes or smoke when I kiss you then what's even the goddamn point
If I can't feel a bit of grime and sweat and grains of whatever you picked up during the day on your skin then why am I with you and not a piece of marble
Porcelain is pretty to look at, but I would rather see the bruises and callouses and stretch marks and scars and moles and acne and tan lines and skin inconsistency. It needs to be real
I should bang a line cook, fuck, knew a couple a while ago and smelled smoke on them after their shifts and just 😵💫
Woag..
Didn't think I'd get this far...
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woag, it just so happens i love cold brew and to Bite,,,
My coworker Mike just started cracking up. Informed us someone was trying to make a test Outlook group at work and seems to have accidentally made it a real Outlook group.
Everyone added to the group is named Mike.
Creator of the group isn’t online yet but the Mikes are coming online in droves.
“Why was I added to this group? What do I have in common with all these other Mikes?” -one of the Mikes
“Ah, so this is Mikerosoft” (<- you’re never gonna guess what company I work for)
One Mike has suggested this is an effort by the group-creator to hunt Mikes for sport
Coworker (Mike T.) has informed us he had a meeting earlier today, and among the participants one person was missing (Mike S.) Current theory is first Mike casualty had occurred. More will follow.
Current suggestion is we attempt to add a non-Mike to the group, to test its security.
Coworker Alex: "Alex log, day 207. The Mikes have started to accept me as one of their own."
Delighted to inform you the group creator is not a Mike at all. It is apparently some guy named Ashton.
Hannibal s3e12 "The Number of the Beast Is 666" | s3e13 "The Wrath of the Lamb"
tumblr is great because no matter how many followers i get it doesn't stop me from being really fucking annoying. other places i will perhaps think before i post. Not here. not here
you're not stuck. it's not over. you can claw yourself out again and again. find strength in yourself. find strength in others whom you can trust. the fight isn't over until you're dead.
the organizers for Walaa's gfm are looking for 250 people to donate €100 each to reach the goal for evacuation from Gaza - right now we are at 13/250 - please consider being one of these people and sharing it around with your friends, followers, and families! Help Walaa and her family get to safety!
if every ancient philosopher (renaissance and earlier) was plopped into a modern day bar and tasked with getting laid who would accomplish it the fastest
Pico Della Mirandola, no question. While on the way to the Vatican to defend his esoteric thesis, he fucked the wife of a Medici, got thrown in prison, and then got bailed out by a different Medici. Man had that dog in him.
Also he looked like this.
I would ask people not to babygirlify Christian Esotericist Pico Della Mirandola but lets be honest here I would make her bark
Who said that
saw this amazing post but rbs got turned off so. get funged idiot